“Stark!” Thor’s voice boomed, but there was a strange warmth to it, a lilt Tony couldn’t quite place. “Midgardian ingenuity never ceases to amaze. What chaos do you conjure today?”
Tony glanced up, wiping grease from his hands. “Just upgrading your fan club’s merch, Goldilocks. What brings you down from the rainbow bridge? Miss my charming company?”
Thor chuckled, a rich, resonant sound, and leaned against the workbench, his posture relaxed but regal. “A king’s duties are endless, but even Odin himself would pause to admire your… persistence.” His gaze lingered on Tony’s arc reactor, the blue light reflecting in his eyes—too keenly, Tony thought, before dismissing it.
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