The brooches were backed by two study pin clasps, and Tony methodically pierced Thor’s loose sweater near his shoulders, setting them symmetrically to rest comfortably against his pronounced clavicle. Tony sat back to appraise the look of them—somewhat out of place, given his casual apparel, but he felt confident that would be forgotten in short time.

“Come on.” He smirked, rising as his robe shifted back into his warm peacoat. “The best part awaits.”