Tony could basically feel the organs in his body move every time Thor managed to thump him on the back. Over the years, he had learned to duck and dodge, weave his way out of the contact, but there were times, just like this situation, when his mind was preoccupied and he received what he knew was only a fraction of the other man’s full strength right against his very fragile human shoulders. A smile crossed his face that was probably more of a grimace, and he tried very subtly to roll the knot out of his shoulders, to appear as if it hadn’t hurt like it had. “Bifrost,” he said slowly, reduced to words made up of only two syllables, and since when had Tony been struck this dumb? He always had a million and one things to say, a hundred thousand different thoughts going on in his head, but right now, it was just a fog. It wasn’t even the alcohol. Just Thor. Just … confusion. He hated it. “Do we need to go to like, a Bifrost stop or can he just pick us up off the street? How does he know you want to come back? Is he just watching you all the time, like Happy does with me? That seems creepy, buddy, I have to be honest.”
He opened his mouth to ask how someone could possibly forget that Thor was a prince, especially of a far-off realm, but shut it again. Thor was giving him the opportunity to go to Asgard. To go to space. This was everything that his teenage self had ever wanted, everything he had ever dreamed about, something he had long considered when he built the first suit. His love for space had been diminished somewhat by the anxiety attacks he got any time he thought of vast, dark, empty vacuums, but Jane had described Asgard before, and it was nothing like that. “It’s like a little book that says your name, where you’re from, your date of birth, stuff like that. It makes sure everyone knows where someone is flying.” It was an answer that was completely void of sarcasm, which was something that Tony rarely provided, but Thor deserved it, now.
“Arthur C. Clarke,” Tony said, referencing the author of the quote. It was one of his favourites, too, though he had rarely looked into magic – that was more Jane’s area of expertise, proving that it was merely advanced science. He wanted to see her take a stab at explaining Doctor Strange’s abilities, it was bound to be interesting. “Absolutely I’m coming,” he said. “Should I bring a suit? Leave a note?” The last bit was a joke, but it was a good point. “How long are we going for? I haven’t done an impromptu trip in a while, so excuse me if I get jetlag.”
Thor couldn't decide if Tony was pulling his leg (that's the common phrase Midgardians used, right?) or if he was being honest in that exact moment. The latter would be somehow offensive and Thor didn't want the excitement flooding in his veins at the prospect of visiting Asgard, die down. So, laughing loudly, he shook his head. "Oh, Friend Anthony, your humor is as fine as Asgardian mead!" The amused chuckle that left his lips reverberated through the, now empty, room. "When have I go for a Bifrost stop? Our journey will start as soon as we find open land!" Tony had many questions and Thor hadn't been expecting such an intense desire to know more about his homeworld. "Heimdall sees and hears everything, it's his gift," he commented, shrugging his shoulders in a gesture that indicated he had never put much thought on it. Things were like that and there was no point in wondering why. Heimdall was a noble man, worthy of that gift and much more. "He would not be able to protect Asgard if he did not."
The metal doors of the elevator opened with a high-pitched cling and the blond entered without even bothering to check if his companion was following. The mission, his mission, required immediate departure and Stark was a very capable man, or at least capable enough to follow him. "We do not have passparts in Asgard," he explained, briefly wondering if his friend already figured that out. "They are not necessary." Not even a minute later, yes Stark Technology was fast, the doors of the elevator opened again, this time revealing the main floor of the Tower, the sun blasting through the crystal windows filling the room with light. It was a beautiful image. "The outside should be fine." And with that, in a few long steps, he made his way through the main entrance. When Tony joined him, he was looking at the sky.
"Excuse me?" His eyes narrowed in confusion, and his head tilted to the side to get a better look of Tony. "I'm afraid I do not know that man." Or why he was suddenly brought up. It had nothing to do with their conversation, or so Thor thought. "The suit will not be necessary but if it makes you feel more comfortable you may bring it." At the last question, he could only shrug. "I can not be certain. I often lose track of time while in Asgard. But it shouldn't be more than a few days."
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