Thor just grins at that. Tony was truly ridiculous at times.

"I could use the practice," he says. "With the marshmallows. I burnt plenty of them last time I went camping."

It worked out well that Thor didn't mind his charred. He was pretty sure most people weren't particularly fond of it.

Thor steps behind Tony and presses the lower half of his face against the crown of his head. If not for the beard, Tony's locks might have tickled his face, but the beard functioned as a natural hair barrier.

And once his face is comfortably situated against Tony's hair, his arms naturally wrap around his body. "You corroborate your data," he mumbles into Tony's head. "I'll get us wood for a fire."

Thor relinquishes his hold on his partner.