“Honestly, don’t try to figure English out. It doesn’t make sense to anyone and that’s how we like it,” Tony grins.

It’s not too far into the first pizza that Loki will begin to feel...different. Tony doesn’t notice, but having never grown up with an innate connection to magic and the very force of it stemming from his natural being, he wouldn’t. Sitting back in front of a red plastic cup of soda he has not and will not, thank you, touch, Tony cleans his fingers of the grease and looks up only when he notices Loki’s strange facial expressions.

“Okay, not a fan of pizza,” he says, slowly, knowing something else is wrong.