"They should not," Thor gave a slight smile. "It is pretty much all sorted... And yes, you are. I miss you. Father does not admit it, but he misses you. You were his son, you know, Loki. He holds hopes that you have changed and will be more like you used to be. I know you already are and regret it all. Father cannot see it yet, but he does. And there are times when one of the warrior three commented about you missing. Especially Fandral. You were part of the group..." He frowned, realsiing that he wasn't making things much better. He turned around, pulling Loki into a gentle hug; careful not to make him spill his soup. 

"I do not hold a grudge against you for that," Thor spoke softly, watching Loki carefully. He knew full well that Loki was sorry for everything he had done and regretted it all. "Father... He misses the old you. He does not yet believe that you are truly back. But he will see." He smiled softly at Loki, keeping him in a hug. "The truth is, Loki... I am not sure if I want to become King. I have realised something due to recent events and that is that I cannot protect the nine realms in the way I want to if I rule from the throne of Asgard. You are the first person I've told... I am yet to bring the matter to Father. Of course, I am glad you think I would make a great King and if I went through with it you would know you are always welcome in Asgard." Although he knew Loki did not really wish to return there for the moment. "But... I do not know any more."

Tony continued sitting really awkwardly, realising this was pretty quickly turning into a family manner. He hopped up, taking Loki's bowl from him and scurried away into the kitchen. He didn't really want to overhear anything private if they forgot he was there. He stuffed the bowl and his plate into the dishwasher, finishing his coffee alone in the kitchen. "JARVIS, are there any SHIELD operatives watching the building?" He wanted to make sure nobody would see them when they went up onto the roof.
"No, sir, there are not."
"Thank you JARVIS." He smiled slightly, rubbing his eyes. This morning was already turning a bit stressful for him. So much was happening in the living room... All emotional and it really wasn't what Tony was good with or used to. He needed a drink. But he wouldn't... He would resist that urge.