As Loki settles in and breaks the disappointing (of understandable) news about their new, ritual nightly lessons, Tony slips an arm around his chest, under his arms, and presses himself against the other.

He probably ought to have given more warning than that, but the time to fight the bond with Loki has already ended. He sleeps better like this, though he’d been more of a solo sleeper even when he shared the bed with Pepper. If last night time him anything, it was that touch with his bonded was tantamount to a good night sleep.

He’s gone so long with such terrible dreams that he’ll happily spoon Loki for a chance at rest.