I need you. Three simple words send a zip of electricity down his spine. Loki knows the other doesn't mean it in the grand sense, but just hearing those words is enough to make his heart flutter just a bit.

Rumlow and Steve give Tony a look, Steve's persisting just a bit after his quick correction, but Natasha looks straight at Loki, He hopes he's able to cover his reaction well enough.

"I am by no means an 'expert' in these weapons," he says, packing the last of the excess scraps in the trunk they were delivered in, "but the components are similar to some of the weaponry used in Asgardian ships."

Loki chuckles at Tony's words.

"Your grammar needs work." Despite his teasing, Loki complies with the request, pulling Tony in for an embrace. He lets the human decide the duration, only speaking again when they pull apart.

"Alright, show us what you had in mind."