#c: shellhead

[asgardianhammer]

Tony flopped over with a dramatic sigh. "Love me."

[ ϟ ] —– A prickling warmth still traveled from throat to stomach, a generous trickle of drink leaving a pathway of glowing heat in its wake.

Familiar it had become, the faux melodramatic acts performed by the inventor; the near exasperated way in which the words were uttered prodding a budding flicker of amusement into a well-lit, bursting flame of mirth that is released as loud, rumbling chortle.

‘ This very instant, right here?’ 

With the reach of a hand it briefly appears the god was intent on obliging immediately, yet instead of an equally dramatic response calloused thumb simply brushes over the mortal’s cheek. Somewhere in the corner of the large communal living room their comrades were engaged in a conversation that every now and then - like a comforting wash of sunlight - is interrupted by their laughter.

‘ I have no objection to any public displays of affection, as you are well aware. However, I would rather not give them a collective heart attack just yet. Unless you insist?’

[asgardianhammer]

A nudge, just a gentle little thing, Tony leaning briefly into Thor. "Why're you grumpy today?"

[ ϟ ] —– Contact managed to soothe a fraction of deep set frown, the difference visible yet the affectionate act far from able to soften the entirety of the god’s expression.

‘ I have seen first hand what enhancements and such can cause. Do not think you are the first, nor are you the last who will attempt to better himself with them. I do not trust it, this... thing you have accepted into your being.’ 

[asgardianhammer]

"How do you feel about pizza?"

[ ϟ ]—–‘ Wonderful invention, can be quite exquisite in some cases, is exquisite in most cases in this city in particular.’

Grin emerges after the statement was given with all the majestic intonation he could give it, and he regards the inventor whilst a soft chortle is released.

‘ Or did you wish to know how I feel about a pizza at this moment?’

[asgardianhammer]

[ ϟ ]

[ @holyshellheadbatman  tickled the  ♥ ]

[ ϟ ]—– ‘ I have every intention of downing this, as you are at times inclined to say.’ 

Rough are the motions, the gulping from the flask eager, harsh. Every inch of him exudes impatience, speaks of a temper barely contained, the groan with which he allows heavy form to fall onto the couch a harsh, sharp sound.

‘ I plan on getting very, unspeakably drunk. Feel free to join, or leave me be.’

[asgardianhammer]

"Wanna help me practice my massage skills?"

[ ϟ ] —– Flesh had become the unyielding, solid and tension filled kind, and the weight upon his shoulders, though invisible, is sensed along every inch of broad frame.

The steps halt then, his stride coming to a pause before he turns towards the mortal. Perhaps something within his mighty physique had prompted this request, perhaps his prideful stance and equally prideful squaring of shoulder had not managed to obscure the ache now humming beneath the surface of his skin. The bruises dolloped over the god’s form would fade, eventually, and it was only a matter of time before the pain would subside as well.

‘ I... suppose.’ 

There is a hint of uncertainty within the deep bass, the words accompanied by a one-shouldered shrug, and he returns towards the inventor then with languid movements. 

‘ Depends on what you require of me...’ 

[asgardianhammer]

"Sooooooo..."

[ ϟ ]—–‘ Well?’

[asgardianhammer]

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[ @holyshellheadbatman  pressed the  ❤ ]

----- Mirth had flared for a brief moment, flashing with a short-lived gleam in light ceruleans and fading along the downfall of his smirk.

‘ Was I not to speak of it then? She inquired, and I answered. Truthfully of course.’ 

He saw no reason to lie about it all, something of a challenge appearing in the god’s expression.

[asgardianhammer]

"I don't actually know if you celebrate Christmas but 'tis the season or whatever, so here, I got you something," Tony stated as he held out the gold-wrapped box. The paper was indeed made of actual gold, though thankfully the box was on the smaller side.

----- Container was slightly dwarfed by the size of his hands, his touch traveling over the smooth surface a tentative one. There was no mistaking the familiar feel of it, however the god dismissed the idea that it had been actual precious metal pressed thinly onto the paper. Tony did have extravagant habits, something the thunderer knew quite well, but he hadn’t considered any of those would be directed at himself in such a fashion.

‘ How generous of you Stark, and well, it is the season of giving, on Midgard and elsewhere.’ The now revealed small box was resting on his palm and fixing his gaze on the other for a moment Thor couldn’t help but smile broadly before lifting the lid.