Loki wonders what it might feel like not to suffer boredom. He is currently sprawled out across the most comfortable couch in Tony’s penthouse, vaguely pondering what to do with his time now that he has finished his most recent research. Perhaps he could take up sparring again. Or perhaps Tony will permit him the use of some of the equipment in the workshop to craft weaponry again. He does feel undressed without a few knives.
Summer wanders in, planning to spend the afternoon reading here, because the penthouse gets far better sun than her own little apartment far below. She stops short on seeing Loki. “Sorry. I was just going to read for a bit … is it okay? I don’t want to bother you.”