[ Maybe it's curiosity that makes Tony double back to see where the official was leading Loki, or maybe it was masochism, but something makes him stop hauling the sandbags to more strategic locations (seriously, they were wasting their time putting them near the river, but nobody wants to listen to him) and check in.

He is not making sure that the godling isn't in trouble (or making trouble) no matter what that stupid little voice in the back of his head might be chirping at him. Nope, just good old curiosity.

Curiosity that leads him to... story time?

Tony stands in the doorway, one eyebrow raised, as he watches green flames and rainbows entertain the children and--- seriously, who put Loki in the same place as children? How did that--]

Please tell me you are not telling them stories about Middle Earth because that would just be cruel. Though it might be enough to put them to sleep despite this storm.

[ Hope you don't mind company, Loki.]