Dog Days

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"How was your New Years?" No sooner had Tony plopped down on the stool beside his brother-in-law to be was he making small talk, leaning well over to get the chef's attention. The kitten antics had subsided naturally as both men seemed to have rebounded from the trauma of the holiday season--rather manically, in Tony's case. He wasn't bouncing off the walls as he was on New Years Eve, though he had a rather large spring in his step.

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[st_arkravinghazelnut]

“Dare I ask?” What was it with Asgardians and their reckless stabbing? You hate someone? Stab. You love someone? Stab. Mild annoyance? Stab. Enthusiastic greeting? Stab.

Though, Thor never relished it so much as he tolerated it—or saw it as a game between the two. If he was into it Tony was fairly certain he’d have gotten the hint by now.

[st_ratagem]

"What's to ask? She's very good with a blade." Whether it was personal or impersonal, it didn't matter. "Sparring with her is very entertaining."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony squinted. “I’ve been told I’m a decent wingman.”

[st_ratagem]

"What? No." Even if he'd needed the help - which for a wonder he did not, so far - that wasn't how things worked. "It's never like that, believe me."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

‘I tried, Thor.’ Tony took a swig off his melted water, making a face at the odd taste. “Bonus points if you post a Lost Dog notice. You know. Spin a narrative.”

[st_ratagem]

"We'll see." It might be funnier just to amplify the mystery of the dog suddenly roaming around. Lost dogs happened all the time. A mysterious dog roaming for unknown reasons, causing random chaos to erupt in its wake? Much more interesting.