Iron Titan

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Absolute devastation. That was the only way to describe it.

It was utterly senseless, yet coldly methodical. The Madonna Inn, the inescapable steadfast, had become utterly trifling in how easily it was torn asunder. The barrier separating it from each residents' home had been obliterated. A gauntletted hand through tissue.

The bitterly cruel irony was that few residents still lived to witness this come to pass.

"Your kingdom, Odinson. Your people." The Titan wrenched Thor up from the ground, fingers circling his skull. "False idols. Comfortable lies for an uneasy head."

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[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony tasted blood and dirt and he turned his head to purge it. "R'lieved...honestly. You had it in you."

[st_ormbreaker]

Though his wound has been sealed completely, Thor's breaths are still as labored as they were when he was bleeding out. He continues pressing his hands against Tony's chest, blood still pushing past the gaps in his fingers.

"What are you talking about?"

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Nodding weakly up at the portal home, Tony returned his eyes to Thor. Gone was the malice. All that remained was exhaustion.

"Doing what needs to be done...Prove it to me." He knocked his knuckles against Thor's sealed wound. The small, repetitive gesture was all he could manage. "C'mon...go. We'll see each...again."

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor doesn't go.

He just grows more frantic. "Do it!" he pleads. "You did it before, do it again!"

Thor tugs his right hand away from Tony's chest to grab his hand. Thor nearly loses his hold on it, their hands so slick with blood.

He clumsily attempts to fold Tony's hand into a fist, just as he remembered it when he had done whatever he had to heal his wound.

Thor holds it against Tony's chest and attempts to catch Tony's eyes.

"Tony..."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony let his head rest back onto the scorched earth, closing his eyes as if he was simply lying down for sleep.

"It's all...just a dream."

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor looks down at Tony, his brows furrowed. His mind is desperately groping for some explanation of what's happening.

"What?" he asks.

And then Thor wakes up.

Thor throws the covers off of him as he jolts upright. His head spins to look down at the Tony-less space next to him and finds a note sitting there.

Thor's hand immediately darts for the paper.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

The note was written down in decent print--almost illegible at the beginning with his researchers' slashmask script, though immediately an effort was made for it to be presentable.

"Good morning/afternoon/whenever Big Guy,

Sorry to doze and dash. I got a good five hours this time. 26% up from the average.

I had a breakthrough in between sleep cycles. Gonna find Rocket. Gotta see this through. I'm really close, I can feel it, y'know?

I want to wake up with you every morning. There'll be more of that once the suit stops the rinky-dink show.

-Tony

PS. I kissed the paper. You can kiss it back."

[st_ormbreaker]

For a half-minute after he's finished reading it, Thor looks down at the page he clutches tightly in his hand and says and does nothing.

Then abruptly he sets it down on the bed and pushes off the mattress and onto his feet.



When Thor finally leaves, he leaves a note behind as well.

Going out for a bit. Taking the tent.

Good luck with the suit. Speak with you in a few days.

xoxo
Thor