Perfectly Suited

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony Stark was too old to play games. Every time he ran hot and cold with his partner was never a calculated power play so much as a deeply embedded habit built around mitigating whatever anxiety he’d built up. Even the old days full of ninja crawling out of bed just to avoid the morning after spiel were motivated by the intimidation (in part) of having them at all.

He’d gotten better at that part, though. Far better. Tony was curled up on the side of the long-suffering pink couch that wasn’t bearing a warped arm rest caused by some make-up rapporto sessuale from earlier in the evening, followed by a shower and the ceremonial poptart.

“You know—“ Tony brushed off some crumbs from his dark sweater, “You are terrible for my diet.”

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[st_arkravinghazelnut]

“I dunno.” Tony bumped his head against the bottom of Thor’s chin. “Nothing stopping me from running a composite about what our mish mash of genes would end up looking like.”

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor's smile is slight.

"I'd like to see that." It's hard for Thor to imagine what an imagined child of theirs might look like -- Thor's lighter hair, Tony's darker; Thor's larger, taller build, Tony's shorter, smaller one.

Thor tilts his neck so his lips touch the top of Tony's head.

"I'm sure they'd be beautiful. And charming. And they'd probably mouth off a little too much."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

“If it’s only a little, I’m not doing my job right.” Even when Peter was annoying Tony out of his skull with his dogged stubbornness, he was proud of the boy for it. Heroes didn’t just accept what others gave them, after all.

“I’ll tweak some of F.R.I.D.A.Y’s features. See what comes up.”

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor runs a hand over the back of Tony's head, down to his neck. He lets his hand settle comfortably there. The surf crashes a few times not terribly far from them. Thor briefly wonders how deep the ocean goes -- if eventually he'll hit some arbitrary depth and then be able to go no further, just as he and Tony reached some arbitrary height before they were stopped before.

"I'm glad that we could meet here," he says. Thor would get into the specifics, but there were so many of them and none of them all that cheery when you thought about it. "With all those alternate realities out there, I'm not sure there'd ever be another where we'd end up together."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony’s look softened at both the tender touch and even more tender words. Thor could have asked for anything in that moment and he’d have embarked on a mission to hand it to the man on a silver platter.

“Probably not. I’d put money on there being far more with you trying not to stomp out my guts.”

[st_ormbreaker]

"I think you'd probably have been fine unless you created another MurderBot," he says, using Bruce's word for Ultron.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Ultron was still a sore point, but Tony kept his mouth shut. He deserved it.

"No more MurderBots. No more secrets. No more skeletons in the closet, just shirts."

[st_ormbreaker]

"Then I think you'll be fine," Thor says, giving Tony's shoulder a squeeze. "Two years traversing the universe in search of the Infinity Stones did more to develop my sense of patience than the past 1400 years combined." True. "I rarely get as angry as I used to."

With a few expectations.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony nodded along, shrugging in suggestion. “What if you come to your room after a long day to find I’ve eaten the last Pop-Tart?”

[st_ormbreaker]

"That depends. What flavor Pop-Tart?"

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

“Strawberry.” Tony didn’t miss a beat. “Frosted. Little sprinkles and everything.”

[st_ormbreaker]

Of course Tony would know his favorite ones. It was the one he ate most frequently. He settled for other flavors when the powers that be failed to provide, but strawberry? With sprinkles?

His favorite.

"I would find it in my heart to forgive you." A beat. "Not immediately, though."

Frankly, he'd probably just be happy to see Tony had eaten anything at all, but given Tony's promise tonight, that was probably going to be less of an issue.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

“Wouldn’t be smacked with the divorce stick for that one?” Tony knuckled his cheek.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor looks up at the sky, smiling lightly. "I'll put together a list of divorcable offenses before the official ceremony."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

“Please do.” Tony pushed up on his toes to peck his lips. “I’m holding onto you real tight.”

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor smiles as Tony's lips touch his, then leans down to set his chin on the smaller man's shoulder, his arms wrapped around him. He misses Jane, just as he's sure Tony misses Pepper, but being here like this helps in a way nothing else had since even before he arrived here.

"The beach," he says, chin still resting on Tony's shoulder. "When it's warmer so both of us can go swimming." Thor would see the cold of the water as a challenge to be overcome. Tony on the other hand would probably turn into a human popsicle. Thor didn't want to ruin their honeymoon when one of them had to be treated for hypothermia.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"In coastal California? It'd be a sin not to." Tony had arrived in late summer, though he was too busy trying not to lose it to even ponder frolicking. "If you wanna spend the Honeymoon in the tent..." He nudged the side of Thor's head with his own. It'd let them pack up and leave whenever they (Tony, probably) got bored of one location.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor straightens after Tony's gentle head-nudge and looks down at his fiancee. Or was it husband?

"There's few things I'd like more."

Thor nods his head back in the direction of the inn. "We should get back."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

With a final pat to the larger man's cheek, Tony was suited up and making a steady ascent. "Race ya! Whoever crashes loses."

[st_ormbreaker]

"You're on, Stark."

Hand extended, Stormbreaker quickly snaps into his hand and just as quickly, the two of them speed off to the inn.