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I know it’s been a long while since I posted on this blog. Truth is, I was really excited to make Tony and get going on him, but as soon as I made him, I kind of hit a wall, not with him, but with life in general. 

2019 was a really hard year for me, especially the second half. I had a very long and extensive dip in my depression and anxiety and I just didn’t have the energy to be online. Because of that, Tony never really got a chance to get off the ground and I ended up neglecting him and letting him fall to the wayside despite how much I was genuinely excited for him.

Since coming out of my mental health slump, I’ve revised a love for quite a few old muses and taken up a few more. For that reason, I’ve decided to create a multi-muse in addition to my main blog ( @storiesofwildfire ). 

I will be moving Tony onto this multi-muse!! 

If you would like to follow me and pick up interactions or plot new stuff, please feel free. Follow me over at @grimoireweavers for Tony and several other muses that I’ve been working on!

The blog is still a work in progress, but I’m slowly getting it there!

I just wanted to stop in and say that I’ve updated my theme and added a bunch of info in like verse descriptions and connections. The incredibly talented Smudge over at @incrediblewithin actually made all the graphics for my new theme and it’s honestly so beautiful, I can’t stop staring at it.

So all of my blog maintenance has been done and it good to go!

I wanted to touch on why I’ve been so quiet lately. Recently, my mental health took a really bad tank as my father’s health was called into question. He’s doing okay and I’m slowly coming out of the worst of my depression, but I haven’t had a lapse in depression/anxiety this bad in quite a long time. I’m still kind of stuck in the funk and while I am getting better, it’s been a difficult road for me the last few weeks. I haven’t even been super active on my main blog either, which has really depressed me.

I’m hoping to get back to writing here over the next couple of days, but while I’m trying to pull myself out of my own head, I’m not anxious to push myself too hard, you know? So I will be getting back to business as usual, but I will be taking my time with it as best I can. Once I’m feeling better, I’m hoping to reach out to some mutuals for plotting.

If you’d like to plot, feel free to shoot me a message! You can also find me over on @storiesofwildfire as well. Discord is available for mutuals upon request too, so never be afraid to reach out and shook me a message.

This is an independent roleplay blog for Tony Stark based primarily off of a mixture of Marvel’s MCU and my own personal headcanons. I do dip into the comics as well, but I am just starting to read most of them, so please be patient with me in that department. I am not in association with Marvel and claim no profits from this blog.

This is also not a fandom blog, meaning most of the posts will be in-character responses to threads and asks. All reblogs will be in relation to Tony or any of the characters or ideas that make up his world.

@theironaudi asked: ❛ delete your search history. ❜

These lessons had been a good use of time. 

Upon Atreus’ suggestion he had sought to grasp a better understanding of this world and it’s advances, though many seemed backwards in his eyes. The damage they had done, their greed, the love of needless hoarding - but some of it was indeed beautiful. Even he could not deny such. 

They could speak with their family across distances that even horns could not carry them. Travel without spells and seek the stars without the gift of Gods. It was fascinating if not concerning of how they arrived to such a thing, his people had much. They were a great society, build about a world that carried them and they gave in turn but it was a different complexity, a different life.

To begin with it had been an arduous task. 

He had been self taught in many ways through his years and lived a long few but much of this surpassed anything he had seen and each seeming guide to help led only to more questions, more goals and more annoyance. His mentor now had been a willing one though Kratos suspects it had been to save the bodiless spirit within his walls from the wrath of the Gods axe, this Friday spoke distended and unnatural, he did not trust it, no matter how kind it may seem. 

This Tony, their forge smith and builder, he had looked to bring Kratos into their so called modern age. He had agreed if only so that his ability on the field did not waver. He could not fight unknown enemies, a war without knowledge was a war lost and he had a family to protect, a small home he wished to see left standing this time. So he had agreed.

They had begun with gadgets, technology. None of it was of use to him in battle, not at first but he had been assured that to understand the larger scale he must know the basics. A solid foundation leaves a sturdy building, wise words.

He had continued on. 

Learning to touch so lightly had been strange. His hands were not made for such things but with each press the odd mirror would only crack more, angry, sparking electricity at him that filled the air and often had him leaving a hole within the wall so that it did not endanger them immediately. He overcame that, thankful for the softness his wife had taught him before her passing, thankful still for his child and grandchildren teaching him to be lighter in his handling. It took only three of the small devices for him to master the movements but there was more to come. 

The internet was frustrating. The simplistic were understood, a large hive mind of connections that fed information the way verbal talk would but far more rapidly. They would retrieve the gear you needed and display it, though none of it was physical. It reminded him much of the viewing shards or mimic windows within the Witches house or the Gods crystals. It could show you your desires but always at a price. 

He had today done something wrong, a misstep, miscalculation and within seconds the screen was blaring a sound that pierced like a dragons scream. Vicious and infuriating but he had overcome his instincts to launch it to the walls, to break it apart or to watch it suspiciously and instead had asked the house spirit to call for the smith to see what damage may need repairing. 

Alongside the smith was the healer, he merely shrugged at the explanation that Banner would act whilst Tony explained, allowing for them to handle things quicker. The pair were an odd couple but he cared little for it if it got what he needed done. Frowning down as fingers quick as an archer organised the images before him. 

The statement has him frowning deeply, looking to the other with clear disapproval. He did not know what that meant and Tony knew well he did not but the smile on his face was not liked in the least. 

Nothing more was being done than reading. Atreus had been teaching to read Norse and this new English well and he wished to surprise the child with better stories of his own, knowing he lacked in such a skill and hoping to hone it. To be better at it. He had followed previous instruction, found what he needed only for it all to go wrong.

“It’s an add. Well, it was, you must have clicked it whilst scrolling, I’m doing a virus scan now, Tony will explain.”

Kratos grunts at the healers answer, looking back to the Smith in expectation. He can not know how to avoid such underhanded tactics if he had no knowledge of them and though Tony may like to play, to evade and dodge he would have that soon enough. 

They both knew it. 

“This pad of yours, it tracks me? Erasing my history, you want me to go unfollowed, be sure my steps are not seen.” 

The screen did not work with hand wrappings and he could not fight an enemy unseen, it was all frustrating enough, taking the device from Banner who laughs in answer only to be dismissed, he was not needed this evening, Tony was plenty capable. Pushing it pointedly back into the hands of the self proclaimed engineer. 

“You will show me how. Now. I do not want more of your house spirits tracking me back to my family.”

⁕—-» The entire situation revolving around Loki’s father had been a strange one. Kratos... didn’t exactly look like he could have been Loki’s father and they were so vastly different in personality and tone that seeing how they could be related was a difficult venture. At first, at least. The more time Tony spent with the pair, the more he saw how they got along.

Loki never stopped talking. They were a gifted storyteller, a problem solver, and the type of person you could easily lose yourself to listening to for hours on end. Tony would know, he’d done it himself. They were wickedly intelligent as well, often rivaling the intellect of even their strongest teammates, though Loki had been to many worlds and experienced so much more than most of the humans, they often felt even more well-versed on... most things. Beneath a friendly smile and what Tony came to see as a very tender and open heart, though, he saw glimpses of Loki’s anger and pain and determination to carry on calmly rather than lashing out. Stubborn as all Hell and protective of those they cared about...

Well, it wasn’t difficult to see how Loki could be Kratos’ child.

Kratos didn’t speak all that often, really only ever offering up his voice when he had to. He wasn’t much of a storyteller, but he was smart and quick-thinking as well. He often threw caution to the wind if something needed to be addressed whether it was an actually intelligent thing to do or not, though, and while he didn’t talk much, he did love surrounding himself with people who did. He’d pretend to be annoyed, but Tony knew he loved listening to the ramblings of his friends and loved ones. There were very few things he seemed to enjoy more than listening to Loki’s stories. Where he most saw their similarities were definitely in their stubborn determination, the rage that they so carefully controlled with reminders of calm’s importance, and their willingness to throw themselves in front of a threat to keep their friends safe.

It’d taken him by surprise when Loki requested he help Kratos learn about modern technology and how present day Earth functioned. Loki seemed... particularly protective of their father, which could have made the engineer laugh if it weren’t for the fact that he didn’t want Loki to stab him. Loki and Kratos were so protective of one another it was cute, and the occasional shocked pikachu meme he saw Loki do when remembering they actually had a father that loved them was also incredibly adorable.

Tony thought teaching Kratos would be challenging. He seemed so out of date, the genius often wondered if it was possible to modernize him at all, but Kratos took to his lessons rather well. Just by spending a little bit of time with Loki, he’d picked up on modern language quickly, and after that, he didn’t seem to have too much trouble digesting the things that he and Bruce had to show him.

Even if he did keep referring to Friday as a ‘house spirit’. It didn’t seem to matter how many times Tony explained that Friday wasn’t a spirit, she was a program he designed to be useful and to keep him company--God, though, he missed Jarvis... Maybe he ought to boot up one of Jarvis’ old files and finally bring him back--Kratos just would not accept that Friday was, in fact, an AI.

“Friday’s not a spirit,” he reminded Kratos despite literally knowing it would do nothing to change the Spartan’s mind. He didn’t bother elaborating, though, and instead, he accepted the screeching tablet that Kratos shoved into his hands.

Nimble fingers worked quickly to silence the blaring cacophony of what was probably an ad for one of those games that disguised itself as an innocent enough play but quickly turned into porn. He managed to get rid of the screen the tablet seemed frozen on, which silenced the device immediately, and then navigated to Kratos’ search history. Clearing it would hopefully deal with the worst of it, though if a virus had been accidentally downloaded or started spreading, more work would definitely be needed.

Since Bruce’s scan hadn’t picked up anything and the tablet seemed to be in proper working order, Tony wasn’t too concerned about it, but he figured teaching Kratos how to avoid such things in the future was probably for the best.

“Not your history,” he explained. “Your search history here. Look--” He held the tablet out to show Kratos the screen again. “Your internet browser keeps track of every search you’ve ever done and every website you’ve been to. The top result right there? That was an ad you accidentally clicked on which tried to take you to some porn game that might have downloaded a virus--in computer terms, that just means a program that’s designed to destroy the hard drive of a device in some way. Often corrupting saved files like photos or word documents, or worse things. You can delete your search history by clicking her and then here--”

He pointed to a few symbols that would accomplished the desired tasks, though he didn’t push any of them just yet. Instead, he decided to click on the page Kratos had been looking at before the ad popped up. A relatively harmless website, it seemed, a database of stories. 

As he scrolled down, he searched for the ad that might have triggered the distressing noise in the first place, but he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. It didn’t take a genius level IQ to put two and two together. Kratos wasn’t exactly good with stories or communication at all, for that matter, but his child thrived off them. Loki was literally the God of Stories and a figure many credited with the creation of storytelling. Many people believed that without Loki, humanity would have no way to record history at all. For Kratos to spend so much time studying and learning new stories that he could share with Loki spoke of how much he not only loved his child, but wished to bond with them further.

It was sad that they’d been separated for so long, that Loki didn’t get to grow up with Kratos, but them coming back together and rekindling their bond was honestly such a beautiful thing to watch. Most of them didn’t know what it was like to have good parents, especially in the father department, so having that positive paternal energy lingering about was honestly a lovely breath of fresh air. 

Not that Tony was an overly emotional sap or anything...

“Ah, okay here. These little boxes--” He pointed to an ad to the left of a story he thought was about a Wendigo. Not exactly Nordic or Greek in origin, but maybe Kratos was trying to expand their horizons? “--these are ads. Some of them are genuinely trying to sell you a product or service and if you click them, it’ll just take you to a website selling shoes or books or something similar. Some of them are disguised to look like ads but they actually just take you to a website that could potentially be harmful to you or your device. General consensus on these types of things is to just not click them. If you see one, it doesn’t mean the website you’re on is dangerous, it just means you should try to be cautious while you’re scrolling, is all. Fortunately, I don’t think you clicked on anything serious, so it should be fine. I’ll clear out your history while Bruce finishes up that scan.”

Tony was mindful to save the URL of the website Kratos had been reading, though, so once he cleared the God’s history, he could bring Kratos back to the stories he’d been reading for Loki’s benefit. 

“If you want, I can show you how to save pages in your favorites so you can find them later? You could make a folder of websites that revolve around stories so you can easily refer back to them with Loki?”

In some ways it was unavoidable. Humans are sociable creatures by design but if you place them into forced co-existence and remove a great deal of freedom by expectation of good behaviour they will inevitably start to fall apart. A social hierarchy forms in all sorts of communication but it worsens quickly if there is a noticeably favoured party placed in there by pre-existent expectations. 

Steve, Tony - they were pre-existing prejudices more than anything. A stigma placed on Tony by a long existing public eye. An image of a play boy, a bit of an ass and a rich daddy’s boy rivalled quite efficiently with a heavily nostalgia, not remotely reality layered ideal on Steve’s wholesome American boy pie picture.

It’s no surprise to anyone that the two biggest names there headed the two fractions and whilst some members of the Avengers had no time or want for picking sides as things often did it ended that way. Fuck, Bruce had seen first hand the split humanity took when its judgement was clouded by presumption. The Good, awkward, weak Banner verses the monster Hulk ring any bells? Steve and Tony did not get on, Steve and Tony already had pre-made fans and enemies, it quickly became less of a team and more of a two vs two. 

Now that’s not to say the pair are completely to blame for their current issue, no, he sure as hell doesn’t help given he can’t stand most of the stuck up pricks in SHIELD, Bucky despite best efforts is a hot topic and not the good kind and Natasha is side eyed by almost everyone involved. Still they were sure as hell the spear head of the divide, a petty thing but a thing all the same so he can’t say he really disagrees with Pepper that they, as a whole, need to learn to grow up and get on. He can’t even argue that he didn’t need to learn to be more sociable in the tower but a relationship building team retreat? That’s just asking to start more shit. 

Really you shove already terbulous relationships into confined quarters with no personal enjoyments, no distractions and expected hourly interaction and then think ah yes, they’ll all come out of this alive? No. Fuck no. 

As a guy with multiple degrees in psychology he can firmly say bad idea when he sees one and this? Bad. Idea. Morale was low enough at this point, most people sulking in their rooms for the first night… him included and Tony hadn’t even waited half a fucking hour before starting to chatter anxiously. 

He wanted to be pissed off when Tony started fussing, practically pacing the room but it’s hard to be when he gets it. Knowing how it feels to be caged in, knowing how it feels to have all of your control stripped away to mandatory smile and wave or be punished in a way that usually meant public slander and potential imprisonment. 

Instead of strangling him Bruce reaches out a hand, grabs Tony’s and plucks them away from the fuzzing and fiddling with anything in reach, plucking the small set of magnets from his pocket and pushing them into outheld palms. It’s not much but they keep him from tearing holds in his sleeves so they might help here as well. 

“I get the top bunk because I’ll end up in your fucking bed later anyway and I am not almost dying climbing up that shitty thing called a ladder at two in the- did you say twink?” 

Bruce’s head snaps around fast, brows pulling down in mild offence. He’s not a twink, he’s been called a lot of things in his life but a twink? What about him is even twink like? Nothing, he was stocky, he wasn’t particularly young and he sure as hell didn’t work his mouth in any way called sweet. 

The sound that leaves him has Hulk cackling in his head, clearly finding the entire thing hilarious. He’d been singing plenty of campfire songs all day but the soft coo of   ( twinky Banner ) has him shutting the mental door right in his grinning face.

“I’m not a- You know the original definition was roughly meant to mean any guy becoming a dominant males partner right? That’s you. You’re the twink in this scenario and you are definitely taking the bottom bed now. Bottom. Bed.” 

Bruce growls a rough sound before catching the bar at the top and hauling himself up. Scaling it like him being up there might stop Tony following, it never did the guy had a speciality for getting right into his personal space with zero regard for his own safety but it’s a nice claim to make and he shifts about making it with a roll of his eyes at Tony claiming it’s complicated. It’s not all that dismissive, he knows it is, more the frustration at the situation its self. 

You don’t mix business with pleasure he’d learnt that with Betty and yet a small voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like an amuse joe whispering at him reminds him that isn’t he doing just that? The hidden moments in the lab and stolen seconds on the walls after a fight? They’re not exactly lacking in pleasurable mingling. 

He makes the choice to tell the voice to shut up, glancing over the edge down as Tony’s voice softens in the way that tells him he’s being more honest than usual. Giving a low sigh at the uncertainty in his voice. Pepper was still a hell of a sore spot, he understood that and Bruce offers a small smile, leaning over the edge to lightly flick Tony’s temple and get his attention. 

“Hey, I get it and you don’t have to explain it, I’m just complaining more than anything. You’re good in not firing her for a break up, better then most guys in a position like that and I’m sure she appreciates it. Even if this feels more like a punishment I mean Jesus have you seen Clint before his coffee? And he’s having to earn it with chores now, we’re all going to be dead come sunrise.” 

Bed made and bag tucked on the edge Bruce settles with his legs crossed instead, snorting at the very idea of Tony rooming with Steve. They’d have less time then sunrise, either dead or angrily fucking within a few hours. In all truth he knew Tony wasn’t interested past purely aesthetic appreciation but the thought still had him pressing his lips together, gaze flicking to the door as he adjusts his glasses.

Not for the first time part of him is glad he’s one of the only ones who likes Tony’s company authentically if only because it means he got this end of the straw.

“I don’t think she’s that cruel, or that stupid. Besides you’re the only one who’d be willing to actually sleep near me without some form of weaponry anyway, maybe that’s her punishment. I might take advantage of you and eat your brains or something terribly monstrous.” 

⁕—-» Bruce’s willingness to simply reach out and grab hold of Tony didn’t really take him by surprise anymore. They’d exchanged enough heated kisses after a fight or a battle and snuck one too many moments of blissful pleasure in the lab when they were supposed to be working to find the behavior odd or unwelcome. Tony often found himself longing for Bruce’s touch, especially if Bruce wasn’t around, so any time the other actually reached out to him, Tony let him.

Tony, someone who didn’t like to be touched, didn’t like to be handed things, didn’t like his personal space invaded without invitation or warning, didn’t seem to give a single care that Bruce did so constantly. Then again, Bruce only ever did it for positive reasons. Pleasure, intimacy, trying to help calm Tony out of a growing anxiety attack...

As Bruce reaches for him now, even as he fusses and fidgets with anything he can, Tony doesn’t lean away from him, doesn’t even eye the doctor curiously or suspiciously. If his hands were in Bruce’s hands, it meant they couldn’t be anywhere else, couldn’t worry knots into his clothes or sheets or break the only source of entertainment they likely had in the room. He does, however, arc a brow at his bunkmate when Bruce pulls out a set of small magnets from his pocket and slides them into Tony’s hands. 

He’s seen them a few times, knows Bruce fidgets with them when he had nothing else to occupy himself, and the fact that he’d willingly hand them over to him because he thought they would bring Tony more comfort than they would himself... Well, the feeling that fluttered in his chest was almost enough to make him forget that he was stuck on this stupid retreat in the first place. The type of feeling that had Tony wondering how the rest of the team hadn’t put two and two together yet to deduce that he and Bruce had this secret fling going on. The type of feeling that made him 100% sure he’d set his eyes on Bruce and wanted those flings to go further...

How did so many people tease him and Steve for having so much pent up aggression towards one another because they really just liked each other and couldn’t admit it when Tony so obviously pinned after Bruce Banner?

How was that not completely obvious?

Clearly, every single member of the team with maybe the exception of Clint were thick as the day was long. 

He wanted to ask if Bruce was sure about handing him the little magnets, ensure that Bruce wouldn’t need them, or promise to give them back if he did, but Bruce lightly urged Tony to curl his fingers around them and the engineer hardly got out more than a soft thanks. Heart beating a mile a minute, Tony could definitely feel the warmth rising to his cheeks. Thankfully, he was rather tan--how? He didn’t know, he never left the damn lab these days--which helped hide some of the pink coloration that filled his cheeks. 

Moments like this made him wonder how anyone could be afraid of Bruce. Actually, most moments made him wonder that, but he had such a caring nature for Tony, one that didn’t even make logical sense because Tony could be such an annoyance. Tony should have been personally designed to stress Bruce out and pique his anger, but Tony never actually succeeded in making him angry. Even when purposefully trying to.

Though, he had to admit, the look of offense at the insinuation of being called a twink had Tony’s chocolate eyes lighting up so quick, he couldn’t even pretend not to look pleased with him. Plus, you know, Bruce insisted that the reason Tony needed the bottom bunk was because Bruce would end up “sleeping” with him anyway and they didn’t need to try to squeeze themselves into the top bunk where they’d both likely hurt themselves at three in the morning. 

“I know what twink means, Bruce. I’ve been called a twink enough to know by now and yeah, I guess when it comes to us, I’d definitely be the twink of the pair--” He wasn’t ashamed of it, though maybe openly talking about it was a bit too close to admitting that they were in a relationship or that he wanted it to be official... Ah fuck it, Bruce literally just said he fully expected to end up in Tony’s bed by the end of the night, so. “But if we were walking down the street together and random strangers saw us, they would have a hard time distinguishing that fact and that’s just the truth.”

Bruce wasn’t the first person Tony submitted to. In fact, Tony took up a submissive role in just about every meaningful relationship and sexual encounter he had, but his point still stood. 

“You’re a pretty boy and you have to accept that sooner or later.” Soft chuckles rolled off his lips as Bruce stubbornly hoisted himself up onto the top bunk. “And I already agreed to take the bottom bunk!”

His attention falls to the magnets in his hands, though, carefully prying them apart just to let them stick back together at odd angles. He didn’t really want to think about Pepper, honestly, despite her being half the reason the entire team got sucked into this team building exercise to begin with. Pepper was an open wound that had a difficult time closing because she was still such a massive part of Tony’s life and likely would be for ages to come. Their split hurt, but he knew it was for the best, especially since his affections spun elsewhere.

The pain more so stemmed from being unable to get away from Pepper and let the wounds heal. Well that, and knowing he’d failed her to the point that she didn’t want to be with him anymore... Yeah, that was hard to digest.

He found himself lost in his own thoughts after his confession of how difficult it was to deal with Pepper and how angry this little group therapy thing made him. At least until Bruce reached down to flick the side of his head. Gentle, teasing in a way, to get his attention without actually causing any discomfort. Tony still wrinkled his nose in mock annoyance anyway as he finally looked up from the magnets and turned his attention to Bruce.

“Clint without his coffee and you without your tea. Yeah, morning’s gonna be a nightmare,” Tony agreed and yes, he absolutely knew Bruce’s habits of having tea in the morning followed by coffee during the day and more tea at night. He paid attention to those sorts of things, kept the brands on hand that he knew Bruce favored, sometimes even made him said beverages. At least he could make tea and coffee. Cooking food for Bruce, though? That would have been a mistake.

Cooking food for anyone would have been a mistake unless he wanted to kill them.

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Looking to the space about him Heimdall could see the scars that lay in armor. The groves of battles won and lost. There were weapons yes, a power that could cause both harm and fear yet as far the eye could see, and his could indeed see far, there was a longing to help as well. Alongside repulsers lay plans for assistants, alongside schematics were designs to make them accessible. For all Tony could to destroy that he built he built it in love, it was there in the way that Dum-E brings another bottle and beeps giddily at him with the touch of praise, there in the way that records and music lined the wall and love seeped into the very coding of the place.

Love and more, magic woven into the brands, whispers of promise soon to be harnessed if only a hand could guide it. Heimdall hoped one day to speak in person to the other man, to share a love of technology and the blooming of all things new. It saddens him the terms on which they finally had to meet.

Still his amusement follows as Tony asks for information but Friday gives none. Loyalty to Tony so strong that Heimdall raises a brow when the AI seeks to scan him, attempting to flick through a thousand files and in find something, anything in their bountiful information that might appease their creator. 

They would find none. Thor had been very careful to keep him away from Midgards data files, charming as it was their desire to know all weaknesses they had only stories of him and even those were seldom far and few.

Still he is not one to hide, inclining his head as Tony watches him, watching just as calmly in turn until a beep has his attention, turning away from the mortal to collect a small canister of oil and lean down to the little cleaner at the corner, drumming his fingers over the top and with a dash of gold he fills it’s canister leaving it with relief of a full tank once more.

It is not deliberate to keep Tony in waiting but he knew that the other was all the more eager in his impatience and they had time. At least for now, he wished for Tony to see he meant no harm in the space he found himself and the små metaller were simply so charming, they were hard to resist affection. 

“Friday will find nothing of me in your databases, you lack the truth of many outside of Midgard. It is not your fault, Thor was under orders not to inform you of me. Please know he would not have kept it were it not important, he sends his greetings, naturally.” 

The bite in Tony’s tone brings laughter, not demeaning of course simply finding it delightful that despite being completely incapable of harming him Tony never did let the anxiety bubbling in every twitch of his fingers beat the careful facade he had built himself. He was strong, seldom few gave credit in that. Not many would face him with such brash tone and hide their uncertainty so well. 

“I was not unannounced and I am not your guest, well, not entirely. Your tower is very welcoming, it likes to keep you happy. It opened eagerly at the idea of you having company, you have gone a few days without anyone have you not? I only explained that I required to talk to you and it let me pass. My name is Heimdall. I was the watcher of Asgard, until it burnt. I am sorry we had to meet this way, I have admired your growth in technology for some time. I have not seen such advancements since the Dwarves first uncovered the stones, a small risk of longevity is the stagnancy that comes with the illusion of immortality.” 

Golden eyes sweep once more across the work tops and his senses turn to the songs the wires sing as they cross, the way that electricity hums as it works to build and bring life to the lifeless. People think of technology as cold, something to use – a tool. It is, in truth, far more complicated than that. Everything in the realms is part of Yggdrasil, each metal and rock intristically linked to her veins, it does not matter if it speaks a language you can not. If it enjoys helping to a point of seeming in servitude or if it thrums with power to obey.

It had always been a quiet love of his own and the Bifrost had been both his greatest triumph and his worst creation. In some sense he empathises with the line that Tony Stark walks with each build that could be both good and bad dependant only on the one it choses to aid. 

They were good in his hands when his hands were steady enough to hold them. 

Heimdall raises his own at the thought, coaxing the screen at the back of the wall to open. Turning his gaze up ever politely.

“Friday if you would not mind, a search of Heimdallr in Nordic mythology may aid your identification of me. I am afraid little of it is accurate but it is all your people have.” 

The accusation of theft brings his attention quickly back. Studying the one before him intently. So many had taken from Tony over the years, under the guise of friends or foe alike and much of it entirely shameless. It brought only further guilt in knowing what Heimdall must ask of him, what the Gods might ask of him but it would not be without return, it would not be without equal measure. They may not have bountiful coin or a glorious hall of weapons but Heimdall knows well none of that would interest Tony, instead he hoped to offer something better.

For he had seen the advancement of the stars before this realm had fully formed. He had seen technology lost to the blood shed of others, technology thought yet never quite perfected. Perhaps in turn for his aid of Thor’s people Heimdall might give Tony some joy in knowing his love of knowledge is not the only one to exist. 

He would be more than happy to share it after all. 

“I desire to steal nothing from you. In fact I come asking for your help as much as I wish there was no need for it. Thor’s father held a final secret in his death. A daughter who sought to ruin all that he had built in his cruelty. Thor caused Ragnarok in order to stop her, Asgard now lays in ashes and the Asgardians have no home. No where to go. He looks to bring them here no matter the many objections. The ship will be arriving in a few weeks, he thought perhaps Steve Rogers might help. Jane, Rhodey, any with political prowess who would give them sanctuary but you and I know well that none of them will be enough. It was my hope that you would be willing to aid Asgard one more time. We can not offer you much in turn but I have seen many things in my time I would be honored to share with you and I believe we have a friend of yours alongside us. Doctor Banner also gives his greetings.” 

⁕—-» ”So you’re one of Thor’s friends? Why would you come instead of him?” he asked. Not that he really expected Thor to make special appearances to him these days. Thor came and went as he pleased and his love of Midgard seemed to come and go just as easily as his mood changed. Tony wouldn’t have called himself close to Thor in any real respect. They were friends, the engineer enjoyed when Thor was around, but he so often wasn’t, it seemed foolish to get mixed up with longing for the Asgardian to come back. Sometimes, Tony wondered if they’d ever see Thor again. He didn’t seem to have a great handle on how time on Earth moved or how quickly a human’s life could be taken from them.

Even still, knowing, understanding, and accepting that they were just a small part of Thor’s life, it still read as offensive that Thor wouldn’t turn up himself. They were friends, weren’t they? They were close, far closer than Tony was to this strange man refilling the oil canisters and chatting with his droids as if he belonged there. 

At least if Tony rushed down to his lab to find Thor rummaging through his things, he wouldn’t have been surprised, fearful, or angry. Okay, maybe a little bit angry, because every time Thor went into Tony’s lab, he ended up breaking something... But at least it would have made sense. Thor was a friend, a member of the team, and always welcomed by Tony’s bots and security measures. The man who came instead? A stranger and someone Tony couldn’t automatically assume could be trusted just because he knew Thor.

He’d already seen plenty of examples of Asgardians who should not be trusted and the reasons why they should not be trusted.

Dark eyes narrow at Heimdall’s laughter and even more so as he insists he did not come unannounced or without invitation, using the excuse that Tony’s inventions had welcomed him in with open arms to ensure that their creator wasn’t lonely. 

Now, in fairness, Tony’s gadgets did care about him. Most wrote off Tony’s love of technology as something that he flourished in and took pride in creating, but typically felt his attachment to the things he made was unnatural. They weren’t entirely wrong and even the billionaire didn’t understand just how deep-rooted the attachments went. How could he? He’d only just begun to accept the truth that his abilities went beyond that of a normal human, had no idea what they actually were, or what they were capable of, but he brought the machines around him to life, giving them personalities and possibly even the ability to feel. 

Tony surrounded himself with his own tech because it often felt more real and more genuine than being around people who were supposed to care about him but didn’t really reflect that idea. His inventions did take care of him and did, in a way, seem to worry about him, though he could never bring himself to voice that. Everyone thought his obsession with tech had gone too far already, if he told them he felt like they had any sort of real investment in him?

God, Pepper would probably finally have him committed or something.

But stretching out the truth of Tony’s bots to give an excuse as to why Heimdall had been able to slip into the tower seemed manipulating in a way that Tony couldn’t process. Somehow, Heimdall knew how Tony’s tech worked or he knew how Tony viewed them and he played on their sympathies for him to express why he had been allowed in and he...

Knew things he shouldn’t have known? And admitted to watching him?

“How in the Hell did you know I’ve been here for days without seeing anyone?” he asked and if he’d been on guard before, he definitely was now. Several prototype suits displayed on the far left wall of the lab lit up around the eyes and throughout the chest plates, much as they would if Tony wore them himself into battle. Each pried itself off the wall fluidly, eerily silent in the way a massive suit of armor shouldn’t be able to. 

They didn’t advance on Heimdall, but two positioned themselves firmly on their boots, scanners turned towards the intruder. A third hovered behind the two, smaller in size, clearly designed for quicker movement and agility, but no less deadly.

If Heimdall truly did hail from Asgard as Thor did, Tony doubted the suits would actually do much damage, but an older mark of the Iron Man armor allowed Tony to go toe-to-toe with Thor long enough to endure Thor’s brute strength and lightning fingers and come out alive. Having them on hand would, at the very least, help him stay calm in a situation that was purely designed to stress him out. 

The protective display of suits didn’t seem to settle very well throughout the rest of the lab. Even Dum-E, still holding the bottle of water it clumsily tried to offer Heimdall, whirled and made a desperate little sound that Tony could often sight hearing every time he threatened to take Dum-E apart. It liked Heimdall. Why? His technology responded to Heimdall. Why?

Tony would have been so damned offended had he not been horrified by the reality of the situation that spawned before him. A man, clearly stronger than him, likely older than him, who had somehow gained remarkable access to his life and could potentially even keep watch on him, waltzed into his home without a single defense attempting to stop him and he had resonated so well with Tony’s equipment, he wondered if he would even be able to control it in the face of this mysterious Watcher. 

The device Heimdall beckoned to slide open and produced an image on screen, much to Tony’s own horror. Some of his devices were designed to answer anyone who inquired something--like Friday. She would respond to anyone’s questions if prompted correctly, though she should take Tony’s command over all others. Now, though, he wondered if she would listen to Heimdall instead? Even things that were programmed to respond to him alone or only took well to his presence and his direction were bending at the stranger’s will.

Tearing his eyes away from Heimdall felt like an impossible feat as fear gripped his heart, but he did manage to glance over at the suits he’d called forward, just to see if they were still focused on Heimdall or they, too, had stood down, or worse, turned on him. Each still watched Heimdall intently, looking for a sign to strike, but somehow, Tony didn’t feel like that would last.

“Heimdallr,” Friday announced as the monitor pulled up a few reference images of Heimdall, Asgard, Vanaheim, the Bifrost, and a few excerpts from various online sources that spoke of Heimdallr in Norse myth. “Is a Norse pagan deity that is often credited as the Father of Humanity, the creator of the Bifrost, and the Watcher of Worlds. Not much is known of Heimdallr’s life due to an over abundance of Odin worshippers destroying artifacts and shrines of Heimdallr and many other deities. He is widely debated by many scholars and--”

“Thank you, Friday,” Tony cut the AI off, almost barking at her to shut her up. He instantly felt horrid, as he so rarely spoke to his precious inventions in such a harsh tone. At least she did respond to him, silencing herself immediately rather than ignoring his command for Heimdall’s. “So Thor never mentioned you, right? Because it was what? Too dangerous for us little ol’ humans to know about you? And instead of coming here to ask for my help after he no doubt destroyed Asgard himself--” Way to call out your friend, Tony, damn. “--he sent you? A stranger, who can apparently see into my daily life and control my technology however which way you please after waltzing in here? Why should I trust you, huh? If Thor needed my help, Thor should have come. I trust Thor. I know him. I would have listened to him, but instead, he “sent you” after Asgard went up in flames?” 

How could Asgard just... be gone? That doesn’t even make sense.

Unless, of course, Thor decided not to come because he wanted to go to Steve instead, because he trusted Steve more--but now wasn’t the time to be petty or upset or hurt by that fact. Now wasn’t the time to make arguments about why Heimdall’s presence made sense because it absolutely didn’t.

“Nothing about this makes sense. Nothing about your story makes sense. Nothing about the way you strolled up in here makes me think that I should trust you or hand over any sort of aid to you. You--” 

‘Doctor Banner also gives his greetings.’

“Bruce...?”

For the first time since Tony stepped in to see a strange rummaging through his lab, he actually lowered his hand, the repulsor no longer facing in any direction it could actually do damage. Unless Tony had a panic-induced fit and shot himself in the foot, of course. Which, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, was more likely than it sounded...

So many questions ran through his mind. How did Bruce end up on Asgard? Why was he with Thor in space? Was he okay? What happened in the past few years since he and Hulk disappeared? 

But if what Heimdall said was true, than Bruce was with them and Bruce trusted Heimdall. Bruce, of all people, the one person who was probably more paranoid than Tony Stark trusted this man. Maybe Bruce finally snapped and put his faith in someone he shouldn’t have? But that seemed so painfully unlikely... And if Bruce trusted Heimdall than perhaps Tony should as well? He didn’t, but it made the possibility of trusting him easier.

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Oh he found this really amusing now. It was a small thing to be dealt with. A handful of new warriors proving themselves. His beloved being among them. It was a small thing really. He couldn’t blame the other so called Avenger from calling him a kid. He was using his concealment spells a little more than usual. Being place in what Midgardians called a hoodie. Something called jeans which were rather comfortable and he managed to hide his prosthetic foot as well. In something called sneakers. Midgardians were quite clever. His father was especially proud of him with how he disguised Toothless. He’d been here for a few days to see what Thor saw in the place. The black thing of fluff on his arm was in fact his dragon companion. He complained the entire time he was hot but he had to maintain the facade for a little while longer. 

“Yeah if you could you know stop calling me kid that be great.” He wasn’t a kid anymore. More in the frame of an Asgardian teenager but still he would always be his father’s kid. He loved his dad that was for sure. “Stark was it? Yeah my uncle’s mentioned you a few times actually. We make fun of your armor in my armory.” He was a smith of Asgard. It was his duty to keep the other warriors here armed and safe. And if stepping in to help than so be it. 

He let the fluff ball off of his shoulder and onto the ground. He really didn’t like having to join a fight but they were looking they needed a little help. Matters that didn’t concern Thor…wherever he was really. He knew his father knew where he was but let him be. “He’s mentioned you plenty of times. Man made of so little iron.” That was the one thing Thor had mentioned. The supposedly Avenger known as Iron Man. In a suit not really made of iron. Some sort of alloy which he was interested in seeing he made armor himself. But now was not the time. He gently lifted the concealment on himself and on Toothless. 

Light armor decorated his rather small deceiving form as he lay his hands on ebony scales. Wings flaring out as he spread his wings out to stretch. ‘Day and Soul mean. Day and Soul know Mighty Alpha hates small fluff form. Humiliating.’ The dragons spoke as he looked amused. “Noted but we need that one. Just to be safe bud.” He gently told him as he swung his right leg over the dragons side and onto the saddle on his back. Prosthetic clicking into gear as he used his magic to bring forth a weapon. He was going to need at least a sword as emerald eyes fell on the one known as Tony Stark. 

“So…you just going to stand there and keeping asking if I know Thor or you know going to I dunno help?” 

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⁕—-» “I’ll stop calling you ‘kid’ when I have something better to call you, deal?” he offered in that sarcastically charming tone he so often reverted to in mixed company.

Tony probably would have taken pride in the fact that Thor actually mentioned him to his Asgardian friends, had it not been for Hiccup’s follow-up statement of ‘we make fun of your armor in my armory’. That tidbit of information actually gave him a pretty solid understanding of Hiccup. He was Aesir, he was likely a smith of some sort that fashioned armor and possibly weapons as well, and was likely well versed on them if he could talk about someone else’s armor with so little regard to ever seeing it or knowing how it worked. Hiccup was also... Thor’s nephew? Thor never mentioned having a nephew? And Thor’s only sibling as far as Tony knew was Loki. Was this Loki’s son?

Well... the research he’d done on Norse mythology after meeting the so-called deities did sight Loki as both a mother and a father, but this boy didn’t really fit the description of what Tony would have expected from one of Loki’s kids. If Loki even actually had kids. The myths seemed to be very, very inaccurate. 

The genius didn’t really get past the offense that read clear as a sunny day on his face though. The Iron Man suit saved his life. The Iron Man suit saved thousands of lives, perhaps even more than that, but Tony wasn’t really one to pain himself out as the savior he actually was to so many people. He wouldn’t give himself too much credit, but he’d sworn his life to defending the people of Earth--or any innocent people anywhere, for that matter--and the suit meant something.

It was also one of the greatest technological advancements of their time and something Tony created from a box of scraps in a cave in the middle of Afghanistan. The suit was a symbol, it was a coping mechanism for him after all he’d endured, and it was part of him. He even made it a point to say that he and the suit were one when the government literally tried to take it from him. Iron Man was Tony’s pride and joy and this little kid was making fun of him for it?

“Good to know Thor’s still kind of a prick even when he’s not around these parts. He doesn’t really have a whole lot of room to be talking. His armor is impractical and hideous.”

‘Wow, Stark, you’re really that upset about a child’s goading, huh? Real mature,’ he silently scolded himself, but then again, who ever accused him of being mature?

The drop of guise didn’t take Tony by surprise or, at the very least, it shouldn’t have. He’d seen plenty of examples of Thor and Loki shifting form by now, usually something simple like clothing, but sometimes--especially on Loki’s behalf--more complex alternations were made. The dragon, though? That actually had Tony jumping back a good deal, his suit hovering off the ground with enough space to take off should that be necessary.

Okay, he’d seen a lot of shit the last few years, but dragons? Seriously? Of course this Aesir kid had a pet dragon.

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