It isn't until Tony says it that Thor becomes completely aware of how much happiness he's capable of feeling at once. He had always been quick to joy or anger growing up, and had little problem expressing eitherto great effect. Until recently, when his banishment forced him to consider the impact his brash anger had on those around him, he never felt to reign any of it in. He let himself feel and express those feelings without any self-consciousness or doubt. And happiness more than anything; anger could (and had!) caused problems, but happiness never did.
That joy is radiating off him now, and even if he wanted to hide his growing smile, it would have been impossible for him to do so.
Thor holds out the hand with the ring and opens it.
"It is Earth custom for one partner to give the other a ring, is it not?" Thor had done his research on the World Wide Web with Jane's assistance. "Should I put it on?"
Before he can say anything else, Thor's gaze flickers down to Tony's hand and suddenly he can't remember which hand or finger he's supposed to put it on.
Hands. The gauntlet. The wrong hands. For a second, Thor's smile falters, but then he casts that unease aside. His smile brightens as his faltering memory recovers the relevant facts.
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It isn't until Tony says it that Thor becomes completely aware of how much happiness he's capable of feeling at once. He had always been quick to joy or anger growing up, and had little problem expressing eitherto great effect. Until recently, when his banishment forced him to consider the impact his brash anger had on those around him, he never felt to reign any of it in. He let himself feel and express those feelings without any self-consciousness or doubt. And happiness more than anything; anger could (and had!) caused problems, but happiness never did.
That joy is radiating off him now, and even if he wanted to hide his growing smile, it would have been impossible for him to do so.
Thor holds out the hand with the ring and opens it.
"It is Earth custom for one partner to give the other a ring, is it not?" Thor had done his research on the World Wide Web with Jane's assistance. "Should I put it on?"
Before he can say anything else, Thor's gaze flickers down to Tony's hand and suddenly he can't remember which hand or finger he's supposed to put it on.
Hands. The gauntlet. The wrong hands. For a second, Thor's smile falters, but then he casts that unease aside. His smile brightens as his faltering memory recovers the relevant facts.
"Left, right?"