"You know you belong to us and we'll anyone who tries to change that." With whoever two you're feelin with our boy
There's a moment of silence.
Then Tony crosses his arms -- slowly because his bruised ribs hurt like hell -- and raises his eyebrows. Pointedly.
If he could pull of the Glare of Doom™, he'd be aiming for that. But that's really more Natasha's thing than his, so the eyebrows and unamused expression will have to do.
"You wanna try that again?" he asks drily when it becomes clear that Loki hasn't noticed -- or is ignoring -- Tony's wordless demand.
Darcy doesn't look up from where she's scrolling on her phone. Clearly she's got better things to do than help Loki climb out of the hole he dug himself into. Probably plotting revenge.
Or possibly tweeting about Thor's latest attempt to conquer the microwave.
(Let's just say Tony's gonna need a new microwave and leave it at that. Please.)
Loki sighs the most put-upon sigh Tony has heard since his MIT-days where he's put a lot of effort into exasperating a certain professor of his. The asshole even rolls his eyes like he thinks Tony's just being silly but he's gonna take the grown-up road and indulge him.
Joke's on Loki because Tony's never chosen a grown-up option in his life.
"Yes, yes, you belong to yourself and no one else. Now can we kill that insignificant worm for touching you?"
Tony smirks.
"What makes you think there's anything left for you to kill?"














