*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
( ... )
And closes it. Telling Stark that regardless of what he says that he is certainly acting like a woman is likely not the wisest course of action just now. "I was helping him train."
Thor frowns as he steps forward, hands out as if he were trying to calm a particularly vicious beast. "Let us go back to the Tower. I will wash your jeans."
Is Clint eating? Is he seriously over there sitting in the corner snacking on something? Where did he get it? Why is he not offering it to him? And Jesus, this has to end. Tony pressed his hand to his forehead and moves closer to Thor.
It's a very good thing that the god hadn't said he was particularly womanly at the moment. Stark might insist on a duel at sunset with pistols. Or lasers. Probably lasers.
He plunks his head down in the center of Thor's chest.
Thor glances over his shoulder at Clint-- who is only chewing on his fingernails-- and the man raises a shoulder as if to say, it's fine, I can find someone else to shoot at. You got crazy to deal with.
A hand is placed on Stark's back; after a moment it circles awkwardly. "And I will make you something to eat."
"So everyone knows by now." Tony sits on his large white sofa, back to the kitchen, while Thor tries to cook. He's so embarrassed that he doesn't even realize that Thor. Is in. His kitchen. The place has been Banner proofed by Thor proofed is just something he's never thought he's needed to invest in!
He slides lower into the cushions and scowls at the television that he's had Jarvis mute and unmute in a cycle every two minutes since he's been home.
"Which is just great. Fury's going to be pissed. And-- Actually that is pretty great."
Jane had taught Thor a thing or two about cooking, which is probably why nothing has burned down while Thor has been out of Tony's eyesight. In fact, it smells edible.
Of course it's eggs, but beggers cannot be choosers.
Thor comes out in an apron that says Engineers Do It Until It Hertz and with a plate in hand. It is eggs, yes, and hash browns. The potatoes are a little brunt around the edges, but look salvageable, probably due to the smiley drawn across the top in ketchup. There are also orange slices.
God bless Thor Odinson. Tony shifts over on the sofa so that the larger man can join him but does not curl up against his side like he really, really wants to do. Tony still has some pride. Not much with swollen ankles and morning sickness. He's been too afraid to drink too, which has him on edge more than the rest. He's a bear. One that's been left to do this on his own like some unwed young mother you see about in documentaries.
Jarvis is only so helpful.
Tony eats everything on the plate, minus the orange rinds, and tugs up his knees to his chest. He needs an X-ray. Or a scan. He needs to find out where the baby is, if it even is a baby, and what he's suppose to do when it outgrows his intestines (because where else could it really be)?
"I'm going to tell you something and it goes no further than this room," he murmurs. "I'm freaking out."
Sitting down in the space made for him, Thor watches Tony eat in silence. It is not just the man's behavior, but the song stretched taut between them. It is different now. Strained. Thor does not want to know the reasons why.
Even after Stark speaks his peace, Thor is silent. The customary frown that graces his face when he is deep in thought stretches his face.
"You are a scientist, are you not? And you have Banner at your disposal as well." Thor spreads his hands. "You have not been trying to do anything about this other than let your emotions toss you about. Are there not medics on your payroll? You are a man with resources. Use them, Stark."
Because bitches be late. As always.starkingenuityJune 20 2012, 00:17:02 UTC
Thor is right. Everything that just came out of that blond somewhat-idiot's mouth is right. Which is pretty damned amazing. Tony's been trying to hide his problem when he doesn't have to. SHIELD will hide it for him.
He's not on their payroll but he is part of their little team.
"Jarvis, get on the horn to Fury. Set us up with some appointments."
He wants the works. He deserves the works. As far as he knows, this is the first male human pregnancy. Ever. And likely the first human-Asguardian pregnancy too. That wicked little smirk is back.
All he had needed was some sense kicked into him!
Or...someone with charming eyes the color of his reactor and much too large hands telling him what he already knows.
That doesn't really make him less nervous, but it does give him the kick he needs. And for his efforts, Thor gets a kiss. A quick one. They've never really been too big on affectionate displays that went beyond a good eyeing up across the room or Thor's penchant for spooning him when they wake up together.
He does enjoy the spooning. Pregnancy does not stop that.
All the doctors say that it shouldn't be possible... but since it is possible, and is happening, they run the tests. They do the scans. They check findings over, and again. By the time Tony is actually starting to show, they've started murmuring about magic. Despite all, the baby looks healthy. Tony, looks healthy. Obviously there will have to be surgery to deliver and Tony will have the chance to explain cesarean scars to his future conquests, but all in all, a small consequence.
Thor likes putting his hand on Tony's stomach. He starts to do it regularly, touching the small bump like Stark is his personal good luck totem. Stark's moods have evened out-- though they still come and go-- but Thor's protective streak goes each day.
"You cannot go!" he finally bellows, holding out two hands to gesture at Stark's distended stomach. "It is madness! The Avengers will be fine without your snarking in our ear."
((OOC: Look at you with the time skips! *praise*))
"I'm sorry, did you just say that I can't do something I am obviously perfectly capable of?" He'd let out one of his suits just a little, the process had been strange to make the torso more boxy so that he won't look strange and can still manage to squeeze into the armor for another month or two. "And I'll have you know that Clint can't do his job without me snarking in his ear."
"Hey man, leave me out of this one, all right?" Barton says and goes back to setting up his quiver. No one else says anything either and Steve suggests to Natasha that they check the plane's fuel levels one more time.
Tony ignores them, and the way Banner holds up his hands behind Thor to try and console Tony or perhaps make him back down. "I'm safer in this suit than I am hanging out here. I blow things up here!"
The Avengers have all dealt with Thor and Stark and the... news... in their own ways. Clint had by far taken it the best, and Natasha the worst, but perhaps it was a show of how strong their team had actually grown that in the end they were all in support of the two. Well. At least when the men weren't fighting.
"You blow things up everywhere!" Thor yells back. "Clearly it does not matter if you are in the suit or out of it."
As if Tony can compete with a man twice his size, he stands on his toes, on hand carefully draped over the bump in his stomach. With Thor blocking his dressing dock, he's not been able to get the suit on. The ruckus looks to be only escalating however and the room clears.
"Which why I should be in the damned suit, Thor! Get. Out. Of. THE WAY!"
((OOC: Why didn't you tell me my last post was insanely typo/repeaty!?))
Thor isn't the type of person often told no. Or yelled at, not like this. It shortwires something in his natural reactions and instead of yelling back, he pauses. Frowns, and takes in the color in Tony's cheeks and the hard, flinty look in his dark eyes.
"That is my child as well," Thor finally finally says. His own gaze is just as brittle as he steps aside. "Remember that, Stark."
If there's ever to be a time where Tony Stark is hushed by being given just what he wants, it's now. He can feel Thor's worry, but more than just the connection of electric flow that exists between them, it's the way that Thor gives in when he has every ability not to that makes the playboy -- former playboy? -- recoil. His hand tightens over his stomach as something moves against it and he glances down, snorting
( ... )
His fingers slide over the swell of Tony's impossible stomach and he looks up into those rimmed eyes, waiting for something. Listening and feeling the calluses of Stark's fingers against his skin. Tony had always been cooler than him before but now his own sort of heat comes and goes-- Thor can feel it even now, stretched warm and thin under the cotton shirt that he wears. "I worry," he finally says.
Admits.
"I would no more see you stay locked up here than I myself would want to be." Thor laughs, quiet. "I think you far more graceful at it than I would be, and you are not graceful at it at all." His thumb strokes Stark's stomach idly. "It is your decision to make. But know this; I will not think in battle. I will protect you, and her, first. I-- oh."
Thor's eyes widen at the nudge under his palm. "Stark, she-- ha! She strikes!"
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And closes it. Telling Stark that regardless of what he says that he is certainly acting like a woman is likely not the wisest course of action just now. "I was helping him train."
Thor frowns as he steps forward, hands out as if he were trying to calm a particularly vicious beast. "Let us go back to the Tower. I will wash your jeans."
((ooc: THE TRUTH.))
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It's a very good thing that the god hadn't said he was particularly womanly at the moment. Stark might insist on a duel at sunset with pistols. Or lasers. Probably lasers.
He plunks his head down in the center of Thor's chest.
"Yeah?"
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Thor glances over his shoulder at Clint-- who is only chewing on his fingernails-- and the man raises a shoulder as if to say, it's fine, I can find someone else to shoot at. You got crazy to deal with.
A hand is placed on Stark's back; after a moment it circles awkwardly. "And I will make you something to eat."
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He slides lower into the cushions and scowls at the television that he's had Jarvis mute and unmute in a cycle every two minutes since he's been home.
"Which is just great. Fury's going to be pissed. And-- Actually that is pretty great."
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Of course it's eggs, but beggers cannot be choosers.
Thor comes out in an apron that says Engineers Do It Until It Hertz and with a plate in hand. It is eggs, yes, and hash browns. The potatoes are a little brunt around the edges, but look salvageable, probably due to the smiley drawn across the top in ketchup. There are also orange slices.
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Jarvis is only so helpful.
Tony eats everything on the plate, minus the orange rinds, and tugs up his knees to his chest. He needs an X-ray. Or a scan. He needs to find out where the baby is, if it even is a baby, and what he's suppose to do when it outgrows his intestines (because where else could it really be)?
"I'm going to tell you something and it goes no further than this room," he murmurs. "I'm freaking out."
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Even after Stark speaks his peace, Thor is silent. The customary frown that graces his face when he is deep in thought stretches his face.
"You are a scientist, are you not? And you have Banner at your disposal as well." Thor spreads his hands. "You have not been trying to do anything about this other than let your emotions toss you about. Are there not medics on your payroll? You are a man with resources. Use them, Stark."
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He's not on their payroll but he is part of their little team.
"Jarvis, get on the horn to Fury. Set us up with some appointments."
He wants the works. He deserves the works. As far as he knows, this is the first male human pregnancy. Ever. And likely the first human-Asguardian pregnancy too. That wicked little smirk is back.
All he had needed was some sense kicked into him!
Or...someone with charming eyes the color of his reactor and much too large hands telling him what he already knows.
That doesn't really make him less nervous, but it does give him the kick he needs. And for his efforts, Thor gets a kiss. A quick one. They've never really been too big on affectionate displays that went beyond a good eyeing up across the room or Thor's penchant for spooning him when they wake up together.
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All the doctors say that it shouldn't be possible... but since it is possible, and is happening, they run the tests. They do the scans. They check findings over, and again. By the time Tony is actually starting to show, they've started murmuring about magic. Despite all, the baby looks healthy. Tony, looks healthy. Obviously there will have to be surgery to deliver and Tony will have the chance to explain cesarean scars to his future conquests, but all in all, a small consequence.
Thor likes putting his hand on Tony's stomach. He starts to do it regularly, touching the small bump like Stark is his personal good luck totem. Stark's moods have evened out-- though they still come and go-- but Thor's protective streak goes each day.
"You cannot go!" he finally bellows, holding out two hands to gesture at Stark's distended stomach. "It is madness! The Avengers will be fine without your snarking in our ear."
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"I'm sorry, did you just say that I can't do something I am obviously perfectly capable of?" He'd let out one of his suits just a little, the process had been strange to make the torso more boxy so that he won't look strange and can still manage to squeeze into the armor for another month or two. "And I'll have you know that Clint can't do his job without me snarking in his ear."
"Hey man, leave me out of this one, all right?" Barton says and goes back to setting up his quiver. No one else says anything either and Steve suggests to Natasha that they check the plane's fuel levels one more time.
Tony ignores them, and the way Banner holds up his hands behind Thor to try and console Tony or perhaps make him back down. "I'm safer in this suit than I am hanging out here. I blow things up here!"
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"You blow things up everywhere!" Thor yells back. "Clearly it does not matter if you are in the suit or out of it."
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"Which why I should be in the damned suit, Thor! Get. Out. Of. THE WAY!"
((OOC: Why didn't you tell me my last post was insanely typo/repeaty!?))
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"That is my child as well," Thor finally finally says. His own gaze is just as brittle as he steps aside. "Remember that, Stark."
((ooc: >.> Because I didn't notice at all LOL))
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His fingers slide over the swell of Tony's impossible stomach and he looks up into those rimmed eyes, waiting for something. Listening and feeling the calluses of Stark's fingers against his skin. Tony had always been cooler than him before but now his own sort of heat comes and goes-- Thor can feel it even now, stretched warm and thin under the cotton shirt that he wears. "I worry," he finally says.
Admits.
"I would no more see you stay locked up here than I myself would want to be." Thor laughs, quiet. "I think you far more graceful at it than I would be, and you are not graceful at it at all." His thumb strokes Stark's stomach idly. "It is your decision to make. But know this; I will not think in battle. I will protect you, and her, first. I-- oh."
Thor's eyes widen at the nudge under his palm. "Stark, she-- ha! She strikes!"
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