Loki lay awake with warmth at his back and doubt in his stomach.
When would Tony discover he hadn't wanted him? When would he decide that he was weak? Maybe he thought that already.
Loki felt the body heat radiate off the man behind him and briefly wished he knew how to touch people. One would think it a simple thing, reaching out and putting a hand on someone; but the distance between his skin and everyone elses had always seemed so far, so uncrossable. Well, maybe not always. He used to touch Thor, the easy touches that come with having a brother-- Having thought he had a brother, he corrected himself.
When he was younger he had spent more time than he liked to admit trying to get the simple assurance that could come with an act as small as a pat on the shoulder. Any child would want such things from a father, he reminded himself. There had never been outright cruel rejection; but he had often felt rebuffed none the less. Now he knew why. Odin had probably been disgusted by him on some level.
Loki pushed against the solidness behind him ever so softly, intent upon not waking him. Tony wouldn't pull away if he was asleep. It was pleasant, to be against someone, and he focused on the sensation, knowing his enjoyment probably made him needy, knowing anyone who had judged him weak or womanly would feel vindicated and validated by it. He clenched his jaw and decided not to leave yet as he had planned. He would not act to live up to the unobtainable approval of fools. He was far past believing that any of them could see him for his true worth, his true power. He fisted up the sheets in his hands and took in a furious breath, pinching the inside of a cheek with his sharp teeth.
Loki flinched in surprise at an arm winding around his waist and the feeling of breath on his ear.
"Morning lie-smith, plotting my demise?" Tony gave a quick nip at his pale ear and a blunt, groggy slap to his hip.
"Well," Tony continued, his voice filled with gravelly sleep, "try not to kill me before I get my morning coffee." He sounded only amused, not derisive.
"I shall surely try to avoid it," Loki said, slipping from his private thoughts into the easy bantering that always seemed to accompany Tony Stark.
Tony rolled on his back, taking his warm hands with him.
"So, curly hair, huh?"
"Yours. It's curly. It hadn't occurred to me that Gods used product... Well, I use it, so, maybe close enough?" Tony let out a small self satisfied sound.
Loki reflected that the last time someone had seen his hair so undone, it had probably been Frigga.
"More like wavy, really," he decided to correct, and felt a light tug on a strand of hair in response.
"Tell that to this Shirley Temple curl."
Loki briefly paused to consider whether he should pretend he knew what that was,
"What is this you speak of?" and then decided against it.
"This." Tony tried and failed to bring the twist of dark hair into the God's field of vision.
"No, no." Loki dismissed the effort. "What is a Shirley Temple?"
"Not really a thing, for starters. More of a who. She was a sickly sweet little starlet from way back when. Famous for her curly hair."
"So you're comparing my visage to that of a 'sickly sweet little starlet'?" Loki cocked an eyebrow in warning.
Tony chuckled softly. "No. But you can be my little starlet if you want to be." He teased.
"How benevolent of you," Loki said, voice filled with false awe.
"Yes, I'd say it is. I'm truly pure of heart and generous of spirit. Ask anyone, really."
"Mayhap I shall simply trust your word,"
The trickster rolled onto his back.
"So, Anthony Stark, when is food brought to us? You spoke of a need for coffee, where are your servants?"
"Breakfast doesn't come to us, we go to breakfast,"
Loki frowned in sincere confusion.
"But why? Are you receiving guests to dine this morning?"
"No. It's just not my staff's job to bring me breakfast in bed."
"Are they lazy? You shouldn't allow that."
"Nope. Just not their job. you know, you really couldn't be more of a little piece of monarchy if you tried."
"Then I would suggest beginning to pander to me immediately." Loki nodded his head in confirmation of his own suggestion.
"I could bother Pep for it, But last time I tried that I ended up with eggs on my head."
Loki smiled at the image.
"Do you have..." He paused in recollection, "...What you call pizza?" His eyes took on a hopeful glint.
"Not usually breakfast food, but I've ingested worse first thing in the morning. I could order it," Tony offered.
"Aye. That would be wise. I am quite famished."
Tony leaned over and pulled something that fit well into his palm back into bed with him and proceeded to poke at it. Loki peered at the small thing with interest.
"What are you doing?"
"Is that a mobile phone, like you explained?"
"Among its many attributes, yes."
"What attribute are you using now?" The God squinted at the long screen.
"The internet." Tony held it closer to the other, enjoying the chance to explain tech, no matter how simple.
"It knows your fingers. Does it only respond to you?"
"No. It's a surface acoustic wave system. There are two transducers along the X and Y axis of the glass; on the glass are reflectors that reflect an electrical signal from one transducer to the other. The receiving one tells if the wave's been disturbed and locates it. It'll respond to anyone's fingers."
Loki sucked in his cheeks and lifted his brow in doubt and confusion.
"Here, c'mon, try it." Tony pushed the phone towards him. "Pick a topping. Just touch the box next to what you want."
Loki bit a thin lip.
"I liked the little fish."
"I believe so."
"Go for it."
Loki poked gently at the screen, his face lighting up when the box turned blue.
"I would like to try pineapple."
"Those two things probably shouldn't mix."
"Savory and sweet flavors are often complimentary."
"Whatever you say." Tony shrugged and tucked an arm behind his head.
"Soo... If Thor finds out about this, whose head is getting flattened by Mjollner? Mine? Yours? Both? How do your people take to the whole gay sex thing? From what I can tell your brother's values could be called pretty Norse. Is that basically Asgard's thing?"
"He'd most likely smash yours. To an Asgardian, you've thoroughly degraded me. At most, he would be disapointed in me. Many would expect this behavior of someone like me." Loki ran his hand up and down the screen, still enjoying making the page move.
Tony quirked one brown eye brow.
"Ah. So have I been debauched, or only you?" he asked through a lascivious smile.
"Only me, since I let you penetrate me. You would just be considered to have taken your pleasure through dominance in our coupling."
"Asgard sounds suspiciously like jail to me."