“Wow. That’s... she’s hot. She’s hot right, Banner? Even you have to feel a little stirring down there, right?” Tony’s whisper is not a whisper. The man is incapable of being quiet, even when it really would behoove him to be. He makes a move to nudge Bruce on the shoulder but Thor’s crushing hand is already on the back of his neck and Tony finds himself inextricably forced to his knees.

“She is of Jotunheim’s blood,” Thor growls protectively, though it’s any wonder he can speak. He’d been dumbstruck by the change and the same rippling of the loins Tony spoke of has happened to him as well. “And is anything but warm. You will hold your tongue, mortal.”

“Woah, okay, wow, it was a compliment. Good job, buddy!” Tony says with his hands up. He might not be very good with self preservation but having the weight of Thor’s strength on his spinal column helps steer him in the right direction.

They miss the way Steve twitches at Loki’s touch, or the sweat that pours from his body when she releases him. His breathing is hard, muscles still shivering, and he sinks to the ground to gather himself back up. It’s not easy.

“I will make you proud of me,” he promises, connected to Loki as he is to Fenris. Loki might not care about the outcome of a mortal, even one of his blood now, but Steve still wants to be thought of well just the same.