“Uh, no. No I absolutely need to hear it,” Tony insists. He hasn’t let go of Loki’s hand and he doesn’t intend to do so either. Not unless Pepper shows up and then only because it would not be fair to do it in front of her before they had a more thorough discussion.

Thor, however, gets mightily to his feet and comes to stand beside his brother. “Stark, it was quite the well delivered speech. Your bonded stood tall and proud, perhaps even majestic, and loosed green magical tendrils from his fingertips.” Thor attempts to demonstrate this, though it really just looks like jazz hands.

In the kitchen area, Rogers can’t help but poke his head out to watch.

“It was no less than any Asgardian would do for the mortals of this planet,” Thor says, pretending to affect Loki’s voice in a really very affectionate but horribly insulting way. It sounds both snooty and over the top childish, nothing at all like Loki’s melodic notes. “My brother and I will always stand by Midgard and her people, we will also be sure to cultivate respect and generosity—“

Tony outright stares at Thor and then glances at Loki.

“I mean,” Tony smirks, “that sounds just like you. Words and tone,” he deadpans.