"Not unless you give me a reason to." Tony replied simply as he entered the tower. He was being rather laid back about the situation, but something told him that Loki wasn’t here to hurt anyone. The mechanic made his way toward the elevator that would take them to the living/kitchen area.
Loki followed behind him carefully, looking around as he entered the building. There were cameras everywhere- it made him terribly uncomfortable really, but he guessed if the mortal was going to turn him in he would have done so by now. Slowly, he stepped into the elevator beside him and folded his hands neatly behind his back. “… You have not changed terribly- Mr. Stark…”
Clint let out a soft noise and his muscles in his back flexed. He couldn’t help but dream about Loki. The fae just..had a hold over him that he couldn’t explain.
The fae watched him closely, tilting his head to the side as he gently traced the scars with his soft, cool fingers. He began humming softly to himself as he watched the mortal, crimson eyes studying his movements and reactions to his delicate touch.
"Could be better could be a lot worse:" he sighed
He nodded. “That is very true… How are the others?” He felt odd for asking such a question. He wondered if they looked at the marksman differently as well since everything.
Tony preferred being out of his Tower, sometimes being locked away in there got him thinking too much and that only spiraled into bad anxiety attacks - being outside meant he couldn’t because people would stop and stare. He watched Loki out of the corner of his eye, interacting with the customers as they walked in and serving them there drinks, he was good at it but was it all fake? Was he genuinely a nice person deep down? Maybe Tony would eventually find out.
Whenever things started to slow down, he pulled his co-worker aside in the back. He was gone for a short period of time, but when he returned he pulled off his hat and went over to the table Tony was sitting at. “She said I could get off a little early-” He ran a hand through his curly hair and then made a face, realizing how badly he probably needed a shower. He swore though- the scent of coffee forever clung to his clothing at this point.
"I would hope so." The billionaire replied as one brow quirked higher than the other. His chocolate hues followed the God as he stood, though Tony made no movements toward him. Instead, he began to turn towards the tower’s entrance. "You still up for that drink?" He wondered if Loki would remember the small joke they had.
The trickster watched Tony closely as he stood, running a hand through his curly hair as the mechanic made his way towards the tower entrance. “…I suppose so-” He needed something to lighten the mood- but he doubted whatever the hell the mortal had in stock wouldn’t be enough to ease his nerves. “It depends though, are you going to call SHIELD?”
He licked his lips and arched up, one of his hands coming up to run through his hair. Part of him hadn’t wanted Loki to leave but he knew he couldn’t keep the fae. It wouldn’t be right. He needed to be free, away from him and far away from the King.
The fae gently traced the scars along the mortals back, settling in beside him. He wondered where the huntsman had gotten such scars… They looked somewhat old- and they looked like they had been very painful.
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 I’ve just been having a really tough time lately. Life is getting really difficult and I just don’t know how to handle it at times. I know real life is more important than role playing but I feel the need to apologize to you all for my lack of responses and such. I’ve been very depressed lately and I am trying to find a job, some of you may remember that I have a really tough homelife- things have only gotten worse. My mother is very sick, both physically and mentally, and she probably isn’t going to last much longer, my grandmother is in the same boat. My father is doing his best to handle the stress and the situation as a whole but he just retired and can barely afford anything. My boyfriend that I have been living with off and on is struggling financially, as is his family, and the emotional situation at his house is very caustic as well. I feel bad about telling everyone this, but I can’t take it anymore. I can’t handle the stress. I can’t escape it, even when rping. I feel irl pushing into my writing and I HATE it. I don’t know if anyone will read this, or care, but if you do read it, thank you for taking the time to read my post and letting me rant about my life. I don’t know how active I will be, but I will try to reply to my threads at least once or twice a week… I am so sorry about this, but thank you for your patience. 
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As Tony studied the god, he seemed to be of no harm. “Been studying up on the laws, huh?” He smirked. “I thought bad guys didn’t follow laws.” He taunted before following Loki’s gaze up to the tower and shrugged loosely. “Yeah, I sorta had to after you and your alien army blew through here. Remember that?”
The god sank down a bit, green eyes shifting to look back at the mechanic. He could snap the man’s neck if he really wanted, and part of him really did, but he didn’t want to ruin what little bit of a life he had here. “Yes… It is still quite fresh in my mind.” Vivid. The god slowly began to stand up, watching Tony closely, worried the man might see it as a threat and attack him.