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]

“—If I’d never got shoved into that cave in Afghanistan.” He finished, turning around to lean back against the table.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor hums at that, his fingers, stopped a few moments before now running their hands through Tony's soft fur.

"You never told me what happened there."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

He shrugged a shoulder, tossing a little smile their way. “Story for another day.” Then, the holographic Tony Stark blinked out of existence. Before he could be missed, the Iron Man armor rose, picking up his helmet and putting it back on his shoulders. “Alright, it’s a sad day when I have to choose between having a physical body and being handsome.”

[st_ormbreaker]

"You could ask the other Tony to build you a proper body." Thor strains to remember the name of the scientist they met before Sokovia. He thought maybe she liked him, but now he can't even remember her name.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

“Nah. Staying in my lane with this one. Anything I’d get would be built off a grid that ain’t—“ He patted the glowing arc reactor, making the pup’s head rise back up. He sounded a few little yips that didn’t quite make it out of his throat.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor sets his pint-sized paramor on the couch beside him and stands to retrieve the platter. He rips off a bit of sausage and offers it to Tonypup.

"Built off a grid that ain't...?" he asks, as he sits back down.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony rose to all fours and immediately began to dance in place at Thor intuitively understanding his request, and all four paws jittering as the still-warm treat approached his snout.

"I'm not taking a body powered by electricity, which is the best I could hope for with this rinky-dink operation. And the suit isn't programmed to adopt any human forms." The AI stated with a slight huff, adopting a three-piece suit while his helmet remained, making him look like the third member of Daft Punk. "If I pocketed any of the spare arc reactors before I got assimilated..."

[st_ormbreaker]

"You don't think you could make one?" Thor asks, spinning a finger at the AI. Maybe Thor's confidence in Tony's abilities was ill-placed, but Tony was easily the smartest Midgardian Thor knew.

Thor waits for Tony to finish his current bite before he tears away a little more sausage and holds it between two fingers to take.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

“Maybe with the lab. It’s in its final stages.” Throughout all the madness, he’d managed to stay consistent enough with Kitty’s aid. “Why? Would you like to see me with one?” He struck a slight pose, adjusting his tie. Tony barked once in excitement, standing on his hind legs.

[st_ormbreaker]

"If you want a body, you should have one," Thor says, avoiding an answer. Thor snaps off a bit of bacon and mindlessly offers it to his excited canine companion. "Can you ask Tony for one?"

Thor can't get over how incredibly bizarre it feels to talk about Tony with another one.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

The AI gave a knowing chuckle, but left it at that, the suit rippling back into his armor proper. "It's not a priority. You won't see much of me unless Numero Uno gets indisposed. Or wants to be in multiple places at once. Who knows." He gestured at the dog now working his jaws with the meaty treat. "Enough about me. Why don't you go frolic with the little guy?"

[st_ormbreaker]

"You think I can train him to catch a frisbee?"

Thor looks down at the pup appraisingly. He's not entirely sure the pom can even lift a frisbee, let alone catch one.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony looked back up at Thor, pondering how long the 'witless dog' act should be carried out. 'Ah hell. Whatever. Let him have his fun.' Once he cleared the shreds of meat from his jaws, he jumped down and stretched out his fluffy legs, pacing in expectant circles for playtime.

"Only one way to find out, I'd say. Be gentle." The AI rubbed his chin, picturing the original reduced to a fine mist with a projectile thrown by the God of Thunder.

[st_ormbreaker]

"I will be very careful." Thor is the very picture of serious. "He is absolutely precious to me. I assure you, no harm will come to him."

Thor rises to his feet, offers the AI a smile, then smiles down at the tiny Tonypup. "We should go find a frisbee, then. I think I saw one in the lost and found."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

At that, Tony was reminded of his original mission. He started and struck all his limbs out at the ready, holding Thor's stare for a moment before spinning in a blur of brown and speckled black and white and shooting off like a bullet out the door.

[st_ormbreaker]

"Tony!"

Thor gives the Tony AI a quick nod of appreciation, then bolts after Tony, leaving him alone with a half-finished plate of cheesy sausage and bacon.