Tony & Darcy
Tony barked out a laugh at the alien sex toys and then promptly choked on that laugh, followed by croaking out a "WHAT?!" that echoed throughout the coat closet. Loki was a hot chick? His mind tried wrapping around that and it only ended up in a pretzel shape that would have rivaled any 3-D time travel rendering.
He wondered what Loki would even look like as a woman, and then - because Asgard - gathered it would be hot. Nothing he wanted to imagine for any extended length of time. Even besides overlooking that whole thing about the God of Mischief being glowstick brain-jacked when throwing him out of a window.
Enough about that. For now. He hugged onto her tight. It felt right and he was hoping that he wouldn't do anything to mess this up. He was really trying hard not to, no matter how many times fate said NOPE and did the opposite of what he intended.
"Yeah, I had to tell her first. Wife getting blindsided with that sort of info is never a good idea. She's supportive." He pulled away, reluctantly, to look at her. "You should talk to her too, whenever you're ready. We're gonna take care of you. Now go have fun. It's a great party and I'm proud of you, helping everyone get tanked and maybe get lucky tonight. Just don't do anything I wouldn't do, which leaves you a big wide gray area to play around in."