"Very much so, in the best possible way." Thor hasn't given the tailors a limit- a note that Tony will be here but for a week, however future visits are not at all out of the question. Still Tove wrangles a promise out of him that they'll be allowed to design a proper winter cloak and tunics for Tony before the season arrives. "Look at his skin, he is a Summer's child, surely you would not let him suffer without adequate warmth?"
"Perhaps his highness wishes to warm his lover in his bed-" Brun murmurs, showing a few of the more scandalous garments to Tony on the tablet tilted for his appraisal rather than letting Thor peek using the mirrored illusions. Sheer tunics and skintight leather trousers, bands and harnesses in shades of red and gold and black.
"The spring's hunting will be done in a few months, you'll bring him by for the first of the solstice celebrations- we'll have new furs available." Ravena nods to herself and sweeps into the back to begin stitching once Thor gives his word of approval- or rather he sits forward enough to set his goblet of wine aside, eyes tracing every lovely inch of Tony in the mirror's illusion of the last of the outfits. Suitable for a Prince of Midgard.
Or Thor's Consort.
"Perfect. You have spoiled both Tony and yourselves in this." Thor almost manages to get to his feet before Brun nudges him back into the chaise and Tove takes Tony by the arm to a changing area, the garments in question from the fastenings to the cloak to the leather tooled boots ready and waiting. There is some magic in the adjustments to the fit- taking it in under his arms, lifting the heel of his boots a touch to better show off his calves. While she's adjusting the drape of cape Ravena arrives with a tablet very much like their own- filled with the designs they agreed upon.
"Send a raven if you have notes or special requests." Tony's clothing he arrived in is folded and packed away to be sent to the palace- while Thor remains seated on the chaise with both Tony's glasses and tablet resting carefully in his hands, awaiting the new outfit and his lover breathlessly.
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"Perhaps his highness wishes to warm his lover in his bed-" Brun murmurs, showing a few of the more scandalous garments to Tony on the tablet tilted for his appraisal rather than letting Thor peek using the mirrored illusions. Sheer tunics and skintight leather trousers, bands and harnesses in shades of red and gold and black.
"The spring's hunting will be done in a few months, you'll bring him by for the first of the solstice celebrations- we'll have new furs available." Ravena nods to herself and sweeps into the back to begin stitching once Thor gives his word of approval- or rather he sits forward enough to set his goblet of wine aside, eyes tracing every lovely inch of Tony in the mirror's illusion of the last of the outfits. Suitable for a Prince of Midgard.
Or Thor's Consort.
"Perfect. You have spoiled both Tony and yourselves in this." Thor almost manages to get to his feet before Brun nudges him back into the chaise and Tove takes Tony by the arm to a changing area, the garments in question from the fastenings to the cloak to the leather tooled boots ready and waiting. There is some magic in the adjustments to the fit- taking it in under his arms, lifting the heel of his boots a touch to better show off his calves. While she's adjusting the drape of cape Ravena arrives with a tablet very much like their own- filled with the designs they agreed upon.
"Send a raven if you have notes or special requests." Tony's clothing he arrived in is folded and packed away to be sent to the palace- while Thor remains seated on the chaise with both Tony's glasses and tablet resting carefully in his hands, awaiting the new outfit and his lover breathlessly.