"Our mounts are much the same, if more durable. I have calm, agreeable gelding awaiting your arrival, but if you'd rather join me on my warhorse..." Not that he needs to ride a horse normally with Mjolnir in hand, but the idea of taking the long way into Asgard proper, of letting Tony absorb the marvel that is the rainbow bridge and the slowly growing sight of his home? Has him wanting to do so.
That and he'd read somewhere or another that it's a romantic gesture, riding horseback with one's significant other. He intends to make it quite plain to Tony and the people of Asgard that this is no mere guest, no mere shieldbrother or favored mortal- but his lover. Someone he holds dear to his heart, someone that is deserving of their respect and appreciation.
He cannot make the entirety of Migard look to Tony and see him as he does- but he can influence Asgard somewhat, and not unfairly. A clever mind and quick hands, a warrior's heart even if the means are unfamiliar? Tony has never balked at a challenge nor shirked his duty as a protector of his people. How could they not love him?
"It will be very bright, and may feel windy, but I have you, and I will not lose you." Thor laces their fingers together, squeezing gently. They don't need to be in contact for this part but- he feels better for having a hand on Tony as he tips his face skyward and smiles, feeling that crackling of ozone a heartbeat before Heimdall sends the Bifrost their way. Much as it appears like light slamming into the ground from the outside-
it feels more like being lifted from the inside. Faster than the lifts at the Tower had been, certainly, but not entirely unlike flying with Thor on a clear day. For all that they are surrounded by a tunnel of cascading color, the thrum of the cosmos, the very song of the stars in their ears, Thor looks not to the end of the tunnel but to Tony. Holding fast as he promised, watching his face for the entirety of the journey, how he is lit up by the spectrum of color, how his hair ruffles in the air carried with them from Midgard. The point where up becomes forward would be disorienting for anyone that isn't familiar with flight in the way he and Tony are, so he worries little as the pinprick of light at the end gives way to the golden sphere of the Bifrost gate.
Thor walks the last few steps, ready to steady Tony if he has need, and raises a hand to Heimdall; who lifts his greatsword from the fixed point in the center of the great golden sphere that houses the Bifrost, dips his head in greeting to Tony, and stands aside. Here the scent of ozone is diminished by the salt spray of the ocean below ever flowing and circling through the air, and the first spiced wind coming from the city proper. "How are you feeling?"
Jane hadn't been well when he'd brought her here before; Tony isn't in the same condition but Thor worries all the same, hands offered and smile ready. "Were you able to record the experience?"
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That and he'd read somewhere or another that it's a romantic gesture, riding horseback with one's significant other. He intends to make it quite plain to Tony and the people of Asgard that this is no mere guest, no mere shieldbrother or favored mortal- but his lover. Someone he holds dear to his heart, someone that is deserving of their respect and appreciation.
He cannot make the entirety of Migard look to Tony and see him as he does- but he can influence Asgard somewhat, and not unfairly. A clever mind and quick hands, a warrior's heart even if the means are unfamiliar? Tony has never balked at a challenge nor shirked his duty as a protector of his people. How could they not love him?
"It will be very bright, and may feel windy, but I have you, and I will not lose you." Thor laces their fingers together, squeezing gently. They don't need to be in contact for this part but- he feels better for having a hand on Tony as he tips his face skyward and smiles, feeling that crackling of ozone a heartbeat before Heimdall sends the Bifrost their way. Much as it appears like light slamming into the ground from the outside-
it feels more like being lifted from the inside. Faster than the lifts at the Tower had been, certainly, but not entirely unlike flying with Thor on a clear day. For all that they are surrounded by a tunnel of cascading color, the thrum of the cosmos, the very song of the stars in their ears, Thor looks not to the end of the tunnel but to Tony. Holding fast as he promised, watching his face for the entirety of the journey, how he is lit up by the spectrum of color, how his hair ruffles in the air carried with them from Midgard. The point where up becomes forward would be disorienting for anyone that isn't familiar with flight in the way he and Tony are, so he worries little as the pinprick of light at the end gives way to the golden sphere of the Bifrost gate.
Thor walks the last few steps, ready to steady Tony if he has need, and raises a hand to Heimdall; who lifts his greatsword from the fixed point in the center of the great golden sphere that houses the Bifrost, dips his head in greeting to Tony, and stands aside. Here the scent of ozone is diminished by the salt spray of the ocean below ever flowing and circling through the air, and the first spiced wind coming from the city proper. "How are you feeling?"
Jane hadn't been well when he'd brought her here before; Tony isn't in the same condition but Thor worries all the same, hands offered and smile ready. "Were you able to record the experience?"