Summer lets out a long, slow breath, watching the two of them. It wasn’t the whole truth, but it wasn’t the outright lie he’d spoken before. “Okay.” She nods, locking her fingers together. “Then I’m good. Whatever happens, then, between me and Loki, it’s good.” A smile crooks her lips as Tony kisses Loki, and then she hops up, grinning outright, and tries to worm her way in between them. “Share,” she demands.Loki chuckles, pulling away from Tony and looking down at the redhead. “Very well.” He pulls her between the two men, cups her face in one long-fingered hand, and kisses her deeply, not at all chaste. When he finally lets her go, his cheeks are flushed. “Does that content you?”
Tony’s eyebrows raise slightly at the, er…sharing, and afterward he glances between them once more. He slides his hands into his pockets and rocks back on his heels, before finally chiming in, “Does it count if it contents me?”
Summer tips her head back to look up at Tony upsidedown, breathing hard. “Only if at some point I get to be in a Tony and Loki sandwich. Properly.” She looks back at Loki. “That … goes a long way toward contentment, yes.”