Asgard: Thor/Tony
[One trip to the Tower later, Thor was in possession of the antidote and opened the Bifrost to the roof, not to the street below that already bore the evidence of a Bifrost connection. He did not walk through the streets as he frequently did, especially when he had spent time away and craved being around his people again, but flew straight to the Citadel, intent on getting to the healer's wing.
He was still dirty, mud and blood splattered over skin and cape and armor, but he did not nearly look as he bad when he showed up to Stark Tower a few months ago after a raid by the Marauders. He did not make it as far as the Citadel when a figure, flanked by lazily flapping Huninn and Muninn, caught his gaze. Tony had made it far. A grin quirked one side of his mouth as he landed a few feet away.]
Anthony. [He despised being with the healers as well, but he did not demolish their beds like Tony apparently had.] My friend. The oxen would not have gotten you to the Bifrost. Nor would it have opened for you. You want to go back? [For Tony, Asgard was not a prison and if he was well enough to get this far, then he was well enough to return to his mortal doctors.]