Gold Revels and Revelations

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As much as Thor would like to simply sweep Tony away to Asgard for the entirety of his celebratory revelry- there are public appearances to maintain, obligations to the Avengers and to Stark Industries, and smaller celebrations with his family of Rhodey, Pepper, and Happy on Midgard. It would have been impossible to find a time when he could abscond with his lover for any amount of time without reaching to the Lady Potts and attempting, to the best of his ability, subterfuge. Secrecy is not something Thor is well skilled in, but after the parties public and private, a light skirmish and a round of meetings and developments in his lab, Pepper helped coordinate a 'conference' that Tony needed to attend.

The normal round of 'you'll be emailed the details' and 'the car will get you where you need to go' is intended to follow, not that Thor is at all present for these moments. He is, instead, standing out in a wide field, eyes on the clear sky, waiting after having kept himself away for the duration of the usual obligations of the month. He'd kept in contact- busy making arrangements for Tony's visit in Asgard, in warning the court, his family, his friends to be mindful and be kind- but the work to make ready for the week long feast and festivities in Asgard kept him from spending this special day with Tony. The only gift he'd managed to send was another card, and five more billets of Mythril for his use.

So watching the car arrive is something of a delight. Thor is unable to hide his smile as the driver rolls to a stop, holding the door open for Tony, Jet nowhere in sight.

There is no plane, jet, or ship that will take them where they need to travel, after all.

"Tony!" Thor's arms are open, eyes alight, dressed in the usual adorned leather customary to time spent in Asgard. At least the weather will be pleasant, he cannot imagine forcing Tony to endure one of their winters without forewarning. "I've a promise I made to you that I intend to keep."

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[hottestofmesses]

It's not very often that he's surrounded by people who are perhaps as brazen and scandalous as he is. Not recently these days, anyway. Usually he's the one in the room people have to tell to tone it down. It's nice, in a way. And for some reason even he can't help the duck of his head, the little helpless grin, maybe even just a very faint lick of heat across his face- though perhaps that's a little more due to the thought of the idea than any sense of shame which he's long since lost. Thor is the prince of these people after all and here they are talking about their potential bedroom escapades. It's amusing.

"Careful you don't spoil me too much, I might become a brat." Which he almost certainly is already. This is a little akin to the treatment he gets on earth if not knocked up several notches. And while he doesn't find it overwhelmingly necessary to be doted upon, fine on his own, this is an extension of Thor. So he accepts it all very happily and disappears with Tove and Ravena to get suited up, as it were. He's still not very sure he'll look the part of someone that fits into Asgard's greater landscape, maybe very obviously every bit the visitor that he is but...

Once everything is pulled together and he turns left and then right a couple times over to look at his reflection in the mirror, with these new garments literally made for him, the slight swish of the cape- while he wouldn't have thought of himself as a cape person before, and Thor definitely pulls it off, it's a look he doesn't mind. Maybe even likes. A little. "Will do," he says to her. "You never know. We might keep you busy." And maybe in that shameless fashion they'll request some more of those sensual garments.

After one final look, deciding this is as good as it's going to get, he steps out from the changing room, shoulders squared back like he feels like he has to carry the look. At the very least the few steps it takes to get back to Thor, who he smiles at as he puts a hand on his hip. "I'll take your complimentary commentary now. Especially with our tailor friends within earshot."

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In their time together Thor has had the privilege of seeing Tony's many fashionable facets. The well tailored suits, the casual blazers and band tees, the devastating tuxedos, and his favorite: dressed down in denim and worn cotton, smears of grease on his hands, the light of creation in his eyes. Witnessing him step out draped in finery designed and crafted for him in the styling of his home, carrying it as well as any armor and radiant for it? Thor may need a moment.

Thor may need several moments, eyes bright with mirth darkening with a particular brand of heat Tony's grown familiar with over their courtship. Lips part for words that don't quite come until he swallows and clears his throat, smile blooming sweet as honey when he still cannot find anything to say. But he is a man of action first and foremost; sliding his hand to the small of Tony's back and cupping his jaw to bring him into a kiss is certainly proof enough of his appreciation.

There is a multilayered chorus of 'aww' from the tailor trio, which only prompts Thor to laugh into the kiss, nudging his forehead against Tony's when he parts for breath. "You know you look wonderful. Regal. I've told them you are a prince of your industry an they've truly taken it to heart. It'll make waiting to unwrap you later almost unbearable."

Almost- but not quite. He's learning the value of delayed gratification. Pouting about it now and then, certainly, but learning. With one last kiss he tucks the tablet Ravena gifted Tony alongside the tools from Midgard, and offers Tony his arm for the rest of the initial tour. "From here- there is the library, the tavern, or the armory. Which would you like to see first?"

Because he'll see all of it, Thor will take Tony to every spot he can think of save that one garden. Having Tony present will only intensify the temptation Thor works hard to ignore.

[hottestofmesses]

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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"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."