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stopmjolnirtime) wrote2023-03-04 04:55 pm
stopmjolnirtime) wrote2023-03-04 04:55 pm
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Gold Revels and Revelations
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."
no subject
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."