"You really want me to warm you up?" Thor looks at Tony, incredulous. He hadn't believed that he was actually serious about it. Tony seemed unserious about virtually everything.

Thor takes Tony's hands into his own, then folds then sandwiches them in between his own. Tony's hands are truly cold against his much warmer ones. Thor runs his hands over Tony's in quick motion, then leans over to let out a hot breath over them.

He looks up at Tony, long blonde locks falling into his face. "Are you good?"