doesn't look up from his book, but his fingers have stopped turning pages
The common room was warm. Mid-morning light slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching dust motes suspended in the air. Tony and Thor were bickering near the kitchen island—something about formation tactics—their voices a familiar, distant rumble.
Adrian
Hey, Y/n. That sweater looks good on you. Really brings out your—
Loki
snaps his book shut
The sound cut through the room like a blade. Tony and Thor went quiet.
Adrian
grinsI was just paying a compliment.
Loki
slowly sets the book aside, standsI'm certain you were. You're very generous with them.
Adrian's grin didn't falter. But Loki's gaze had settled on him—flat, unblinking, patient.
