"And who better?" While they fall into step with each other, leaving Heimdall behind with a small wave, Tony's muchness falls away. Leaves the two of them the way they're meant to be, the way Tony's used to being with him. Which is the same man without all those extra layers. The one he cocoons himself in, sometimes to the point that he doesn't even realize it. All these masks he shifts in and out of, but laid bare with Thor has become easier and easier the longer they dance around that big four letter word.
He's more than a little excited- giddy, if he's allowed the use of the word. Thor's spoken of Asgard so fondly and so often that Tony really can't wait to see it all. But more importantly is seeing it in the way Thor wants him to. Through Thor's guidance and his memories. He's certain that there's no better candidate. And for a moment he only wishes he had any fond memories of his own home to show off to Thor in turn.
That thought get shelved when he lays eyes on that large horse. Tony isn't really a nature guy, but he can appreciate the picture of the two of them. Clearly fond companions. "Oh, you have to tell her to behave right away. Kindred- spirits-" Words a little bumpy as the horse bumps him in kind. He raises a hesitant hand to her forehead but then looks over at Thor when he offers what Ysra really wants.
So Tony takes it, and then holds his palm flat out for her. Attention successfully diverted, he gives her a much calmer pat along her mane and then casts his glance outward to the view before them. It's really like nothing he's ever seen, which is exactly what it should be. The bright, striking and pulsing colors of the bridge- and already he wonders what it's constructed of- what seems to be waters beneath them- and then that gleaming, beckoning city in the distance. Tall buildings, some he can't quite explain at first glance, beset by lush green. That view he keeps his sights on, though his eyes raise very briefly to the glittering sky that seems to wrap and stretch around them.
Turning his attention back he catches Thor smiling at him in a way that, if he were allowed to use the expression, definitely gets a fluttering of his heart. It feels juvenile to even think. But. Well. Maybe that's not really a bad thing. And fine, too, so long as he gets to keep it to himself. Sometimes he thinks Thor has the patent on fond, loving expressions. Sometimes, when he finds Thor looking at him, the way he is now, he thinks no one's ever looked at him like that. And he'd really like for no one else other than Thor to do so.
"Glad to be home?" He asks, knowing that that at least must have something to do with it. He'd hate to take all the credit for a gaze like that when Asgard sits behind them. Looking at it like this, Tony can't really fault Thor, for travelling back to it so often. "I don't mind sitting with you, by the way, if Ysra will tolerate it." Attention diverting back to said horse halfway through as if he's asking her permission, too.
only leave a voicememo like "idk where you are but go to earth they need you I'm sorry. I love you"
He's more than a little excited- giddy, if he's allowed the use of the word. Thor's spoken of Asgard so fondly and so often that Tony really can't wait to see it all. But more importantly is seeing it in the way Thor wants him to. Through Thor's guidance and his memories. He's certain that there's no better candidate. And for a moment he only wishes he had any fond memories of his own home to show off to Thor in turn.
That thought get shelved when he lays eyes on that large horse. Tony isn't really a nature guy, but he can appreciate the picture of the two of them. Clearly fond companions. "Oh, you have to tell her to behave right away. Kindred- spirits-" Words a little bumpy as the horse bumps him in kind. He raises a hesitant hand to her forehead but then looks over at Thor when he offers what Ysra really wants.
So Tony takes it, and then holds his palm flat out for her. Attention successfully diverted, he gives her a much calmer pat along her mane and then casts his glance outward to the view before them. It's really like nothing he's ever seen, which is exactly what it should be. The bright, striking and pulsing colors of the bridge- and already he wonders what it's constructed of- what seems to be waters beneath them- and then that gleaming, beckoning city in the distance. Tall buildings, some he can't quite explain at first glance, beset by lush green. That view he keeps his sights on, though his eyes raise very briefly to the glittering sky that seems to wrap and stretch around them.
Turning his attention back he catches Thor smiling at him in a way that, if he were allowed to use the expression, definitely gets a fluttering of his heart. It feels juvenile to even think. But. Well. Maybe that's not really a bad thing. And fine, too, so long as he gets to keep it to himself. Sometimes he thinks Thor has the patent on fond, loving expressions. Sometimes, when he finds Thor looking at him, the way he is now, he thinks no one's ever looked at him like that. And he'd really like for no one else other than Thor to do so.
"Glad to be home?" He asks, knowing that that at least must have something to do with it. He'd hate to take all the credit for a gaze like that when Asgard sits behind them. Looking at it like this, Tony can't really fault Thor, for travelling back to it so often. "I don't mind sitting with you, by the way, if Ysra will tolerate it." Attention diverting back to said horse halfway through as if he's asking her permission, too.