Dog Days 2: The Doggening

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

The moment his fiancé entered with a plate that reeked of sharp cheddar and spiced meats, it was all Tony could do to hold himself back from darting out from under the red couch and consummating his demands. He still had his superego past all the screaming canine id.

“For me?” His suit sounded off as it welcomed Thor in in his own voice.

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[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"Don't thank me yet." The AI within his suit had the decency to mimic sheepish body language, as Tony himself could not, cradled in Thor's arms. "You're gonna wanna sit down for this one, Hon."

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor does as Tony suggests, settling the dog into his lap. He absently strokes the pup's back.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"Okay, uh, just gonna come right out with this one." Iron Man gestured at the stiff pup. "That's me."

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor looks down at the dog.

The looks over at Iron Man.

"What."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

The armor popped open in short order to reveal nothing but an interior perfectly formed to fit Tony's body.

"Thank Loki."

Tony simply twisted his head to gaze up at Thor with a disarming adorable grin. Welp.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor stares uncomprehendingly at the empty armor for a few long moments before redirecting his attention back to the dog.

"Did you want this?" he asks uncertainly. Tony's answer will determine his next course of action.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"A super-genius gets super bored. What can I say?" The hollow Iron Man pulled himself back together, gesturing to match his off-handed tone. "We get lunch, we shoot the breeze, I ask him to turn me into a dog, then he swoops in while I'm about to fall asleep and I'm in a world where my hair's thrice the size of my body."

Tony just kept grinning and wagging his tail in a bid to keep Thor and his intimidating strength in check.

[st_ormbreaker]

"Loki won't turn me into a dog," Thor says, clearly distressed. He runs a hand over the pup's hair. Thor can't deny that he doesn't mind Tony in this diminutive form.

"How do you like it?"

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony merely yipped in contentment, content to answer for himself this time. His tongue darted out to flatter Thor's hand holding him loosely.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor smiles at the display of affection.

"I quite liked it, too," he tells him. "Made it much easier to forget the things that are bothering you."

At least it did for Thor. He hopes it's the same for Tony. He could probably use it after the past few weeks.

Or past few months.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

‘And a controlled way to get the feel for transformation!’ Tony rolled over in his grip, exposing his belly with all of his little limbs curled up in the air.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor gets the picture immediately and scritches the pup right on the belly.

"Even as a dog you are cute."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

‘Was there ever any doubt?’ Tony stretched out long, tongue lolling out as he reached his paws as far as they’d go.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor scritches with more furor, clearly pleased with the pup's reaction.

"How long do you plan on staying like this?"

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

“For however long it stays interesting.” Iron Man piped back up, delivering the plate of appetizing goods to his now-canine half.

Tony grunted in affirmation, opening his mouth to receive a slice of cheesy bacon.

[st_ormbreaker]

"Is that healthy for a dog?" Thor asks. Some might argue that it's not healthy for a human, but with Tony's new, diminutive form, he was concerned that the impact might be much greater than it would be if he were in his normal bipedal form. "I don't want you to get sick."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

“Healthy? No. Harmful? No—in small quantities. Delicious enough to justify it? Yes.” Tony chewed a crispy bit while it was still warm.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor glances at the heaping plate of meat and cheese with a dubious look, then goes back to scritching Tony behind the ears.

"Don't stray too far from the inn without someone with you," he says. "There are dangerous creatures there. Creatures far more dangerous for a person of your size."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

“Have you seen me?” Iron Man wagged a sausage over Tony’s nose, making him whine petulantly. “I am clearly a luxury breed. Being hand-fed on the lap of royalty is what I was born for, not scavenging in the woods.”

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor hums at that, then momentarily dislodges his hand from the dog's significantly fluff to gesture at the Iron Man suit.

"How are you able to speak through that thing, anyway?" It was Tony speaking, wasn't it?

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

“What thing?” Iron Man drew back and gestured at himself while Tony shook his head in an effort to break the skin of the sausage. “Me? I’ve always spoken for myself. You know that.”

[st_ormbreaker]

"Doesn't explain how it can translate from dog to English." Thor plucks a piece of cheesy bacon from the plate and begins chewing away on it. No way that Tony will be able to finish this all himself.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"Simply put? I can't." Iron Man gestured at the dog still possessed with the sausage. "This is all me. Tony Stark. ...Well. His essence. In essence."

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor is perplexed.

"I don't understand."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"He's the original hard drive." Iron Man gestured once again at the Pomeranian patiently. "I'm the back-up. The carbon copy--Wait, did you ever learn your way around e-mails? Alright, scratch that. Direct is best. I'm an A.I. constructed from Tony Stark's consciousness."