"The throne enables any who sits on it to view whatever their heart desires in the whole of the nine realms." It is an artifact as old as Asgard itself, entwined with gold and magic beyond Thor's understanding. Heimdall's ability to do just that without the throne has never been explained to him either, but it is hereditary, passed down his line as power has passed down from Odin's. He'll wonder over it later, merely standing aside for Tony to scan, record, and catalogue as much as possible before they move further into the city. "Heimdall watches for you when I am away, sometimes. If I bother him enough."
And he does, frequently, earning what is the equivalent of an fond eyeroll from Heimdall, the barest flicker of his gaze before Thor rests a hand on Tony's back to guide him out to their horses.
"I expect to have you as a frequent visitor, Lord Stark. His Highness is fond of you." Simple statements of fact delivered with all the certainty and gravitas as only an ageless being can possibly manage, the faintest quirk of his lips offered in a smile. With as much effort as Thor has put into arranging for this trip and tour? He's certain that, one day, Tony will end up on that throne for more reasons than merely a gift. His prince's heart is large and horribly transparent that way.
Thor makes no commentary to Tony's- muchness. It is simply how he is, an attempt to control how he appears to those around him that are new and not yet entirely trustworthy. Once he understood the manner in which Tony began his extensive, convoluted test of character and mettle? It was easier to see, especially now that he's been allowed so close to Tony's inner circle. Never quite as far as Rhodes and the Lady Potts- but it is good that Tony has family.
In his opinion, Tony needs more people. Perhaps he can offer that. "Today is for you and me alone, perhaps tomorrow as well. I intend to introduce you to my friends, the Lady Sif and Warriors Three- if anything telling them to let us be for this first day has been a trial- but I wanted to show you my home first."
Thor leads Tony to a warhorse that certainly looks built for a god, massively tall and broad, paler than fallen snow with dark, intelligent eyes. She butts her head against Thor's shoulder, demanding attention, which he offers gladly- petting her nose and scratching gently behind her ears. "This is Ysra, and long did she carry me in battle before I was granted Mjolnir. Ysra, this is Tony. Behave."
The mare huffs, turning to nudge Tony's chest curiously, ears flicking forward, lipping at his coat. "...she's looking for treats, here-"
Pressing cubed sugar into Tony's hand, Thor beams quietly at the image of Tony standing on the long stretch of the rainbow road, his home beyond, and revels in the sense of rightness it is to have him here.
TONY NO T^T
And he does, frequently, earning what is the equivalent of an fond eyeroll from Heimdall, the barest flicker of his gaze before Thor rests a hand on Tony's back to guide him out to their horses.
"I expect to have you as a frequent visitor, Lord Stark. His Highness is fond of you." Simple statements of fact delivered with all the certainty and gravitas as only an ageless being can possibly manage, the faintest quirk of his lips offered in a smile. With as much effort as Thor has put into arranging for this trip and tour? He's certain that, one day, Tony will end up on that throne for more reasons than merely a gift. His prince's heart is large and horribly transparent that way.
Thor makes no commentary to Tony's- muchness. It is simply how he is, an attempt to control how he appears to those around him that are new and not yet entirely trustworthy. Once he understood the manner in which Tony began his extensive, convoluted test of character and mettle? It was easier to see, especially now that he's been allowed so close to Tony's inner circle. Never quite as far as Rhodes and the Lady Potts- but it is good that Tony has family.
In his opinion, Tony needs more people. Perhaps he can offer that. "Today is for you and me alone, perhaps tomorrow as well. I intend to introduce you to my friends, the Lady Sif and Warriors Three- if anything telling them to let us be for this first day has been a trial- but I wanted to show you my home first."
Thor leads Tony to a warhorse that certainly looks built for a god, massively tall and broad, paler than fallen snow with dark, intelligent eyes. She butts her head against Thor's shoulder, demanding attention, which he offers gladly- petting her nose and scratching gently behind her ears. "This is Ysra, and long did she carry me in battle before I was granted Mjolnir. Ysra, this is Tony. Behave."
The mare huffs, turning to nudge Tony's chest curiously, ears flicking forward, lipping at his coat. "...she's looking for treats, here-"
Pressing cubed sugar into Tony's hand, Thor beams quietly at the image of Tony standing on the long stretch of the rainbow road, his home beyond, and revels in the sense of rightness it is to have him here.