Tony & Loki - Grudging Adoptions

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

His first official night at the Madonna Hotel was, without a doubt, the worst night of sleep Tony Stark had ever had. Just, the worst. One would think that a lot of wandering, drinking, drunken wandering, pacing, and fruitless flight attempts on top of cutting off his stream of caffeine would have made him sleep come easier, but no. Nothing would make the knowledge that he was sleeping in a literal cave fine. No, not just a literal cave, a room drafted to look like a literal cave that some interior designer thought was a good idea.

And somehow, waking up to face the day in one was even worse.

Tony angrily adjusted his position on the red couch (the only part of the room that was kind of acceptable) to stare at the wall and list off all the things he committed to doing that day because what else was he going to do while he willed himself to get up?

Introduce himself to the guests? No, not on his life. Not today.

Find a job? Still a no on that one, good buddy.

Finally announce his presence to Peter? Shit, he actually committed to that one.

"Ugh." That teeny expression of woe was all Tony could muster as he rolled onto his back and rubbed his eyes. Despite how badly he wanted to flake that day of all days, he just knew he couldn't.

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[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"Okay, okay." Tony set the kitten back down on his chest, raising his hands acquiescently. "I'll respect your boundaries, you respect mine. Especially if I'm the guy you chose to keep you safe from the bear. Deal?"

Oh yes, there was no sleeping for anyone today.

"And the guy feeding you. And cleaning up after you. Assuming you really did just run in here from nowhere and I can't get a better match going." Tony rolled off the side of the couch, cat back in arm. "I won't even hover. I'll let you do your own thing. Just go where you're supposed to go and scratch up everything but the couch." He wasn't certain why he was suddenly trying to sell himself to a cat like he was a potential employer, but there he was.

[st_ratagem]

Loki suspected that scratching things up would be less fun with permission, so he made a mental note to only scratch the couch if he decided to scratch anything. As for the rest, he could take care of himself and his thrall (whose name he would eventually have to learn, probably) was already taking care of most kitten needs anyway.

So making this deal would be just like making no deal: no actual change for Loki save that he'd gain ready access to someone he could watch and gain secondhand knowledge of Thor's doings. He meowed.