Loki/Tony and sandwiches.
“This roast beef is outrageous, it’s unbelievable, it’s incredible,” Tony says from his perch on the counter, where Loki has repeatedly tried to get him not to sit when there are customers in the deli.
“Glad you like it,” Loki says shortly, trying not to smile as he bends over the dish of egg salad.
“I didn’t say I liked it, I said it was incredible, i.e. it cannot be credited,” Tony says, leaning over the counter to try and press some of the meat in question past Loki's lips.
“Don’t you have a company to run or something?” Loki asks, batting his hand away. “Weren’t those sandwiches for a board meeting that started two hours ago?”
“Oh,” Tony says. “Huh.”













