"Glad to have you." Thor answers easily, his home is what it has always been- but having Tony at all? Lightens his heart in ways he's never before experienced. Having Tony in Asgard? Makes him feel centuries younger, more the foolish, brash warrior than the slightly less foolish, slightly more wise prince he has become. Especially watching Ysra take to Tony so quickly- he'd worried only a reasonable amount as to how Heimdall and Ysra would like his significant other but clearly? He need not have done so. Heimdall all but sang his approval in the incline of his head and Ysra-

Finds Tony as acceptable as she finds anyone that isn't Thor. Which is- well enough provided he continues to offer pets and treats, and does not dig his heels in. A marvelously well tempered horse with the odd bout of ill humor- she'll be glad for the ride.

"Let me give you a leg up-" He laces his fingers together, offering Tony a boost up onto the saddle without missing a beat, and Ysra does not so much as wicker at the foreign weight. Not that Tony weighs much compared to her usual fare. Thor swings up and on afterward, breathing in the salt of the sea and equally grounding and familiar waft of Tony's cologne, nuzzling his temple as he reaches around to gather the reigns. "Lean back, hold fast with your thighs, and think of riding me."

Which is as good an instruction to murmur, low and warm against the shell of Tony's ear as he nudges Ysra into a trot, then canter, the wondrous sight of Asgard's golden halls and statues growing closer and closer with every crystalline ringing of his horse's hooves. "Later I will take you down to where our defenses lie- also activated by Heimdall's sword. I think you may have thoughts on the shield."

And ideas for improvements, possibly. For now he lets all else fade from his mind but the warmth of Tony in his arms and the joy to be home, and to be sharing that home with someone he-

Someone he cares for deeply and dearly, more than he ever thought possible.