Bathe— Tony isn’t sure what to make of that. It could absolutely be a sort of come on, or it might be a way for Loki to go all Species on him and try to eat him. As far as ways to go, being eaten during sex probably ranks in the better than neutral category, but that doesn’t mean he really wants to experience it.

Still, he pulls his shirt over his head. He’s not attached. No one will ask questions. He’d be utterly insane not to bathe with an alien anyway. For science.

Humanity may well thank him.

Tony skirts around the hottest of the pools, he can feel the steam coming from the surface of the water already. His mind is more focused on watching anyway. And watching Loki move through steam makes the corner of his mouth draw up.


At least he’s being quiet.