( Thor glances over and smiles. He has the eyepatch back on now. Tony looks well-rested and frankly very attractive, hair tousled like that in Thor's own bed. He brings the tray over to the bed and sets it at Tony's feet so he can easily get to it. To be fair, he might have brought too much. He didn't know exactly what his friend would like best so he got a little bit of everything that seemed edible. )
I can juggle tanks, Stark. A tray is nothing.
( His tone is teasing since they've fought together enough times Tony knows that Thor is outrageously strong. Even for an Asgardian, he's more powerful than anyone else; Odin said stronger than him. But he reaches over and runs his fingers through Tony's hair, feeling confident that his touch would be welcome now that they've crossed a line. )
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I can juggle tanks, Stark. A tray is nothing.
( His tone is teasing since they've fought together enough times Tony knows that Thor is outrageously strong. Even for an Asgardian, he's more powerful than anyone else; Odin said stronger than him. But he reaches over and runs his fingers through Tony's hair, feeling confident that his touch would be welcome now that they've crossed a line. )
You look much better this morning, my friend.