Thor tosses off the comforter, then shifts until he's sitting on the edge
of the bed, facing away from where Tony still stands. For a moment, he
doesn't say anything; he just looks down at his feet, planted firmly on the
floor.
Anything he says is going to sound insane. Sometimes, his dreams were
simply dreams; there was nothing to them. Other times, the dreams served as
a warning. Thor was always trying to figure out which was which, just as he
was trying to discern reality from not-reality in the dream, only to find
out later that none of it was real.
He can't ask Tony directly. Not yet. Not without seeming mad.
"Tony," he begins, his voice low. "Is there something you're not telling
me?"
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Date: 2018-09-18 06:34 pm (UTC)Thor tosses off the comforter, then shifts until he's sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from where Tony still stands. For a moment, he doesn't say anything; he just looks down at his feet, planted firmly on the floor.
Anything he says is going to sound insane. Sometimes, his dreams were simply dreams; there was nothing to them. Other times, the dreams served as a warning. Thor was always trying to figure out which was which, just as he was trying to discern reality from not-reality in the dream, only to find out later that none of it was real.
He can't ask Tony directly. Not yet. Not without seeming mad.
"Tony," he begins, his voice low. "Is there something you're not telling me?"