Thor reaches up and presses a hand against Tony's face, his thumb tracing a line across his cheek. Everything has been exhausting about this night: him pushing Tony to talk about something he didn't want to talk about; Tony fighting the long way; Tony asking him to tell Loki; them parting ways; them coming back, and Thor agreeing to talk to him.
And then this.
Part of Thor thinks he should be worried or angry or sad because he's been any combination of the three for months now. Loki is still in the back of his mind, even while they're fucking and Tony's hips are moving with that perfect rhythm. That alone should make him worried-sad, but he doesn't feel it.
He's so grateful for these moments with Tony. Not just when they're sleeping together, but when they're in bed and Thor is holding him as he sleeps and he can feel his smaller back pressed against his chest, or when he brings Tony breakfast that still isn't all that great, but Tony still nibbles at it in his typical Stark-like fashion. Because in those moments, he is granted some small reprieve from everything.
In an inn with a pocket dimension filled with people from different timelines and different worlds coming in from different times, things feel practically normal.
Thor knows he should tell Tony that. He knows better than anyone that at any moment, the opportunity to say these things might be snuffed out. But somehow, he can't bring himself to say it.
When he finds himself coming close to climax, the hand that was on his thigh suddenly presses itself against Tony's back and he pulls Tony close to him urgently. He kisses the neck, his cheek his temple, and when he finally cums, he hugs Tony tightly, until he regains the ability to think coherently, and it occurs to him that he might be holding Tony a little too tight and his hold on him slackens.
Thor looks up at the ceiling at Tony's lights and he smiles. He turns, his lips so close to Tony's ear that they briefly graze it.
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Thor reaches up and presses a hand against Tony's face, his thumb tracing a line across his cheek. Everything has been exhausting about this night: him pushing Tony to talk about something he didn't want to talk about; Tony fighting the long way; Tony asking him to tell Loki; them parting ways; them coming back, and Thor agreeing to talk to him.
And then this.
Part of Thor thinks he should be worried or angry or sad because he's been any combination of the three for months now. Loki is still in the back of his mind, even while they're fucking and Tony's hips are moving with that perfect rhythm. That alone should make him worried-sad, but he doesn't feel it.
He's so grateful for these moments with Tony. Not just when they're sleeping together, but when they're in bed and Thor is holding him as he sleeps and he can feel his smaller back pressed against his chest, or when he brings Tony breakfast that still isn't all that great, but Tony still nibbles at it in his typical Stark-like fashion. Because in those moments, he is granted some small reprieve from everything.
In an inn with a pocket dimension filled with people from different timelines and different worlds coming in from different times, things feel practically normal.
Thor knows he should tell Tony that. He knows better than anyone that at any moment, the opportunity to say these things might be snuffed out. But somehow, he can't bring himself to say it.
When he finds himself coming close to climax, the hand that was on his thigh suddenly presses itself against Tony's back and he pulls Tony close to him urgently. He kisses the neck, his cheek his temple, and when he finally cums, he hugs Tony tightly, until he regains the ability to think coherently, and it occurs to him that he might be holding Tony a little too tight and his hold on him slackens.
Thor looks up at the ceiling at Tony's lights and he smiles. He turns, his lips so close to Tony's ear that they briefly graze it.
"Thank you."