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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 7:13 pm
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Between Thor and Bruce, Fenrir was served and he eager dug in, showing some skill in using his utensils, proving that he’d practiced some, though he still had a little trouble. Bruce and Betty were rather pleased to see Loki accept the food. It wasn’t the tastiest and most decadent food, but considering that Loki wanted cold food, it was the best they could come up with at the moment. Breakfast was fairly relaxed, people asking Loki how he felt and how the babies were doing. And there was still plenty of curiosity about Kelani and her grandmother, asking about their life in Alaska, their interests, what they would like to do or hoped to do now. Steve promised to take Clint and Bucky and help them bring whatever else they wanted form their home the next day.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 9:15 pm
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Bruce handed Loki the plate to hold, grabbing a bottle of water before pushing Loki out of the dining room and to the labs. The door slid open for them as they approached, and for a moment one would have thought Tony wasn’t there. Tony’s presence had usually meant noise, music, conversations, machines, but it was silent in his lab. The place had never been organized, Tony’s brand of chaos demanding things be left out for him to return to, but the lab was trashed, almost hazardous with the amount of abandoned machine parts, tools, and scrap metal there was laying around. And Tony sat off to one side, leaning back in an office chair, staring at holograms that spun lazily in front of him, though he clearly didn’t see them. He was disheveled, clearly having not cleaned himself up since he woke, his sleeveless night shirt showing how much weight he’d lost in the months since Loki had left. Behind him, pressed against a wall was a cot with a single blanket and pillow on it, a stack of clothes tucked underneath it.
The genius didn’t notice Bruce and Loki’s entrance, even when Bruce purposely kicked a scrap of metal to make some noise. “Nightmare.” Bruce sighed then. “Always the nightmares.” Shaking his head, Bruce took the plate from Loki and sat it down on a table, picking up what was clearly the untouched breakfast from the day before.
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