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Usually the increasingly-regular lunches with Stark started with at least a pretense of Stark coming into the clinic for a reason. It was actually funny that now, when both of them had injuries that might benefit from being looked at and checked, it was almost like they'd silently agreed to meet in the café area instead. Or at least, Stark hadn't turned up in his usual timeframe. It seemed entirely possible that Thor had communicated their break, and Stark had entirely reasonably decided that there was no further need to play nice.

Whatever the reason, Loki had gotten used to taking a break in the middle of the day, whether or not he actually spent that time eating. The café was as good a place as any.

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"Existential threats moreso than angst." There was Tony's first little untruth of the day. Knowing there was a high probability he would be Actually Dead soon put him into a weird head space when he wasn't distracting himself.

"Getting, as the kids put it, thoroughly wasted the other night makes one think of where the next one'll from. It's always been a serial escalation thing ever since I became Iron Man. If you don't know what the future holds, you plan for it. Get what I'm saying?"

“Generally when I don’t know what the future holds, I’ll interfere until I’m the one who decides what happens, but yes. I follow your reasoning.” Whose idea had it been to put cheese and tuna fish on the same sandwich? It wasn’t bad.

Tony merely hummed in response. That didn't bode well.

"I'm sure Thor has barked up this tree enough so I'll keep it brief. Let's say we got back home with our memories intact. No more fishbowl." He gestured between the two of them. "We collaborate. Asgardians, Avengers."

Thor and I are no longer speaking. Loki took another bite of sandwich rather than saying that, and used chewing and swallowing to consider matters.

Stark had specifics in mind, that was clear. What they could be was the real question. “I didn’t think you’d need to negotiate for my brother’s collaboration.”

"You know what I meant." Tony gestured back with his fork, blowing his bangs up from his eyes when they fell. Goddamn, they needed a trim.

"I have Thor's. I want yours. Not even for ideals like "justice" or "truth" or chump stuff like that. I'm speaking purely pragmatic."

Hmmm. “I’m not much of a team player, recent events notwithstanding.” Whatever Stark’s point was, it was important to him. Important enough to take whatever this not-friendship was to a different level. “And I have no intention of spending any time on Midgard after getting out of here. I have other priorities.” Not being locked up, as he’d have to be on either Midgard or Asgard.

"My point." Tony lifted a hand. "You have your scope, we have ours. We've got our eyes on our corner, you've got your eyes on yours. If there's, ah, overlap we work together for a mutually beneficial outcome. Think less of a formal political alliance and simply a commitment to being neighborly."

Tony had a pretty good feeling that any talk of formalization would lose Loki immediately. Hell, it lost him most of the Avengers.

“I don’t think you understand. When we escape from here, none of you will ever see me again.” The only real reason to stay in orbit had been Thor, and that thread was cut. “I won’t be neighborly, as I won’t be a neighbor.” Perhaps he’d actually go to Jotunheim and see what he could do there? Being one of them had to have some benefit.

A beat.

Tony exhaled, slowly. He wasn't going to go chasing after Loki or get down on his knees on this one. His knowledge would have been of great benefit, but the man was as big a benefit as he was a risk. Even after Loki saved his life, Tony could see that.

'He saved your life.'

Oh no. No.

No.

No attacks of the conscience right now, thanks.

"Shame. For me, mostly." Another untruth. In spite of himself, he had a hard time reconciling he was letting Loki continue on in blissful ignorance.

Ha. That made him uncomfortable. Whatever was in Stark’s head required Loki to stay close, which was as good a reason not to as the god of mischief had ever heard. What other reason other than ‘there’s a box I need to stick you in’ could there really be? “Yes, yes, it’s sad for you. If there’s anything you want from me, it’ll be in this cage, not another one.”

Tony opened his mouth to refute whatever had just gone through Loki's head, but he masked the gesture by raising his cup of coffee to his lips. Insisting would get him nowhere and make the conversation all the more suspect.

"You got me." His lips curved into a resigned smile. "I'm a control freak with little regard for the needs of others at the end of the day."

Loki shrugged. “I didn’t say that I minded. Only that if you want something from me, try for it now. Pinning me down later isn’t something I intend to allow.”

"I don't intend to pin anyone down. Not before the going gets rough. I just like my contingencies. To be blunt, friends are contingencies. Having someone to rely on makes for a decent plan."

There was every likelihood Loki suspected he was holding something back, and that was inevitable.

"I can see where you'd disagree. People are breathtakingly inconsistent. But I have some morsel of good faith left in me. That could include you. Or not. The offer's there."

Intentions meant very little in the grand scheme; Loki knew that better than most. But it seemed clear enough otherwise: if he wanted to find out what Stark’s agenda was, he’d have to at least pretend to play along.

Fine. “Say that I’m not one hundred percent disinterested. What of it?”

"Who says that." Tony went in for his last mouthful of the fruity salad, chewing it and swallowing it down. "You say that?" He scraped up the rest of the morsels quickly. Loki's sandwich was making him hungry for some proper protein.

“If you know anyone who thinks they can speak for me, I’d love to kill them.” In other words, who else would say that?

"Ease up those claws there, Caca. Just making sure." Tony patted his mouth, pushing the bowl away.

"If this is really you considering the offer, then maybe you'll consider that I'm not just asking for me. Existential threats, ergo, existence with a period at the end."

Humans always thought existence was at stake, as if change and annihilation were the same thing. Loki shrugged. “I’m provisionally willing to accept that you believe that’s the case.”

Suddenly, Tony could empathize with Thor's frustration. Just a little bit.

"Do your powers include precognition or can I continue?"

“I can’t see the future, I’m not a witch.” He’d been the one to stop talking, so really his annoyance was his own doing. “Do go on.”

"Neighbors gossip, right? Swapping intel, if you prefer." If there were any circumstances to which Thor would be amenable to the truth being shared, it was if Loki came to some kind of understanding with the two of them.

All this, of course, was hopelessly optimistic and tremendously unlikely. Even so, the weight on his shoulders was enough to keep Tony talking, just a little more.

“Ah, the pure hypothetical.” That was disappointing, but at the same time something of a relief. If there was nothing to swap at present, this was just Stark tryingvto tie his hands later. He didn’t realize that there was nothing Loki wanted from him or his precious Earth. “Fine, whatever. I don’t mind making meaningless promises.”

"Far less hypothetical than you'd think. Haven't done any gossiping with you yet, neighbor." Leaving it at that, Tony placed his second order for a tuna avocado sandwich on gluten-free toast. No need to get sluggish today.

"Thanks for the inspiration, by the way. I forgot how much I liked fish. Maybe I'll go pescetarian--saturated fats are bad at my age."

“I’ll count the minutes.” If Stark something to tell, he would have. If there was something he wanted to know, he’d have hinted. There was no need for elaborate meaningless ties when actual substance was present, unless you wanted to keep the substance to yourself.

Which returned this entire thing back to the hypothetical.

Ah, well, it had been an interesting enough conversation, if pointless and annoying. “I used to be rather good at fishing. A thousand years ago or so.”

"That right?"

'God, kill me.'

Leaving it on such a banal note made Tony's stomach churn and robbed him of the appetite he had been trying to cultivate.

Even after suffering Loki's insufferability, his conscience wouldn't stop rattling about. He had gotten as far as he could by revealing nothing. Even if he revealed everything, it would likely earn back a net zero. And yet, he had to say something. It went beyond an itch, it was a stinging pain that arose from somewhere in the heart of him.

With all that buzzing inside, Tony quietly rapped his fingers on the counter, awaiting his order.