The armor was definitely misbehaving, but Loki wasn’t technologically inclined enough to even begin to guess why. Had it been magic, he’d have suspected some fault in concentration or something off in spell configuration. But it wasn’t magic.

He rolled his eyes. “There’s no ‘us’, Stark. You do the same thing he does. To a lesser degree, maybe, but the same. Any perspective or decision that isn’t yours is clearly wrong and worthless because it’s not yours and yours is right. Which is of course what you’re fighting about: whose reality wins.” And they were definitely fighting, because Thor had turned up asleep in Loki’s room two nights running without a peep about ‘Tony will be looking for me’.