st_ormbreaker | In Tents

In Tents

Thor hasn't gone camping in a few years.

The last time he went camping, it was with Jane Foster, Darcy, and Darcy's intern, who Thor was pretty convinced was her boyfriend. For most of the trip, Darcy and her intern were fighting loudly; Jane was constantly on her cellular phone because her calls kept dropping and there was some emergency at a conference she was guest speaking at; Thor spent much of that first evening casually eating a bag and a half of marshmallows at the fire before Darcy voiced her protest and he was barred from eating more for the rest of the trip, much to Thor's dismay.

Thor might have overpacked for the trip, but Thor was of the mind that it was better to be overprepared than under -- and that it was better to have too many marshmallows than not enough. When four hours had passed and they reached their destination, he set down their belongings and began to set up camp.

"I never pegged you for the camping type," Thor says, pulling the tent poles out of their sheath. Maybe he was, and Thor had just never known it. It just always seemed like Tony was into tech so much that he couldn't stand to be without it.

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Thor releases his grip on Tony's fingers. "You could just ask," he says. "No fingers necessary."

"Less fun."

A chill swept through the sands and cracked earth, kicking up dust. Tony huddled.

"Gonna take shelter soon, Big Guy. Rain check the s'mores for me."

Thor's hand finds its way into the tangle or Tony's growing hair. It's growing out far quicker than his own. A small part of Thor is jealous.

"Maybe tomorrow," he says amiably. Thor doesn't fault him for wanting to make it an early night. It felt like a lot has happened.

Thor's hand shifts from Tony's hair and down to his back. He gives him a few light pats, which might have been normal pats for basically anyone else.

"Go get some sleep. I'll clean things up here."

"Cleaned up the food while you weren't looking. Left out the marshmallows." To make his point, Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a fluffy piece, shoving it between Thor's lips before tucking the entire bag under his broad arm. "Water's by the tent. I'm not tired, for the record, just wanting to cocoon a little, so feel free to bug me."

He had given his self-fashioned portable heater some time to do its thing, so the cocooning likely wouldn't have even been necessary. There were heating mats lining the tent floors, voice-activating LED lighting woven into the seams (with some adjustments made for mood, in this case), cup holders, and many additional pockets to obsessively organize his effects.

Of course he made Thor carry it.

"In fact, I'll be a little insulted if you don't."

Thor chews away on the marshmallow and watches as Tony stuffs the rest of them under his arm. Thor's fairly certain he ate more marshmallows than Tony ate noodles (which was to say, not many), and his sweet tooth refused to be satisfied with this paltry offering.

Still, it doesn't take much to draw Thor's attention away from the marshmallows, at least when Tony is involved.

"I'm sure your ego would survive the insult," he says.

"'Bug.'" Tony ran his palm up Thor's chest and gave him a look. "I didn't go through the trouble of air purifiers in that thing for nothing."

True to his hedonism, a lot of modifications had to do with establishing "mood." Sharing the tent on occasion with Peter meant explaining away the essential oils or body lotion. The chronic inflammation excuse seemed to do the trick.

"Just saying. Also..." He straightened Thor's vest. "Just saying one more thing."

Thor has a hard time not preening when Tony runs his hand up his chest and then straightens his vest. Thor is also a man of ego, and Tony seems to know exactly how to appeal to it.

"Mm?" he asks, trying to seem decidedly less interested in what Tony has to say than he is, but failing horribly at it.

For the (perhaps final, perhaps not) time that night, Tony pulled himself up and claimed Thor's mouth. The kiss was soft but insistent. For him, it was more biting than the whiskey and sent a deeper, fuller surge of warmth through him than liquor ever could. He sat back to look Thor in his mismatched eyes.

"You're my partner. In...every way possible, at this point. And this is your fight."

The talk with Loki, Thor's crosses to bear, whatever future he'd have to face when they got home.

"But I'm in your corner."

Thor would almost be embarrassed by how touched he felt if he weren't so moved by it. And Thor, who almost always wore his heart on his sleeve, found couldn't hide those feelings if he tried.

"And I'm in yours," he says, smiling. He presses a hand to the side of Tony's face, enjoying to coarseness of his facial hair against his palm.

"So just let me know if there's ever anyone's ass you need kicked."

"I kick ass. You smite it. Deal?" A grin and some rapid alternating winks, and Tony rose from his lap.

"Well, you know where to find me." He disappeared into the tent, zipping up the vaguely transparent flap behind him and not-so-discreetly unzipped his jacket followed by the rest.

"You're a tease, Stark," Thor calls out as Tony strips down. He heads towards the tent, and for a second, it might look like he's about to join him; instead he grabs the water and drowns the campfire. He picks up one of the unused pieces of firewood and mixes the ashes and embers, then douses the fire again.

By the time he looks back at the tent flaps, Tony's silhouette is gone. He drops the water back down at the tent, then unzips the flaps and joins him.

"Thought it might be a good time for me to cocoon as well," he says, using Tony's word for it.

"Cocoon with me? Maybe I'll become a beautiful butterfly afterwards." Tony was lying on his stomach and studying a rather large book, hugged loosely by his sleeping bag.

Thor kicks off his shoes, then takes off his vest and top, then lays down on his sleeping bag next to him.

Thor leans on his elbow and watches Tony for a moment, not saying anything. He wouldn't ever describe Tony as beautiful or as a butterfly, but he is handsome. Thor's pretty sure he knows that already, though.

His eyes shift away from paramour and down to the massive tome he's focused on. "What are you reading?" he asks, running an idle finger along the outside of Tony's earlobe.

"Magic lore." Tony's lips quirked into a smile at Thor's touch. He was completely nude beneath the sleeping bag cover, given the warmth of the interior.

"Can't use it, myself, but I'm looking for any overlap in "standard" physics. I feel like I should be a little more open-minded at this point."

Thor's last few words are enough to draw a smile on Thor's face.

"It just occur to you to be open-minded?" he teases. "What triggered this sudden change of heart?"

"All the magicians around make an interesting case." Tony stuck the bookmark in and gently shut it, tucking it to the side. He angled his head in Thor's direction, elegantly resting his chin on his fingers and quirked a little smile of expectation.

"What?" Thor asks, playing dumb. "Did you want me to do some magic for you?"

Tony quirked a brow, lifting his shins off the floor and crossing his ankles.

"Actually, I was thinking of asking you to let me do the work."

Thor gives Tony an appreciative once-over and feels himself go hard. If Tony had any doubts about his own physical attractiveness, it would take only a few moments for Thor to remove his slacks and remove all doubt.

Thor grins, his expression almost cocky. One of many things he learned from Tony.

"And what work is that?"

From his lower back to his upper thighs, Tony was draped in the sleeping back cover, and he appeared to be in no rush to expose more. "Wriggle on under if you're daring enough."

Loki has compared him to a dog before, and much like a dog, Thor is frequently overeager and often eager to please.

Right now, he's both at once.

Thor immediately wriggles on under.

With that, Tony wasted no time, sliding on top of Thor's larger form in one smooth motion. Chest to chest, Tony propped his chin up on his elbows and merely let his weight settle on the man. He could feel his partner's clear arousal, and indulged him with a brush of his thigh but little else. He was going to play it nice and slow.

"Coming up on a month."

Tony really is simultaneously both the worst and best sort of tease, Thor decides.

"Are anniversaries important to you? You never struck me as particularly sentimental."

At least until recently, anyway. When they talked about old times, it definitely straddled the line of sentimental.

"Yeah, well, maybe I'm actually pretty sentimental and I get brushed off every time I try to show it." Tony slowly kicked his feet up and down. "I have an iron skin, not an iron heart." As if to prove his point, Tony began mouthing a trail downwards, making a slow retreat into the cocoon of his sleeping bag where Thor couldn't see.

"Oh, Tony, you care? You did something nice?" He mouthed the clasp of Thor's jeans, the metal clinking with his teeth. "So off-brand."

Not that he didn't deserve it. The first times he tried to be nice involved getting Pepper a box of the one fruit she was allergic to as an afterthought. That was a good seven years ago, though.

Thor strokes the back of Tony's neck, which becomes progressively harder to do as he trails further downward.

"You just build up this big image in the public eye," Thor begins, "arrogant, narcissistic, untouchable." The sort of person who wouldn't reminisce about their playdates on Earth two years before or commit an anniversary to memory.

"I love seeing the parts of you that contradict that. And giving you a hard time over it."

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