*gathers up remains with care and love*asgardheroJune 19 2012, 04:21:45 UTC
Thor's eyes narrow but he desists. He always does. Stark is a well-welded thing and Thor only manages occasional glimpses beyond those thick boundaries. The harder he attempts prize the pieces open the tighter they reseal and so he has learned to bide his time.
He has so much of it, after all.
A blond head is tilted back, hair falling over the edge of the weight bench. Clint squawks as Thor's grip shifts with his attention and the agents laugh. "Stark! Come, I can hold another!" But Stark declines, leaves without another quip, and Thor's mood sours. The song... it has been off. There is something that Stark is not telling him and Thor is determined to find out what. He settles the Avengers to the floor with a smile he does not truly feel and travels to Stark's tower in the sweatpants and tank top that he had gotten from the locker rooms. He has a small supply of Midgardian clothing now, though Stark calls him a hipster. Like so many other things, Thor lets it slide.
"What is wrong?" he demands as he bursts into the room that holds the dark-eyed man. "Do not lie to me."
Again with the door breaking! Tony scoffs at it, at Thor, but the song between them sings loudly and why should he feel awkward when this is so good? He needs Thor. Not physically and maybe not even emotionally, but there's a fundamental connect on a metaphysical level that had been there ever since they'd messed with recharging the reactor in the lab many many months before.
He has to be clear. Very clear.
No mincing words, Thor wouldn't understand completely.
Tony opens and closes his mouth a few times before he turns painfully human eyes towards the Thunderer. "Unless I can figure out how to reverse it and how it happened in the first place, we're going to have a baby."
Re: *phoenixdown!*asgardheroJune 19 2012, 04:46:29 UTC
Thor stops.
His annoyance, anger, stops.
He tries to search for other meanings behind Stark's words, but there are none. A child.
Thor's face breaks into a wide, beaming smile and he crosses the room in long, quick strides to wrap Stark in strong arms. He lifts him bodily from his feet. "A child! This is happy day!"
... his brother is a shapeshifter, after all. Thor had grown up with a fluid understanding of male and female, at least in the things whispered into his ear.
Thor's anger and annoyance might stop but Tony's just grows because-- Oh, rib crush!
And, "How is having a child a happy day?!" It's a good thing that Thor is close, though, Tony isn't sure he's really going to be dealing well with standing at the moment because saying it makes it real and he still doesn't know how this is happening. Does Thor's ejaculate contain eggs and sperm? The man's supposedly a god of fertility and--
And Tony knew they should've used protective. He just knew it!
"Please outline all of the good things that can come from this," he says, turning his face to Thor's chest, "because I really can't think of any."
Thor is still smiling when he sets Tony back down to his feet-- but he does not let go right away, not with the man turned into him in that manner. It is not often that he and Stark are truly affectionate; they do not coddle each other. But when Thor rests his nose and smiling mouth against the top of Stark's head, it is because he wants to be close to the man in this moment.
"How could any child born of us be less than radiant?" The question is hypothetical, rumbled into Stark's hair. "Beautiful and clever, certainly. The best things of both Asgard and Midgard, unique and wonderful. Stark!" He laughs. "Tony. This is life. It is always good."
It's usually a bad sign when Thor calls him anything other than Stark and Tony almost wrinkles his nose at the way the larger man's chest keeps on bustling about like that. He's charming, but Tony doesn't want anyone to out charm him. And he absolutely does not want Thor Odinson to start acting like a proud daddy all of a sudden.
What the hell is Tony suppose to do with a kid? And this is probably a thought to have after he figures out how he's suppose to carry it to term without modifying the suit.
Or...you know...carry it to term AT ALL.
But still, Thor's happiness is, unfortunately, his own. He smirks. "So it'll get beauty and brains from me and what about from you? Ability to eat thirty sandwiches in the space of an hour?"
((OOC: TONY IS IN DISTRESS AT HWD THOR! STEVE IS BEING AN IDIOT!))
Thor grins in return, laughing a laugh so happy that it nearly breaks in on itself. "Yes, of course. Those tiny pizzas. Ah, maybe she will be able to control lightning."
The promise of this is something exquisitely rare, something that Thor-- in all his long years-- has never yet experienced. It pounds against his ribs and in his head. Life.
... But he is so young, yet. And will the child be mortal?
He is on the ground before he realizes it, knees having given way.
((ooc: 1) Tony in a pregnant suit CRACKS ME UP. 2) I keep picturing Thor as doing the whole "Tiberus, no, that's a terrible name" George Kirk's happiest-sad voice. Thanks, Chris Hemsworth.))
"Woah, woah there big guy--" He'd not expected Thor to be this overwhelmed. He's pleased, he's happy, and he's just realized that he's going to be a father. Tony has had a few days for it all to sink in bu Thor-- Tony slips his hands into his pockets and looks down at the toppled over blond man.
His first instinct is to laugh, and so he does before he makes a long, drawn out sigh and sits beside him on the floor and drapes an arm over his knee.
They are not the sort to cling to one another. They never have been. Their song doesn't require a constant touch to keep it alive.
"She huh? Maybe. Think of the advantage she'll have at MIT."
((OOC: oh god, he had Captain America hair in that. OMG I HAVE A NEW PLOT IDEA.))
He turns his head to the side to watch the man sit before lacing his arms under his head and staring at the ceiling. He breathes out, the rise and fall of his chest deep. "I could teach her weapons."
Impossible, and yet... not. Thor looks at Stark again, dipping his elbow in order to see him clearly. His smile has faded.
Oh, Thor, and Tony'd actually been warming up to the idea. The human frowns a little to match the way that the light had bled from Thor's happy eyes.
"I'm not a doctor, Sweet and Sour, but last time I looked, human men don't get pregnant." Again, his hand gently presses to his stomach. He looks thoughtful. "I've no idea what the hell I'm--" Wait. "We're going to do."
((OOC: Mild mannered superheroes or something like it. I need to flesh it out.))
For a moment, Thor was silent. Considering. He hadn't thought. Loki was a strange bird and certainly none to take cues from in the matters of life, considering his brother had birthed a horse. And certainly, Stark was only human no matter how much the man hated to be reminded of the fact. Thor's frown grows.
"If it is not safe..." Thor lets the rest of the words hang. The idea of this thing is brilliant and wonderful, but it is still only an idea. Coming up onto his elbow, a large hand reaches out and settles over Tony's.
And then drops.
"Then it is not safe. I will not put you in harm's way."
"Well hey now," Stark complains. "My body, my choice." Maybe that saying isn't exactly being used properly but if he's got something growing inside of him than he needed to know all of the options. To see, to feel Thor so very happy is something he wants to hold on to. "Plus, I'm a genius. If it's possible, I can make it possible."
Yes, just like that, Tony committed himself to something he'd been terrified of for the past few days. He touched Thor's cheek and his chin, nails catching briefly in his beard.
"I just think we're going to need more than a few prenatal vitamins."
Thor rumbles a laugh at the words and the rare, soft touch between them. "For both our sakes, then, hopefully she will not inherent either one of our egos." He grins. "Those yours is certainly larger than mine."
((ooc: Oh man. Is this for HWD of just fun times?))
It's difficult for Tony not to feel a fondness for Thor at the moment, and despite their general distance when not in bed, or more accurately, when not waking up on the rare occasions he stays the night and feels like spooning him, touching is important right now. At least until Stark comes to his senses and stops playing Little Women.
"Something of mine was bound to be larger than yours," he mutters, though the bitterness in his voice is shammed.
After a week of what feels like a montage of morning sickness, Tony climbs into his suit and shoots his way from Malibu to Times Square where the Avengers go when trying to piss Fury off the most.
He's had it up to here dealing with this on his own. And that is why, when he bursts in on Barton using Thor as target practice and the archer asks what's crawled up inside of him, Tony says venomously: "Thor and his Asgardian offspring!"
Barton responds with laughter until no one else laughs and then musses up his own hair. "Shit."
((OOC: HWD. Though Thor losing his powers is always a yummy thing for the PSL.))
There is an arrow in Thor's hand and another that is close enough to his ear to have snipped a lock of his hair to his shoulder. He blinks at Stark and his proclamation.
Thor thought that women built a temper as the pregnancy went on, but perhaps it is different with men. Or humans. Tony's tone is acidic enough to make him want to flinch. Instead he hands the arrow back to Clint. "Stark."
Clint isn't dumbfounded enough to stay quiet. "I mean, technically, he did already if you're knocked up with Thor-spawn--" All it takes is Tony to turn on him for Clint to back out of the way, hands up. "Sorry, carry on."
Oh, Tony is planning on it. He is an emotional wreck. Things that never bothered him do terribly now... Such as Thor playing around here while he'd been at home suffering. "I am not a woman! I am not built for this! I spent two hours this morning crying because I got engine grease on my jeans and you're here letting Barton plink arrows at you!"
He has so much of it, after all.
A blond head is tilted back, hair falling over the edge of the weight bench. Clint squawks as Thor's grip shifts with his attention and the agents laugh. "Stark! Come, I can hold another!" But Stark declines, leaves without another quip, and Thor's mood sours. The song... it has been off. There is something that Stark is not telling him and Thor is determined to find out what. He settles the Avengers to the floor with a smile he does not truly feel and travels to Stark's tower in the sweatpants and tank top that he had gotten from the locker rooms. He has a small supply of Midgardian clothing now, though Stark calls him a hipster. Like so many other things, Thor lets it slide.
"What is wrong?" he demands as he bursts into the room that holds the dark-eyed man. "Do not lie to me."
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He has to be clear. Very clear.
No mincing words, Thor wouldn't understand completely.
Tony opens and closes his mouth a few times before he turns painfully human eyes towards the Thunderer. "Unless I can figure out how to reverse it and how it happened in the first place, we're going to have a baby."
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His annoyance, anger, stops.
He tries to search for other meanings behind Stark's words, but there are none. A child.
Thor's face breaks into a wide, beaming smile and he crosses the room in long, quick strides to wrap Stark in strong arms. He lifts him bodily from his feet. "A child! This is happy day!"
... his brother is a shapeshifter, after all. Thor had grown up with a fluid understanding of male and female, at least in the things whispered into his ear.
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And, "How is having a child a happy day?!" It's a good thing that Thor is close, though, Tony isn't sure he's really going to be dealing well with standing at the moment because saying it makes it real and he still doesn't know how this is happening. Does Thor's ejaculate contain eggs and sperm? The man's supposedly a god of fertility and--
And Tony knew they should've used protective. He just knew it!
"Please outline all of the good things that can come from this," he says, turning his face to Thor's chest, "because I really can't think of any."
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"How could any child born of us be less than radiant?" The question is hypothetical, rumbled into Stark's hair. "Beautiful and clever, certainly. The best things of both Asgard and Midgard, unique and wonderful. Stark!" He laughs. "Tony. This is life. It is always good."
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What the hell is Tony suppose to do with a kid? And this is probably a thought to have after he figures out how he's suppose to carry it to term without modifying the suit.
Or...you know...carry it to term AT ALL.
But still, Thor's happiness is, unfortunately, his own. He smirks. "So it'll get beauty and brains from me and what about from you? Ability to eat thirty sandwiches in the space of an hour?"
((OOC: TONY IS IN DISTRESS AT HWD THOR! STEVE IS BEING AN IDIOT!))
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The promise of this is something exquisitely rare, something that Thor-- in all his long years-- has never yet experienced. It pounds against his ribs and in his head. Life.
... But he is so young, yet. And will the child be mortal?
He is on the ground before he realizes it, knees having given way.
((ooc: 1) Tony in a pregnant suit CRACKS ME UP.
2) I keep picturing Thor as doing the whole "Tiberus, no, that's a terrible name" George Kirk's happiest-sad voice. Thanks, Chris Hemsworth.))
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His first instinct is to laugh, and so he does before he makes a long, drawn out sigh and sits beside him on the floor and drapes an arm over his knee.
They are not the sort to cling to one another. They never have been. Their song doesn't require a constant touch to keep it alive.
"She huh? Maybe. Think of the advantage she'll have at MIT."
((OOC: oh god, he had Captain America hair in that. OMG I HAVE A NEW PLOT IDEA.))
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He turns his head to the side to watch the man sit before lacing his arms under his head and staring at the ceiling. He breathes out, the rise and fall of his chest deep. "I could teach her weapons."
Impossible, and yet... not. Thor looks at Stark again, dipping his elbow in order to see him clearly. His smile has faded.
"You said, unless you can reverse it."
((ooc: please let it be Thor-makeover time!))
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"I'm not a doctor, Sweet and Sour, but last time I looked, human men don't get pregnant." Again, his hand gently presses to his stomach. He looks thoughtful. "I've no idea what the hell I'm--" Wait. "We're going to do."
((OOC: Mild mannered superheroes or something like it. I need to flesh it out.))
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"If it is not safe..." Thor lets the rest of the words hang. The idea of this thing is brilliant and wonderful, but it is still only an idea. Coming up onto his elbow, a large hand reaches out and settles over Tony's.
And then drops.
"Then it is not safe. I will not put you in harm's way."
((ooc: LOL. I like it already.))
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Yes, just like that, Tony committed himself to something he'd been terrified of for the past few days. He touched Thor's cheek and his chin, nails catching briefly in his beard.
"I just think we're going to need more than a few prenatal vitamins."
((OOC: Maybe like personality reversal?))
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((ooc: Oh man. Is this for HWD of just fun times?))
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"Something of mine was bound to be larger than yours," he mutters, though the bitterness in his voice is shammed.
After a week of what feels like a montage of morning sickness, Tony climbs into his suit and shoots his way from Malibu to Times Square where the Avengers go when trying to piss Fury off the most.
He's had it up to here dealing with this on his own. And that is why, when he bursts in on Barton using Thor as target practice and the archer asks what's crawled up inside of him, Tony says venomously: "Thor and his Asgardian offspring!"
Barton responds with laughter until no one else laughs and then musses up his own hair. "Shit."
((OOC: HWD. Though Thor losing his powers is always a yummy thing for the PSL.))
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Thor thought that women built a temper as the pregnancy went on, but perhaps it is different with men. Or humans. Tony's tone is acidic enough to make him want to flinch. Instead he hands the arrow back to Clint. "Stark."
((ooc: Just because you're eeevviilll.))
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Clint isn't dumbfounded enough to stay quiet. "I mean, technically, he did already if you're knocked up with Thor-spawn--" All it takes is Tony to turn on him for Clint to back out of the way, hands up. "Sorry, carry on."
Oh, Tony is planning on it. He is an emotional wreck. Things that never bothered him do terribly now... Such as Thor playing around here while he'd been at home suffering. "I am not a woman! I am not built for this! I spent two hours this morning crying because I got engine grease on my jeans and you're here letting Barton plink arrows at you!"
((OOC: You love me for my evil.))
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