And now for a little cherry on top. A new morning routine for Steve and Loki.

"Good morning, Washington DC," the clock radio blared into the quiet of the bedroom, "did you enjoy the fireworks?"

Steve blushed at the double meaning of the question before his stomach flipped. He and Loki had shared an innocent goodnight kiss in the hallway before going to bed, but in the harsh light of day Steve worried that something had changed overnight. Up until yesterday, he and Loki had been friends, nothing more, and that had all changed in a single instant under the fireworks. What happens now?

He wasn't going to solve anything hiding in his room, so Steve took a deep breath and got out of bed. Pulse racing, he wandered into the kitchen to find Loki bent over a leftover piece of cake, a cup of coffee, and his book.

"Good morning," Steve greeted him, trying to seem more at ease than he felt.

Loki looked up and gave him one his high wattage smiles. "Good morning," he said and wrapped his arm around Steve's waist. "How did you sleep?"

At the touch, the knot in his stomach loosened and as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he draped his arm across Loki's shoulders. "Really well," he admitted, "I haven't slept that soundly in sometime."

Loki tipped his face up towards him. "There's more cake and coffee if you want some."

Steve stared down at his upturned face, the gentle curve of lip and longed to lean down to kiss him. I can do that now. He took in a breath, ducked his head, and touched light kiss to Loki's lips.

He felt Loki sigh as he leaned into the touch, returning the gentle pressure. "So breakfast?" he mumbled, pulling back a fraction.

Forehead resting against Loki's, Steve smiled. "Cake and coffee sound great."