Loki raised an eyebrow when he realized johnny was drunk. That was… going to get him into heaps of trouble. He shook his head and turned his attention back to the book he had been reading to try and avoid Steph’s bad mood. He was glad that Steph and Johnny never took their ire out on him, but he still preferred to keep himself looking as harmless as possible. Plus he was at a really good part. “I stopped and got sushi.” he assured Johnny. “also a lot of cake pops. And coffee.” he smiled. “and a good pound of fruit.” he turned a page in the book.<br/><br/>He watched Steph, amused by the other. She wasn’t really mad, he knew that. If she was she’d be in the home gym beating the shit out of that strange red bag that Stark had made her. Loki watched her intently as she carefully guided Johnny into a chair and as soon as he was settled Loki stuck. A snap of his fingers, and ropes leaped into life, slithering like living snakes along his legs and arms, binding him to the chair. “should make him brush his teeth first.” Loki commented as the ropes tied themselves into knots. Ones that Johnny couldn’t pull free of, but that Steph could tug loose with a single yank. And they where fireproof to boot.