"Better than." Thor murmurs, lifting their laced hands to openly drop a kiss to Tony's knuckles, ignoring the curious looks this attention has gained from the surrounding pedestrians. Often as he has spoken of Tony's warrior spirit and creativity, his humor, his grace- perhaps more than a few are hovering just to catch another glance at the man, another word from his lips.
Though in the distance one child is murmuring 'I thought he'd be taller' before getting scruffed by a flustered older brother.
"...we could certainly arrange for a set if you so desire." Because Thor? Wants. Very much he wants and the one thing keeping him from going on about how much he wants is the doors swinging shut behind them.
Once inside the atmosphere is decidedly more intimate, chaise lounges and bolts of fabric arranged in accordance with their color and texture, their weight and drape, a library of materials lit with gleaming golden chandeliers, hanging crystals scattering motes of light throughout the room where there is, in fact, a box in the center and mirrors angled along one side of the room. The tailors- a blonde, brunette, and redhead all draped in shades of blue and silver sweep to curtsy and greet Tony, complimenting his bone structure, his stature, his facial hair- 'so unique' 'start a new trend''we have to highlight those eyes'-
The blonde, Brun, guides Thor to a chaise to lounge, offering him a goblet of wine and a pat on the shoulder. The redhead scurries to the back to collect the initial garments they designed while the brunette, Revna, holds swatches up to Tony's skin, frowns, and pulls on a nearby dangling rope to change the intensity and tone of the light in the room- something less intimate and more natural, akin to what would be seen out and about in Asgard proper. "There we are- will you be wanting a smith's leathers as well? Prince Thor has mentioned you work the forge."
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Though in the distance one child is murmuring 'I thought he'd be taller' before getting scruffed by a flustered older brother.
"...we could certainly arrange for a set if you so desire." Because Thor? Wants. Very much he wants and the one thing keeping him from going on about how much he wants is the doors swinging shut behind them.
Once inside the atmosphere is decidedly more intimate, chaise lounges and bolts of fabric arranged in accordance with their color and texture, their weight and drape, a library of materials lit with gleaming golden chandeliers, hanging crystals scattering motes of light throughout the room where there is, in fact, a box in the center and mirrors angled along one side of the room. The tailors- a blonde, brunette, and redhead all draped in shades of blue and silver sweep to curtsy and greet Tony, complimenting his bone structure, his stature, his facial hair- 'so unique' 'start a new trend''we have to highlight those eyes'-
The blonde, Brun, guides Thor to a chaise to lounge, offering him a goblet of wine and a pat on the shoulder. The redhead scurries to the back to collect the initial garments they designed while the brunette, Revna, holds swatches up to Tony's skin, frowns, and pulls on a nearby dangling rope to change the intensity and tone of the light in the room- something less intimate and more natural, akin to what would be seen out and about in Asgard proper. "There we are- will you be wanting a smith's leathers as well? Prince Thor has mentioned you work the forge."