“Simple, yet effective.” Tony’s demanding kiss interrupts him, though Loki doesn’t mind. He minds even less at Tony’s next words. Clasping his free hand over the one clenched in his shirt, he smiles a slow, sharp smile, then spins the engineer swiftly until his back is pressed to Loki’s front and one long pale hand holds both brown wrists.“Do you remember learning patience? I think today is a perfect time for another lesson.” He makes Tony walk toward the bedroom, tracing the fingertips of his free hand over the genius’ jaw and mouth.
Tony is taken off guard by the abrupt change of position for only a moment, and he wiggles his wrists in Loki’s grip more out of habit and instinct than any desire to free himself. To be entirely honest, freeing himself is rather far from his mind at this point.
“Not sure how well that last lesson stuck,” he comments wryly, tipping his head back to look at the god, winding up with his head against the trickster’s shoulder and a view of Loki’s profile as he’s herded along. “I’d ask what sort of lesson, but I think I’m getting a pretty good idea here.”
***
Summer is half-drowsing, book tipped over on her chest, when her phone goes off. She stretches for it, tumbling the book onto the floor, and clicks the screen open.
[text from: Glowheart] Your presence is requested in the penthouse for nefarious purposes as soon as possible.
The phrasing is clearly Jarvis’. She rolls her eyes a little.
Nefarious purposes. That could mean anything from science run rampant to Tony attempting to cook. Flopping wholly off the couch to her feet, she tidies up the book and heads for the Tower. She goes in the front door, just so she can quiz Jarvis about what’s going on.