(AN: I would have had this up before my class earlier but my computer spazzed out and I lost all of it. Twice. -_-)
"Will you quit sulking?" Tony sighed, looking over at the former God of Mischief. He hated his days watching the taller man, especially if all he was going to do was mope around. "It’s not that bad."
"It’s worse than death." Loki hissed at the inventor. It was bad enough being stripped of his powers, but being banished to Midgard and forced to interact with these…insects was the icing on the proverbial cake. Stark seemed to be going out of his way to make it to the top of his ‘Destroy at a Later date’ list. At the moment, he was just below the infernal machine that continously beeped after making the foul smelling liquid that the billionaire insisted on drinking every morning.
Tony rolled his eyes. And he was the drama queen of the tower. “All I’m saying is Thor got you off easy.” With that, he was met with a look that would have promised a slow and agonizing death if it could kill. “It’s really not that bad. I mean, sure, you’re going to die some day, probably soon now-“
"If this is your idea of ‘comfort’, Anthony, then I suggest to sticking with playing hero." The former God snapped, smirking at the agitated glare her got in return to using his full name. Tony scrubbed a hand over his face.
"Look, Reindeer Games," Another glare. "All I’m trying to say is being human has its perks.
"Like?" The Norseman challenged.
"Sex." He said easily, earning another smirk from the other.
"I got plenty of that from both Gods and mortals alike as a God, try again."
"Tastes worse than it smells."
"I am not Thor and you would be wise not to compare the two of us again. Next."
This went on for nearly an hour, the former God growing more smug with each retort.
"Chocolate." Tony said, near exhaustion and most certainly annoyed. To his surprise, however, that was not met with a witty remark. He looked up to see Loki looking thoughtful, head to tilted to the side looking almost…cute. That thought was banished from the genius’ mind when the other spoke.
"Chocolate?" He asked curiously. Tony grinned.
"Hang on." He ran into the kitchen and, after some clashing around, he found the Hersey bar hidden in the cupboard (he’d have to remember to replace it before Pepper had time to miss it) and went back into the living room, holding it up in a small victory. He sat next to him (it wasn’t like the other could do anything to him, or get very far with it with all the security precautions he had set up) and broke the candy in half, giving him one. Loki took the strange food cautiously, sniffing it before finally taking a bite.
"Well?" Tony smirked, catching an almost inaudible moan of delight (which may of effected Tony more than he’d like to admit). Loki said nothing, simply finishing his half and stealing a good chunk of Tony’s as he got up to head to his room. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at the billionaire.