st_ratagem | Therapeutic?

Following Thor without being hugely obvious was already getting tricky, even after only a day. It wasn’t surprising, really; Thor was more observant and aware of Loki’s tricks than he’d once been, and the Inn was still a confined space. That really only meant that instead of being sneaky, Loki was trying artful.

For whatever reason, Stark was confined to Thor’s room. Some kind of breakdown, who cared? It was an opening. If Stark was confined, they couldn’t have lunch in the cafe as they occasionally did, so bringing lunch was an excuse to lurk around Thor’s area. It was also a way to be a little bit of a jerk in the guise of being a medical type. Stark was an iffy eater at the best of times. And yes, Loki himself wasn’t interested in food, much, but he maintained weight and muscle mass without difficulty, which was more than Stark could say.

But the fact that he had multiple good reasons was why he turned up at Thor’s door and knocked by kicking it because his hands were carrying lunch.

Threaded | Flat

When Tony'd been allowed to his room to pick up a few tinker toys to sit down in Thor's and decide what he wanted to build, he didn't anticipate on ending up with 'Roomba But With A Silly Face' but there it was. He'd gotten distracted with installing the vacuuming unit to paint the top panel purple and add menacing but cartoonish cross sections of lines. The end product was looking disquietingly like the alien from his nightmares.

Thor probably wouldn't a fan of this particular coping mechanism but eh.

It took Tony several seconds to make the connection between knocking and answering but he rose and opened the door, regarding the figure with a blank expression. "You do room service now?"

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