Tony has been to thousands of fittings, heard basically every compliment in the book about his looks or how he looks in any given outfit. He's been on the cover of hundreds of magazines, and perhaps more tabloid front pages than that. He's heard it all. He's seen it all. At least that's what he usually thinks. But there's this thing about Thor. Who always seems to prove him wrong time and time again. It's just the way Thor is, he thinks. The way Thor loves him, and the way he loves him in kind.
Being lost for words should spurn some sort of amused and maybe even overly confident shine in him, but instead he just feels this swell in his chest. The way Thor looks at him sweetly and yet hungrily at the same time burns all the way through him. Locks him in place as Thor gets up, and leaves him nearly breathless, desperate, and wanting all at once when their lips meet. Something he leans into eagerly, a hand at Thor's chest, his thoughts scattering away.
It's lucky their company reminds them they're not alone because otherwise Tony might have sought out a few more deeply hungry moments being lost in Thor. In very inappropriate ways. Even so, he swallows the mirth from Thor's lips against his own and finds himself smiling. "Is that what I am?" Choosing to focus in on the less sultry part of Thor's musings so that he doesn't lose himself to all of it and perhaps demand that their next stop be Thor's bedroom. "I wonder who I have to beat out to be king," tone light and teasing only.
There's no hesitation as he curls his arm around Thor's, thanking his new friends and tailors alike, sure that he hasn't seen the last of them, as they step out of the shop. The choices he's being presented with are enticing and he takes a moment to think about them. "Maybe we'll do the tavern last. If there's anything I'm even allowed to drink there." Regardless if there is, even if it's in a small dose, he's prepared for it to knock him on his ass. The Asgardians really don't mess around with their liquor, he's come to know very intimately. And no matter how much of a champ he is on earth, his tolerance for alcohol probably a lot higher than your run of the mill human, he's still got nothing on Asgardian mead.
"Let's go to the armory first. Which I'll be less tempted to steal from. Mostly because I think it'd be harder to hide weapons than books." But he's being incredibly honest about his intentions here. They've spoken about this before, and it's something that has him wildly excited. Tony's brain tends to gobble up knowledge at an alarming rate, not to mention how quickly he processes and understands it. While everything and anything he'd ever wish to learn on earth is accessible at his fingertips any time he'd like, Asgard and all its treasures have been, for most of his life, complete unknowns, and then for the rest of it, out of reach. But. That changes today.
The man he has to thank for that, arm in arm with him while they walk and for just a moment he stalls them, tugging Thor just a bit while he leans to press a sweet kiss at the corner of his mouth. There he also murmurs a very genuine, "Thanks. For all of this." Thor might sincerely have everyone beat out for best birthday present ever.
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Being lost for words should spurn some sort of amused and maybe even overly confident shine in him, but instead he just feels this swell in his chest. The way Thor looks at him sweetly and yet hungrily at the same time burns all the way through him. Locks him in place as Thor gets up, and leaves him nearly breathless, desperate, and wanting all at once when their lips meet. Something he leans into eagerly, a hand at Thor's chest, his thoughts scattering away.
It's lucky their company reminds them they're not alone because otherwise Tony might have sought out a few more deeply hungry moments being lost in Thor. In very inappropriate ways. Even so, he swallows the mirth from Thor's lips against his own and finds himself smiling. "Is that what I am?" Choosing to focus in on the less sultry part of Thor's musings so that he doesn't lose himself to all of it and perhaps demand that their next stop be Thor's bedroom. "I wonder who I have to beat out to be king," tone light and teasing only.
There's no hesitation as he curls his arm around Thor's, thanking his new friends and tailors alike, sure that he hasn't seen the last of them, as they step out of the shop. The choices he's being presented with are enticing and he takes a moment to think about them. "Maybe we'll do the tavern last. If there's anything I'm even allowed to drink there." Regardless if there is, even if it's in a small dose, he's prepared for it to knock him on his ass. The Asgardians really don't mess around with their liquor, he's come to know very intimately. And no matter how much of a champ he is on earth, his tolerance for alcohol probably a lot higher than your run of the mill human, he's still got nothing on Asgardian mead.
"Let's go to the armory first. Which I'll be less tempted to steal from. Mostly because I think it'd be harder to hide weapons than books." But he's being incredibly honest about his intentions here. They've spoken about this before, and it's something that has him wildly excited. Tony's brain tends to gobble up knowledge at an alarming rate, not to mention how quickly he processes and understands it. While everything and anything he'd ever wish to learn on earth is accessible at his fingertips any time he'd like, Asgard and all its treasures have been, for most of his life, complete unknowns, and then for the rest of it, out of reach. But. That changes today.
The man he has to thank for that, arm in arm with him while they walk and for just a moment he stalls them, tugging Thor just a bit while he leans to press a sweet kiss at the corner of his mouth. There he also murmurs a very genuine, "Thanks. For all of this." Thor might sincerely have everyone beat out for best birthday present ever.