Author's Note: Hi all! You guys are all fantastic for reading my story I love you all! This chapter is kinda short but I hope you enjoy anyway! :)

Tony woke up, predictably, late. He yawned loudly and snuggled into his pillow. The events of last night were slowly coming back to him. He kissed whatever her name was, played I Never with Clint, Steve, Bruce, Loki—Loki.

Tony's eyes shot open. It took a couple seconds for him to process what was happening and then—Fuck. His arm was draped around Loki and he was curled around his body. His face was buried in Loki's neck. What the hell happened? Panicking, he extracted his arm as fast as he could without waking the sleeping boy next to him. He scooted away slowly. Loki yawned and shifted, turning towards Tony in his sleep. His eyes were closed and his hair bushed up all around his face. Instead of curled with their perpetual sneer, his lips were slightly parted, breathing deeply. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. He wasn't rolling his eyes or lashing out. A small tuft of hair fell into his face, and Tony felt a maddening desire to brush it away. After a few long moments, Tony realized how weird it was that he was staring at another guy while he was sleeping. In his bed. With him. Especially since the guy was Loki. Slowly, he sat up. A stinging pain shot through his head. He winced, throwing his legs over the side of the bed. He stood and grabbed sweatpants, pulling them on. Slowly, he walked out of his room, each step sending sharp pains into his skull. He needed Advil.

He entered his kitchen and came to an abrupt halt. "Fuck," he breathed. I am not ready to deal with this shit yet, he thought as he looked around his kitchen. Clint, Bruce, Pepper and (strangely) Natasha Romanov were all sitting around the kitchen table, staring at him. Steve was bustling around making coffee for everyone.

"Morning," they chorused. With the exception of Steve—who seemed chipper as ever—they all sounded tired and hung-over, much like Tony.

"Hi," Tony said tentatively, sitting down. "What're you all doing here?"

"Too drunk to drive and didn't feel like calling a cab," Clint said shortly as Steve handed him coffee. He thanked him quietly and drank it. Steve passed around steaming mugs to everyone and opened the fridge, pulling out eggs and bacon.

"Can you get me some Advil with those eggs, Steve?" Tony asked, his hand clutching his forehead. "It's in the bathroom." Everyone else murmured "me too"s. Steve nodded, disappearing around the corner, and reappeared a few seconds later with a small white bottle. He distributed two pills to everyone and filled five glasses of water. "Thanks, Steve," everyone muttered.

Steve then began frying the eggs and bacon and the delicious smells wafted all throughout the house. Within a few moments, Tony heard footsteps and dread filled his stomach. But the footsteps grew loud, much louder than Loki's had ever been, and through the kitchen door came a tall, broad shouldered, blonde figure that was most definitely not Loki. No. It was his brother, Thor. Dammit, Tony thought, I forgot Thor was here too.

"I smell breakfast!" Thor strode over and sniffed the bacon and eggs. "Mmm, delicious."

"Thor!" Clint exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't find my brother last night, and I wasn't going to leave without him so I stayed." Thor pulled up a chair. "Do any of you know where he is?"

Clint furrowed his brow. "You don't mean Loki, do you?"

"He's sleeping," Tony said quietly, ignoring Clint.

"Oh good, I was worried he'd gone—"

"Loki was here?" Clint exclaimed incredulously. "Loki was here?"

"You don't remember?" Tony asked, massaging his throbbing temples. Clint paused, his brow furrowed, until suddenly realization dawned.

"Oh yeah. But…why?" Clint was staring at him with wide eyes.

"Cause I invited him." Tony reached for his coffee and took a sip.

"Why on earth would you invite him?" Clint looked completely scandalized, as if their friendship had been defiled by Tony's unprecedented invitation.

"Because I felt like it," Tony said.

"Wait," Bruce interrupted. "Where did he sleep?"

"One of the guest bedrooms," Tony lied.

"Not possible," Bruce said, taking a big gulp of coffee. "There are only five guest bedrooms on the second floor, and you always lock the third floor for parties."

"Chill out, detective Bruce," Tony gritted his teeth. All this noise was making his head ring more. "He slept in my room."

"Well where did you sleep?" Clint interjected.

Tony was saved from answering as footsteps approached. As they got closer, Tony heard a distinct voice say, "Ow, Stark, my head feels like it's going to expl—" Loki stopped mid-sentence as he saw the room full of people, all of whom as staring at him. And, god dammit, he was still wearing his dark green boxers. Tony smiled meekly.

"Morning, Loki." Loki stared at Tony, his eyes narrowing as if blaming him.

"Good morning, brother!" Thor boomed. "Sit down! Steve was just making us some breakfast!" Steve, regaining composure, smiled at Loki as he began piling eggs and bacon onto a large plate. Loki slowly took a seat (luckily there was a seat directly between Tony and Thor) and Steve placed the food in the middle of the table, giving everyone a plate and utensils before joining them to eat.

They ate in a tense, palpable silence. Tony occasionally caught Loki glancing at him, but mostly he just stared down at his plate and tried to ignore the situation. His head was still pounding and it was still early (by his standards) and he was still not ready to deal with this.

"So," Pepper said, a brave attempt to break the awkward silence, "you and Tony are lab partners, right? Is that how you know each other?"

"Yes," Loki said shortly. Pepper waited for him to elaborate, and when he didn't, she tried again.

"You and Thor look nothing alike, it's almost hard to believe you guys are brothers." Pepper smiled at Loki. Oh Pep, Tony thought, oh poor, innocent Pep.

"I'm adopted," Loki said tightly. They lapsed back into silence and Tony snorted into his coffee at the sheer awkwardness of it all. Everyone turned to stare at him and he tried to pass it off as a cough.

"Sorry." He smiled sheepishly.

"Well," Bruce said, standing. He looked like he just couldn't take anymore. "My parents are expecting me so I'm gonna get going."

"Same." Steve stood quickly, following Bruce out the door. Clint, and Natasha stood up together (Tony raised his eyebrows. Clint had been trying to get with Natasha for ages, and it seemed like it finally happened), followed by Pepper, Thor and, finally, Loki and they all made their way out the door.

"See you all later!" Tony called as the door slammed behind Loki. When they were all gone, Tony burst out laughing, doubled over against the table. That was one of the most awkward situations he had ever been in. Quickly, he pulled out his phone and texted Loki.

That was hilarious

A few moments and...

You have a terrible sense of humor

I've been told. You're welcome, btw.

And why am I thanking you?

Cause I let you sleep in my bed and made sure you didn't do anything stupid.

I'm not going to thank you.

Why not?

You got me drunk in the first place.

What can I say, the drunk ones are the easiest ones.

Shut up, Stark.

You were calling me Tony last night you know.

I repeat, I was drunk.

Obviously. You were drunk enough to sleep with me.

I didn't sleep with you. I just slept in the same bed as you.

For now.

Goodbye, Stark.

See you later, Loks.

Don't ever call me that again.

You were fine with it last night ;)

Loki never replied to the last text. Tony slept off his hangover all day. When he woke up, he glanced over at where Loki had slept last night. He grinned. He was enjoying this way too much.