Re: Asgard: Thor/Tony
[Tony's makeshift contraption slid to a surprisingly graceful stop. Considering that he had a few hours, a heap of furniture and the healers' table to work with, he managed to set it up with relatively impressive style, accommodating a distinctly Asgardian line of decoration with the wire shapes and hinges. He looked guilty for only a very split second, then he grinned up (up, up) at the big man.]
Hey, blondie. Looking good for a hero, as usual. I thought you were down below for a while yet, or I would have asked. [Not... technically true. Okay not true at all. Tony didn't ask permission. He just did. Sometimes he apologized afterward. Usually not.]
I figured I'd just get there and decide what to do once I saw it. [Admitting, re: the Bifrost.] You want to give me a lift instead? [Hopefully.] Maybe a few miles upstate, out of the way of anybody? I don't want to catch the bug I hear is going around. [His old smile was easy and warm on his thin, heavily bearded face. Tony almost fit in on Asgard with that great bushy mess on his chin.]