( Thor has no doubt that his friend will reciprocate, so he merely wraps him up in his comforting embrace and lets him sleep. He wakes up before Tony and is pleased to see his friend seems far better rested. While he is a big man, he can be graceful, and he manages to scoot out of bed while Tony sleeps. It gives him time to pull off what he's inspired to do gazing at Tony's sleeping face, gather breakfast and coffee and put it on a tray. He's had breakfast in bed before and thinks perhaps it would be the nice thing to do.
At his heart Thor is a protector, which means he's truly a caretaker. Fighting for people is simply the thing he finds easiest to do, but he sometimes ended up the Mom friend of his Asgardian group. Carrying people to their beds and sending food and water to them in the morning. Loki is not in the apartment which is a good thing, but unfortunately Thor is a little less quiet on his way back into the bedroom than his way out. He bumps into the door with his tray and swears, concerned he'd spill, but he manages to set it down on the dresser before that happens. )
( Normally, as these things went, Tony would be up and out before the crack of dawn, silent as a ghost. Instead, it's Thor's swear that first wakes him from a blissfully dreamless sleep, and the scent of coffee that rouses him further, propping himself up to watch his friend navigate with that tray.
He feels... fine. Good, even, the first decent rest he's had since they left the Sarano home planet, and he had to start sleeping on the ship once more. Resting his arm on his bent knee, and his chin in his open palm, still sleep-mussed and sex-haired, he pipes up from bed: )
( 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. )
( He says it with such equally teasing nonchalance, reaching down to pluck a strawberry from one of the assorted dishes and pop it into his mouth. Thor's endless affection is welcome, another unexpectedly gentle side of him, the very brush of his hand making Tony's toes curl– and his dick twitch, let's be real –beneath the blankets.
If he had any fear of things getting weird in the aftermath, they've been allayed. Tony gives the mattress beside him a little pat, a 'join me', settling in cross legged with his coffee. )
A solid orgasm and more than a few hours of sleep do wonders for my constitution. ( Pause pause pause, reaching over to rest a hand on Thor's thigh, ) I needed that. More than I thought. Thank you.
( Thor watches Tony enjoy the strawberry, which puts in mind of being able to taste it if he kissed him, but for now he's content to fuel his friend and get him feeling better. It's not as if they have to be in a hurry on this ship, trapped as they are. He takes the offer and sits on the bed next to him, kicking off his shoes since he doesn't plan on leaving the room any time soon. He only pulled on a casual pair of pants and a t-shirt since it was a short trip. )
The sleep or the orgasm?
(Thor smiles and runs his hand up and down Tony's back, soothing even now. He does look comforted, which makes Thor pleased and feeling good about his methods.)
We're Avengers, brothers in arms. I know I left Earth very suddenly, but it doesn't change that I still have your back.
(Thor left soon after Ultron and he spent the next two years defending the other realms and trying to chase down answers about the Infinity Stones. Two years for him might as well be two days, considering his lifespan, but he knows it's more significant to his humans. He doesn't know yet the timeline difference for them, because it's not something he thinks to ask.)
( There's no need to say anything aloud, because his coy smirk clearly says Both. He gives his thigh a light squeeze, and reaches for another piece of fruit to nibble on, surveying the rest of the tray. )
You know you're not alone in that, too. Just because you're a super-sexy god with cosmic power and a hammer- ( the humor in his tone belies the seriousness of his words, and Tony spends a second swirling the tines of his fork in a little runoff of syrup before he continues, ) -that doesn't mean I can't be here for you, too.
( Letting the weight of that declaration sit, he offers up the last strawberry. )
Now help me finish all this, or you'll have to roll me outta here.
( Thor ruffles his already ruffled hair and takes the strawberry from him. He didn't eat since that would seem rude as he'd rather them have breakfast together. Thor has a massive ego and it does not need stroking, but he'll gleefully see it stroked anyway. Although Tony has seen a rare glimpse of one insecurity surrounding his eye, something no one else has except for Loki when he's trying to poke Thor's said massive ego. )
I don't have the hammer anymore. My sister destroyed it.
(The same sister who took out his eye, so she's a real delight obviously. Thor of course is far more damaged at the loss of his beloved hammer than at his eye. Also his hair. But he still looks good with short hair, Banner assured him, so he's accepted it. )
But I learned something interesting about it afterward, which changed, for better or for worse, the way I saw it.
(This is more sharing than he usually does, but they're eating breakfast together after being intimate. Thor is an open man, once people get through to him. He takes a fork and eats part of a pancake.)
My father gave me the hammer to focus my power into. It kept me from fully coming into my power, it was limiting me, in the end.
( Tony brushes his hand away in mock protest, and takes up a spoon to attack what he assumes is some kind of oatmeal-- or certainly a cooked grain like it, adding a few blueberries as he listens. My sister destroyed it needs some turning over in his head, not sure of what he expected. That it had been indestructible?
Continuing to listen, he takes a thoughtful bite, turning the spoon in his mouth to absently lick the well of it clean. )
Makes sense to me. It was just a tool in the end-- all that power came from you.
(Thor did think it was indestructible. The concept of it being gone never occurred to him. It would always be his, connected to his power and identity. And yet. It was gone and he lived. He made certain there were blueberries, remembering Stark liked them from their time living in the tower. He appreciated having a home on Earth. He watches Tony lick the spoon but doesn't linger for now, shrugging.)
Thus my out of control creation of that storm on Sarano. I learned a long time ago to control storms, but that was before. It is like starting anew.
(Thor is beyond what he was before. He has no idea the limits of his power now. There may truthfully be none that he can see as of now. Thor puts his hand out and the lightning appears immediately, not needing to even build up to it anymore. It crackles and flows over his fingers, curling around his wrist like a snake. As quick as it comes he shakes it off.)
( The faint whiff of ozone rises in the air off that sizzle of lightning, clean and crisp like petrichor, the scent of a summer storm come and gone. He lowers the spoon, resting an elbow on his knee.. )
The foundation is there, though. It'll come with time. By the way– ( Is that Thor's slice of pancake? Not anymore! )
(Thor gives Tony an incredulous look when he steals his pancake and pokes his fork at his hand.)
You told me to have some!
(He's amused and not annoyed, so easy to adjust in any given situation. This isn't that unlike how playful they could be in the Avengers Tower too, outside of now an underlining tension that both of them have accepted without question. Thor makes a face at that comment.)
Well. I've been told I've been glowing and sparking when I .... (He waves his fork around.) find release. But my partner doesn't feel the electricity, just sees it. So far.
(He'd probably refuse to have sex altogether if he accidentally harmed them with it. He can't help it that he gets a little overwhelmed when in the middle of sex.)
( Tony snatches his hand away and has to cover his mouth when he laughs, having no desire to spray pancake everywhere. Give him a sec, he's still got to chew and swallow, washing it down with another sip of coffee.
Thor gets a sideways squint, as Tony attempts to reconcile the image that evokes, imagining those blue and white sparks of electricity arcing up his naked body like a Jacob's ladder. )
Oh, now I gotta see that sometime...
( He hasn't quite decided if that's an invitation for Round Two, though he crooks a couple of fingers at Thor anyway. The lull in conversation makes him think of the darker parts of last night, full of an odd longing he can't place. )
( Tony's imagining close to the correct image, his imagination has always been the best of the whole team. Thor beams at Tony, looking so very pleased with himself. )
It's good to hear you laugh.
( A turn around from the night before, but he also knew that Tony was haunted the last time he saw him. A great deal had gone wrong, and Thor himself had been angry with him at one point. But that's always been how he is with his friends; they can argue and tussle for awhile, but they inevitably forgive each other. That's how these things go, in his mind.
Thor takes the crooked fingers and instead pulls them to his mouth, kissing the tips of them affectionately.)
Well. (He murmurs, nipping at them playfully.) What is it you humans say? If you play your cards right ....
( His fingers flex lightly in Thor's grip, and trace his lower lip, curling with a shift forward to cradle his bearded jaw. There's something impossibly fond to it, and in the look he gives his friend, amusement spreading with the faint shiver that glides across his naked skin.
Tony drops his chin, smiling, and neatly sets his empty coffee mug back on the tray. )
( Thor leans his jaw into Tony's touch, he loves gestures of affection. He's not touch-starved, he touches people constantly, but that's because he is a glutton for it. Tony's look is sweet and Thor feels the fondness down to his bones. He likes that shiver and once Tony sets the coffee down, he reaches out to cup his face with similar tenderness.
He barely has to lean in and it's not enough to dislodge the food. If anything the kiss he gives is gentle. They'd been caught up in passion so quickly the night before he didn't get to enjoy learning Tony's taste and tongue like this. It's a slow but thorough exploration. Tony tastes like food and coffee of course, and he sighs, running his fingers through Tony's hair before cupping the back of his neck. )
( This is all he wants, just for a little while, this quiet exchange of touch, of Thor warm and solid at his side, his fingers in his hair, taking the time to really feel this out. Tony's eyes flutter closed as they kiss, and his hand traces the column of Thor's throat, gliding down to spread his fingers over his chest.
Thor's mouth is syrup-sweet from the pancake, contrasted by his scent- male musk, steel and leather, the lightning that rides the forward edge of a spring storm, and an impossibly ancient vastness that Tony has no name for, if the cosmos itself should have a scent. He slides his tongue over Thor's and presses forward, but the image that keeps coming to mind won't leave him: the fall, the unrelieved blackness of space, and Tony has to pull away, catching his breath. )
( Thor lets his free hand glide over Tony's naked skin, nothing too serious, enjoying the run of his fingers over his arm, the muscle in his bicep that may not be godlike but it is still strong, like Tony. The arms and hands of a creator, of someone who works with his mind and body, always clever, always forward-thinking. Thor can throw a tank easily but he doesn't invent, his mind doesn't work like that. He never understood Tony's labs and tech but he appreciated it all the same. He's always been attracted to beautiful minds.
His hand moves along Tony's spine, caressing down his back, intending to deepen the kiss more until Tony abruptly pulls back. He's breathing though, Thor tries to remember humans need to breathe more, and he doesn't chase his mouth. Instead he kisses Tony's cheek sweetly and then his forehead.)
What?
(He murmurs, sensing something is off, whether through his own instinct or their bond.)
( Above all else, it's safety he feels the most, thrumming through the empathy bond. As Hell-bent as he is on protecting others, Tony rarely allows the same for himself. Few ever get to see him when he's vulnerable, just Pepper and now, he guesses, Thor. Who deserves an answer for why he's been acting so freaking weird.
Tony settles, sliding his hand to Thor's waist, curling his fingers loosely in his shirt. )
( Thor and Tony are very similar that way. One of Thor's worst qualities is his inability to be vulnerable with other people. He hides behind his strength and his experience, and often in his humor to distract from the realness of a situation. He likes being the one people feel safe with, he likes being strong for them.
He tips his head to the side, studying Tony, running his fingers through his hair and cupping his face. He likes his beard, the cut of it, trailing his touch along the line for now. )
Yes. They stemmed from visions I had of the future. They stayed with me for two years.
(Wanda's powers set off visions of both the Infinity Stones and the fact Ragnarok was coming. Thor tried to stop all of it from happening, but he could not. And now he's determined to save Loki despite all evidence he can't, but giving up is not his style (yet).)
( it's a mumble. Tony drags his hand over his face, rubbing his eye. Just the thought of it, revisiting it, gets his heart racing, the cold prickle of his anxiety slithering into the bond. )
I see space. Past the wormhole, the Chitauri mothership just hanging there. I feel that warhead against my back, and... ( he blows a shaky breath out, but forces himself to keep going, even as he feels the cold weight drop into his gut, his voice steady and sounding so, so distant to himself. )
Air's all gone, suit's systems all shutter in the vacuum. Then it's just. Silent. And I'm falling... only, it never ends.
(Thor's surprised, mostly because the Chitauri incident was years ago (for him!) and he didn't realize it still hung over his friend. But humans are fragile and short-lived. Thor's gone through a century not even counting the years before, they don't have that ability. He isn't going to discount pain, especially not done by his own brother.
He feels the anxiety and Tony's distraught, moving his arm around Tony's shoulders so he can give that full protective support again. So Tony can feel held and safe. Thor kisses his cheek sweetly, nuzzling his ear.)
Come back to me. Come back to here, now.
(His voice is soft and intentionally close to Tony's ear to try and ground him in the now.)
Perhaps it is difficult for you to see the next part because you were unconscious. I can tell you what happened on the ground, maybe you can try to picture it, to fill in the memory.
(Thor leans back to look at him again.)
We saw you fall from the sky as the portal closed and realized you were not slowing down. I started to swing Mjolnir so I could go fly and catch you, but the Hulk got there first. He caught you safely and brought you down where we all gathered.
(He remembers the moment well, how certain he was that he was dead. A tragedy, he did not know him well then, but he knew he was a good man.)
Hulk howled at you and you woke up. You were caught, my dearest Tony. If you cannot picture the Hulk saving you, picture it being me.
( Tony remains, moving neither closer nor leaning away, feeling the sharp edges of anxiousness dull themselves against Thor's relentless, solid warmth.
You're not in space anymore.
Technically, I still am.
The image Thor conjures is reasonable enough, caught out of the sky by the Hulk like a rag doll. He had bruises for a week afterward, a map of dark purple splotches where Banner's alter-ego must have borne him to the ground in too tight a grip. )
In light of our current arrangement, ( he begins wryly, tipping his head back, ) I'm picturing kind of a bodice-ripper scenario...
(Thor laughs softly, caressing his cheek with the back of his fingers, looking down at him.)
If there is a better way to fix a nightmare than making it sexy instead, I don't know it.
(He kisses him, just an affectionate brush of their lips together, before pulling back and keeping his arm around him. Thor is a very attentive partner and he's always been loving, open-hearted. It's just his way.)
You can come to me any time you suffer through one of these if you need comfort.
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Date: 2021-04-05 03:36 am (UTC)At his heart Thor is a protector, which means he's truly a caretaker. Fighting for people is simply the thing he finds easiest to do, but he sometimes ended up the Mom friend of his Asgardian group. Carrying people to their beds and sending food and water to them in the morning. Loki is not in the apartment which is a good thing, but unfortunately Thor is a little less quiet on his way back into the bedroom than his way out. He bumps into the door with his tray and swears, concerned he'd spill, but he manages to set it down on the dresser before that happens. )
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Date: 2021-04-08 02:40 am (UTC)He feels... fine. Good, even, the first decent rest he's had since they left the Sarano home planet, and he had to start sleeping on the ship once more. Resting his arm on his bent knee, and his chin in his open palm, still sleep-mussed and sex-haired, he pipes up from bed: )
Need some help? That looks heavy.
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Date: 2021-04-10 04:04 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2021-04-13 12:36 am (UTC)( He says it with such equally teasing nonchalance, reaching down to pluck a strawberry from one of the assorted dishes and pop it into his mouth. Thor's endless affection is welcome, another unexpectedly gentle side of him, the very brush of his hand making Tony's toes curl– and his dick twitch, let's be real –beneath the blankets.
If he had any fear of things getting weird in the aftermath, they've been allayed. Tony gives the mattress beside him a little pat, a 'join me', settling in cross legged with his coffee. )
A solid orgasm and more than a few hours of sleep do wonders for my constitution. ( Pause pause pause, reaching over to rest a hand on Thor's thigh, ) I needed that. More than I thought. Thank you.
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Date: 2021-04-13 03:29 am (UTC)The sleep or the orgasm?
(Thor smiles and runs his hand up and down Tony's back, soothing even now. He does look comforted, which makes Thor pleased and feeling good about his methods.)
We're Avengers, brothers in arms. I know I left Earth very suddenly, but it doesn't change that I still have your back.
(Thor left soon after Ultron and he spent the next two years defending the other realms and trying to chase down answers about the Infinity Stones. Two years for him might as well be two days, considering his lifespan, but he knows it's more significant to his humans. He doesn't know yet the timeline difference for them, because it's not something he thinks to ask.)
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Date: 2021-04-13 04:05 am (UTC)You know you're not alone in that, too. Just because you're a super-sexy god with cosmic power and a hammer- ( the humor in his tone belies the seriousness of his words, and Tony spends a second swirling the tines of his fork in a little runoff of syrup before he continues, ) -that doesn't mean I can't be here for you, too.
( Letting the weight of that declaration sit, he offers up the last strawberry. )
Now help me finish all this, or you'll have to roll me outta here.
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Date: 2021-04-14 11:31 pm (UTC)( Thor ruffles his already ruffled hair and takes the strawberry from him. He didn't eat since that would seem rude as he'd rather them have breakfast together. Thor has a massive ego and it does not need stroking, but he'll gleefully see it stroked anyway. Although Tony has seen a rare glimpse of one insecurity surrounding his eye, something no one else has except for Loki when he's trying to poke Thor's said massive ego. )
I don't have the hammer anymore. My sister destroyed it.
(The same sister who took out his eye, so she's a real delight obviously. Thor of course is far more damaged at the loss of his beloved hammer than at his eye. Also his hair. But he still looks good with short hair, Banner assured him, so he's accepted it. )
But I learned something interesting about it afterward, which changed, for better or for worse, the way I saw it.
(This is more sharing than he usually does, but they're eating breakfast together after being intimate. Thor is an open man, once people get through to him. He takes a fork and eats part of a pancake.)
My father gave me the hammer to focus my power into. It kept me from fully coming into my power, it was limiting me, in the end.
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Date: 2021-04-15 02:12 am (UTC)Continuing to listen, he takes a thoughtful bite, turning the spoon in his mouth to absently lick the well of it clean. )
Makes sense to me. It was just a tool in the end-- all that power came from you.
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Date: 2021-04-15 04:17 am (UTC)Thus my out of control creation of that storm on Sarano. I learned a long time ago to control storms, but that was before. It is like starting anew.
(Thor is beyond what he was before. He has no idea the limits of his power now. There may truthfully be none that he can see as of now. Thor puts his hand out and the lightning appears immediately, not needing to even build up to it anymore. It crackles and flows over his fingers, curling around his wrist like a snake. As quick as it comes he shakes it off.)
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Date: 2021-04-15 05:10 am (UTC)The foundation is there, though. It'll come with time. By the way– ( Is that Thor's slice of pancake? Not anymore! )
I appreciate the lack of zappage last night.
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Date: 2021-04-15 08:09 pm (UTC)You told me to have some!
(He's amused and not annoyed, so easy to adjust in any given situation. This isn't that unlike how playful they could be in the Avengers Tower too, outside of now an underlining tension that both of them have accepted without question. Thor makes a face at that comment.)
Well. I've been told I've been glowing and sparking when I .... (He waves his fork around.) find release. But my partner doesn't feel the electricity, just sees it. So far.
(He'd probably refuse to have sex altogether if he accidentally harmed them with it. He can't help it that he gets a little overwhelmed when in the middle of sex.)
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Date: 2021-04-15 09:58 pm (UTC)Thor gets a sideways squint, as Tony attempts to reconcile the image that evokes, imagining those blue and white sparks of electricity arcing up his naked body like a Jacob's ladder. )
Oh, now I gotta see that sometime...
( He hasn't quite decided if that's an invitation for Round Two, though he crooks a couple of fingers at Thor anyway. The lull in conversation makes him think of the darker parts of last night, full of an odd longing he can't place. )
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Date: 2021-04-16 03:25 am (UTC)It's good to hear you laugh.
( A turn around from the night before, but he also knew that Tony was haunted the last time he saw him. A great deal had gone wrong, and Thor himself had been angry with him at one point. But that's always been how he is with his friends; they can argue and tussle for awhile, but they inevitably forgive each other. That's how these things go, in his mind.
Thor takes the crooked fingers and instead pulls them to his mouth, kissing the tips of them affectionately.)
Well. (He murmurs, nipping at them playfully.) What is it you humans say? If you play your cards right ....
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Date: 2021-04-16 05:58 am (UTC)Tony drops his chin, smiling, and neatly sets his empty coffee mug back on the tray. )
I'm a little familiar.
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Date: 2021-04-16 04:43 pm (UTC)He barely has to lean in and it's not enough to dislodge the food. If anything the kiss he gives is gentle. They'd been caught up in passion so quickly the night before he didn't get to enjoy learning Tony's taste and tongue like this. It's a slow but thorough exploration. Tony tastes like food and coffee of course, and he sighs, running his fingers through Tony's hair before cupping the back of his neck. )
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Date: 2021-04-24 02:19 am (UTC)Thor's mouth is syrup-sweet from the pancake, contrasted by his scent- male musk, steel and leather, the lightning that rides the forward edge of a spring storm, and an impossibly ancient vastness that Tony has no name for, if the cosmos itself should have a scent. He slides his tongue over Thor's and presses forward, but the image that keeps coming to mind won't leave him: the fall, the unrelieved blackness of space, and Tony has to pull away, catching his breath. )
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Date: 2021-04-25 02:30 am (UTC)His hand moves along Tony's spine, caressing down his back, intending to deepen the kiss more until Tony abruptly pulls back. He's breathing though, Thor tries to remember humans need to breathe more, and he doesn't chase his mouth. Instead he kisses Tony's cheek sweetly and then his forehead.)
What?
(He murmurs, sensing something is off, whether through his own instinct or their bond.)
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Date: 2021-05-02 05:25 am (UTC)Tony settles, sliding his hand to Thor's waist, curling his fingers loosely in his shirt. )
I need to ask you something.
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Date: 2021-05-03 11:32 pm (UTC)He tips his head to the side, studying Tony, running his fingers through his hair and cupping his face. He likes his beard, the cut of it, trailing his touch along the line for now. )
Whatever you want, you need only ask.
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Date: 2021-05-04 07:48 am (UTC)Do you ever get nightmares? Long term.
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Date: 2021-05-05 11:41 pm (UTC)Yes. They stemmed from visions I had of the future. They stayed with me for two years.
(Wanda's powers set off visions of both the Infinity Stones and the fact Ragnarok was coming. Thor tried to stop all of it from happening, but he could not. And now he's determined to save Loki despite all evidence he can't, but giving up is not his style (yet).)
What do you dream of?
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Date: 2021-05-06 02:39 am (UTC)( it's a mumble. Tony drags his hand over his face, rubbing his eye. Just the thought of it, revisiting it, gets his heart racing, the cold prickle of his anxiety slithering into the bond. )
I see space. Past the wormhole, the Chitauri mothership just hanging there. I feel that warhead against my back, and... ( he blows a shaky breath out, but forces himself to keep going, even as he feels the cold weight drop into his gut, his voice steady and sounding so, so distant to himself. )
Air's all gone, suit's systems all shutter in the vacuum. Then it's just. Silent. And I'm falling... only, it never ends.
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Date: 2021-05-06 02:58 am (UTC)He feels the anxiety and Tony's distraught, moving his arm around Tony's shoulders so he can give that full protective support again. So Tony can feel held and safe. Thor kisses his cheek sweetly, nuzzling his ear.)
Come back to me. Come back to here, now.
(His voice is soft and intentionally close to Tony's ear to try and ground him in the now.)
Perhaps it is difficult for you to see the next part because you were unconscious. I can tell you what happened on the ground, maybe you can try to picture it, to fill in the memory.
(Thor leans back to look at him again.)
We saw you fall from the sky as the portal closed and realized you were not slowing down. I started to swing Mjolnir so I could go fly and catch you, but the Hulk got there first. He caught you safely and brought you down where we all gathered.
(He remembers the moment well, how certain he was that he was dead. A tragedy, he did not know him well then, but he knew he was a good man.)
Hulk howled at you and you woke up. You were caught, my dearest Tony. If you cannot picture the Hulk saving you, picture it being me.
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Date: 2021-05-06 05:36 am (UTC)You're not in space anymore.
Technically, I still am.
The image Thor conjures is reasonable enough, caught out of the sky by the Hulk like a rag doll. He had bruises for a week afterward, a map of dark purple splotches where Banner's alter-ego must have borne him to the ground in too tight a grip. )
In light of our current arrangement, ( he begins wryly, tipping his head back, ) I'm picturing kind of a bodice-ripper scenario...
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Date: 2021-05-06 06:00 pm (UTC)If there is a better way to fix a nightmare than making it sexy instead, I don't know it.
(He kisses him, just an affectionate brush of their lips together, before pulling back and keeping his arm around him. Thor is a very attentive partner and he's always been loving, open-hearted. It's just his way.)
You can come to me any time you suffer through one of these if you need comfort.
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