"Right, left." Tony can't help but immediately say, his offhand manner belying an intense, mounting excitement. He presented the correct hand for Thor to do the honors.

Had he wanted this that badly all along? As he got older, the promiscuity lost its luster, he had made that obvious long ago. But settling down down...he had had dreams about it, but part of it believed it was fanciful and the relationship would be settled in a comfortable 'committed but informal' status quo.

But there anyone more fanciful than Thor?

"Ring finger, fourth from the right. My right, not yours."