"Pepper." Thor answers without missing a beat, his eyes glimmering with affection and warmth. Arm in arm he leads Tony out to the familiar paths in the area around the palace- they'll retire there for the evening but today is for showing Tony everything his heart desires. Thor's suggestions are born more of what he thinks Tony would find most interesting to start rather than any true schedule. They've days to delight in one another and everything Asgard holds, and after the trip? He'll be lingering in Tony's company on Midgard to make up for not being present during his actual birthday celebration.
On this, Pepper was understanding, but emphatic.
The armory is a longer walk from the tailors, but the path takes them along many a shop front and clusters of Aesir draped in modest finery, children laughing and playing games with a hovering golden ball, mothers chatting and spinning thread so fine as to appear invisible, young men carrying crates of goods from one store to another. What notice they gather comes in waved hands and brilliant similes, bowed heads and 'greetings Your Majesty' or 'Hail, Lord Stark'-
For Thor has put in the groundwork for how Tony is to be addressed. More than once a child stills, dumbstruck and tugging on their mother or brother's sleeve, pointing emphatically. 'It is the man of iron!'
Thor may have also told many a tale of Tony's wisdom and bravery- it is only fair that he be given his due reverence for all his work. Does he care little for the slights and sneering of the Midgardian Media? Maybe. Is he at all ashamed of that? No.
Not when he can pause and turn, leaning into the kiss with his heart in his throat and his eyes, fingers tangled in Tony's. "You are welcome, Tony. I wanted to give you something no one else could." Experiences, a trip to another realm, peace of mind. Knowledge to spur on his own glittering creations. An understanding that here he is seen as the hero Thor knows him to be, without scrutiny or reservation.
"I was absent due to the time it took to arrange everything here, to ensure we would all celebrate you appropriately. Two nights hence, there will be a feast in your honor." He lifts Tony's hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to his palm, smile soft, tender. "So you have our time here- and me with you in Midgard for as long as your heart desires."
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On this, Pepper was understanding, but emphatic.
The armory is a longer walk from the tailors, but the path takes them along many a shop front and clusters of Aesir draped in modest finery, children laughing and playing games with a hovering golden ball, mothers chatting and spinning thread so fine as to appear invisible, young men carrying crates of goods from one store to another. What notice they gather comes in waved hands and brilliant similes, bowed heads and 'greetings Your Majesty' or 'Hail, Lord Stark'-
For Thor has put in the groundwork for how Tony is to be addressed. More than once a child stills, dumbstruck and tugging on their mother or brother's sleeve, pointing emphatically. 'It is the man of iron!'
Thor may have also told many a tale of Tony's wisdom and bravery- it is only fair that he be given his due reverence for all his work. Does he care little for the slights and sneering of the Midgardian Media? Maybe. Is he at all ashamed of that? No.
Not when he can pause and turn, leaning into the kiss with his heart in his throat and his eyes, fingers tangled in Tony's. "You are welcome, Tony. I wanted to give you something no one else could." Experiences, a trip to another realm, peace of mind. Knowledge to spur on his own glittering creations. An understanding that here he is seen as the hero Thor knows him to be, without scrutiny or reservation.
"I was absent due to the time it took to arrange everything here, to ensure we would all celebrate you appropriately. Two nights hence, there will be a feast in your honor." He lifts Tony's hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to his palm, smile soft, tender. "So you have our time here- and me with you in Midgard for as long as your heart desires."