Loki found he was inexplicably drawn to Anthony, unable to tear himself away for more than an hour at most. He would get anxious, shaky; sometimes he found he was unable to stay still. It was only worse when the man had meetings; those could last anywhere from an hour to five. Those were the times Loki was most agitated. And oh, Anthony would know. He always did, just as Loki always knew what Tony was feeling.
Their connection was strong now, their bond complete. They could always tell what the other was feeling whenever and wherever they were. It was a heavy burden, a wonderful gift.
As of now, frustration and exhaustion was rushing through the part of Loki's mind that Anthony had fused himself into; Anthony had been away for nearly nine and a half hours, arguing with his fellow Avengers, arguing against them, for Loki's sake. Everyone, save Thor- who had taken his rightful place back in Asgard- had convinced themselves Loki needed to be contained in a cell of some sort, punished for his crimes. Anthony on the other hand, argued that the god had been under the influence of the Tesseract, and that Agent Barton, or "Legolas", as Anthony so affectionately called him, should understand the power in which the device possessed, and that Dr. Banner should understand just as much, seeing as how he'd studied it for days. No, this was not all they had used to prove their points, some things more rash than others, but it seemed that Anthony's Avengers only wanted to punish Loki for his war crimes against midguard.
As for Loki….he wasn't entirely sure what he should think. He knew he deserved some form of punishment for his crimes, but he also knew that what he had done hadn't entirely been his fault. So that left the question of what could be done? He knew Anthony would never let him be locked in a cell, He felt a ghost of tingling pain slide through his mind, and brush over his fingers like a soft gust of wind; he assumed by this, Anthony had just slammed his fist into the metal table beneath him- he'd done it multiple times in the last hour and a half. It was then that alarm rose in his mind, almost choking him. He froze in midst of his small ministrations, trying to find out what had caused his mortal to surprise, but he could find no such answer. He could breathe again, however, when relief spilled over, taking place of the alarm. Soon after, he felt Anthony getting close. The mortal was flying back now, flying back to their home, flying back to Loki. There were some advantages to someone who could fly- it was much faster than driving, which Loki was immensely grateful for. There was a soft thud on the balcony, and Loki looked through the glass door in time to see Anthony walking forward, his suit being taken off by metal parts that came out of the ground as he walked. This was something Loki always enjoyed watching, seeing his Man of Iron no longer the Man of Iron, but rather his mortal, someone he didn't have to share.
Loki smiled as Anthony came through the glass door, looking frustrated and ultimately tired. Loki moved forward and embraced the mortal, Anthony's tense muscles relaxing the same as Loki's did when they touched.

"Good evening, my love," Loki whispered ever so softly into the mortals ear. "I hope it went well?"

"You'd know if it didn't, Lo," Anthony said just as quietly, pressing a kiss to the underside of Loki's jaw. Loki smiled down at the beautiful yet weary man before him.

"Would you like dinner? I made your favorite," Loki said, tilting his head towards the small, round table that sat alone in the center of the kitchen. The warm smile gracing Anthony's lips and the delighted love that rushed warmly into Loki's mind were more than enough to make his own heart lurch. He loved doing these small things for Anthony. It always was the small things that made the mortal happy. It was a cursed blessing that Loki was more than grateful for.

"Hell yeah. Lemme just go change. Damn thing itches," Anthony said with that wild grin Loki had come to love. The man tugged at his collar, loosening his tie before disappearing down the hallway. Loki moved to the table, pouring them each a glass of red wine and pulling his lover's chair out before settling in his own. He waited patiently for Anthony, smiling when the man re-entered in sweats and a tee shirt, the arc reactors green-white glow shining softly beneath the white shirt. It was a sight he'd come to love to see; it made his lover look majestic and strong, beautiful, and, most importantly, his. Anthony's socked feet padded softly on wooden floors as he moved forward, sitting down next to Loki. The man dug into his pancakes, whipped cream somehow finding its way to the tip of his nose. Loki laughed lightly.

"That looks wonderful, my dear." He leaned forward, kissing away the whipped cream on the other's nose. Anthony smiled at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Hey, I try," Anthony replied nonchalantly. "It's a new trend I'm trying to start- whipped cream everything. I'm talking dress shirts, ties, pants….hell, I'm talking things from late night sex to cologne."

"I often worry of you, darling," Loki said, tilting his head to the side in the way Anthony called the 'puppy dog eyes'. He knew he looked adorably innocent, so he couldn't resist adding on, "Though, I do admit to being curious as to how you would use whipped cream in the bedroom."
Needless to say, later that night, Loki's nether regions were covered in Anthony's precious whipped cream, the other's mouth soon to follow.
Loki had a feeling Anthony's trend might very well be a fantastic idea.