Against his better judgement, Tony slowed in his steps to make eye-contact with his other self. Nostalgia -- originating from the Greek words for returning home and pain. A longing for the past, as it were. Yeah, nostalgia was the completely wrong feeling to attach to what arose inside him when he looked into his own eyes of 10 year past. Maybe if he'd had a little damn warning--

The mirror behind him rumbling like thunder with a mighty crack broke his state, and he spun around to face the image of Thor wielding Mjolnir to grimace. "Don't do that until the caffeine kicks in."

"Do not ignore me!" A crack was spidering out from the center of the mirror from where he'd presumably struck it. He raised his hammer again, but this time to point it at the external Thor in condemnation. "And you. You protect those who dare insult the throne?"