The last time he brought someone dear to him to Asgard, he'd been too concerned over her wellbeing to enjoy watching their face painted in the light of the cosmos. In this moment? Tony is incandescent, eyes brightly curious and gleaming with all the shades of the stars of the nine. As difficult as it had been to convince the Lady Potts that this was a trip worth making?
It was well worth the effort for the ebullient joy crackling through Tony upon their landing and reviewing all the readings he's managed. For what feels like an eternity but but a few moments Thor blissfully absorbs the lilt and cant of Tony's voice as his genius and observations wash over him, filling the otherwise silent hall. There is the bone deep thrumming of the Bifrost underfoot, the dull distant roar of the ocean falls ever filtering into the sea of stars before returning to Asgard, but this? Is an unfamiliar music to Heimdall. However familiar he might be from observation with Tony seeing it in person is entirely different.
And not all that difficult for him to parse, brows lifting at how much this mortal was able to glean in a single trip.
"If anyone is able to replicate the Bifrost? It would be you, Lord Stark." Wry and dry and with good humor, the watchman of Asgard inclines his head to Tony, golden eyes filled with a flicker of curiosity before they dart to Thor. "Perhaps for your first fight, Your highness, you might have him sit on the throne."
"That was going to be an anniversary gift." Thor ducks his head with a sheepish laugh- Heimdall has known him and helped raise and train him- if anything he is a dear friend, an uncle of sorts, which is why he is granted, well- leave to walk Tony up the stairs to the central dais, to better examine the mechanism that holds the sword Heimdall uses to direct all the force and weight of light with the same precision as Hawkeye with his arrows. "I'll have to think of something else, now."
now i'm wondering what their first fight would even be about o-o
It was well worth the effort for the ebullient joy crackling through Tony upon their landing and reviewing all the readings he's managed. For what feels like an eternity but but a few moments Thor blissfully absorbs the lilt and cant of Tony's voice as his genius and observations wash over him, filling the otherwise silent hall. There is the bone deep thrumming of the Bifrost underfoot, the dull distant roar of the ocean falls ever filtering into the sea of stars before returning to Asgard, but this? Is an unfamiliar music to Heimdall. However familiar he might be from observation with Tony seeing it in person is entirely different.
And not all that difficult for him to parse, brows lifting at how much this mortal was able to glean in a single trip.
"If anyone is able to replicate the Bifrost? It would be you, Lord Stark." Wry and dry and with good humor, the watchman of Asgard inclines his head to Tony, golden eyes filled with a flicker of curiosity before they dart to Thor. "Perhaps for your first fight, Your highness, you might have him sit on the throne."
"That was going to be an anniversary gift." Thor ducks his head with a sheepish laugh- Heimdall has known him and helped raise and train him- if anything he is a dear friend, an uncle of sorts, which is why he is granted, well- leave to walk Tony up the stairs to the central dais, to better examine the mechanism that holds the sword Heimdall uses to direct all the force and weight of light with the same precision as Hawkeye with his arrows. "I'll have to think of something else, now."