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Though Thor had been unable to coax Tony onto any high-speed rides, he had somehow managed to cajole the other man into an afternoon at the park. Who knew how long one or the other would have to enjoy themselves here? Soon enough, they might find themselves trapped back at the Inn with not much to explore but the inn itself and the surrounding area.

"I've seen one of these in a movie once," he says, gesturing towards the Funhouse as they approach it; his other hand clasps Tony's. "In a movie with a lot of singing."

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Thor throws a protective arm over Tony's shoulder as he quickens his pace. He briefly considers breaking through the ceiling, but he's not entirely sure that Tony would approve. He doubts the staff would for sure.

Mirror Thor skulks along, keeping easy pace with the Mirror Tony, who he refuses to look away from. Thor suspects if he manages to make it to the other side, there will be a fight.

Thor's not exactly sure how to feel about that.

"That little faith in yourself?" he asks of the Mirror Tony.

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?"

It's difficult for Thor to see his younger self, especially since ten years was barely the blink of an eye for an Asgardian. Had he really been like this such a short time ago?

He swallows back his embarrassment and pulls Tony a little closer to him. He only barely glances over his shoulder to call out to his longer-haired alter ego:

"I like this one." Thor continues moving forward, not missing even a single beat.

"You've grown soft!" the Mirror Thor spits back.

"Probably," Thor concedes. "But I fail to see the problem with that."

“I mean, if Point Break likes what he sees, he could bust his way out and y’all could...negotiate.” The Mirror-Tony helpfully piped up.

"Do I look to be in a gaming mood?" Mirror Thor demands, keeping pace with the Mirror Tony and their real world counterparts.

“Play games, have fun.” Tony’s younger visage disappeared and reappeared at the end of a hall to regard the pair straight-on, sizing the two of them up. “Now, you are a tall bastard. Not usually what I go for. Dying to hear that story.”

"Well," Thor begins, not particularly inclined to share that story. "I'll have you know, he --" Or is that you? Thor wonders. "-- is exactly my type: small, charming, brunette genius."

Thor plants a kiss to Tony's temple, just as Mirror Thor scoffs from two mirrors behind.

“Wow.” The tone of his other self’s voice tipped Tony off immediately about what was about to come next, only emphasized by the look the mirror gave him as if to say, get a load of this guy. “Did he come with the string?”

That's enough to clue Thor in; his lips form a straight and narrow line at that.

"You think me used?" Mirror Thor demands of Mirror Tony, and even Thor finds himself surprised at his mirror image suddenly coming to his defense. "You underestimate me if you believe I would be strung along like another man's puppet."

“I literally do not know who you are.”

“No one much. Just my husband.” Tony’s expression perfectly matched Thor’s. “Friends for five years, married for three months, a few kids.”

"Just five years?" Thor asks. "It feels much longer." He stops to do the mental calculations, but is interrupted by his mirror self.

"Are you truly able to do that?" he asks, squinting. "I am revered for my fertility, but I never considered that my sperm might be powerful enough to impregnate this man."

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“First, real head on you to assume you were doing the impregnating, and second, are we having this conversation?” For the first time since the start, Mirror Tony was thrown off his groove, removing his shades dramatically.

“Eh.” Not missing a beat, Tony shrugged. “They weren’t easy births, but it was a labor of love.”

Thor already knows there's going to be a fight before his mirror image can even open his mouth.

"Do you truly believe your seed could impregnate me?" Mirror Thor is incredulous. "Midgardian sperm?"

Thor quickens his pace, but they're still stuck in a perpetual maze of mirrors, being stalked by reflections of their younger selves. "Is there no way out of here?"

"You've presumably got an XY, not an XX. Settle down." The Mirror Tony shot back.

"I would sooner die." The real Tony murmured as soon as his other self finished, straight-faced.

"You presume to know anything of Asgardian physiology?" Mirror Thor scoffs again. "Your people are so uncivilized I can hardly deign to believe that any version of myself could be charmed by a people as backwards as your own."

Thor looks down at Tony and speaks quietly, trying his best to ignore the voice of his very mortifying younger self. "We can always break through the roof." A beat. "Might not be able to come back, though."

“Is this your bit?” The Mirror Tony was smirking in disbelief. “Hope you got paid upfront.”

“Let us defy-eth the stars.” Tony whispered with a desperate edge to his voice.

Thor ignores the Mirror Tony for the time being.

"I hope this works," Thor tells him. Unfortunately for the both of them, Thor has not developed the innate ability to fly; the best they can hope for is that he can somehow pull Stormbreaker from the Madonna Inn to where they are right now.

Thor feels a faint tingling at the end of his fingers, so faint that it feels a little like running his hand along a few blades of glass.

“C’mon. Strongest Avenger.” Tony anxiously ran his hands over Thor’s front, trying to calm himself of the oppressive claustrophobia setting in.

Perhaps it's Tony's encouragement, but the tingling in his fingers begin to grow stronger, until his his fingers prickle with static electricity. Little lines of lightning stretch between his fingers, sparking audibly.

This might actually work.

"You may want to move out of the way," he tells Tony.

Tony orbited to Thor’s other side, using his enormous body unapologetically as cover as a consecutive chorus of crashing an shattering approached and Stormbreaker tore through a wall of mirrors and right into its master’s grip.

Stormbreaker lands solidly against Thor's hand, and he grips it tightly. He can't help but feel relieved at having the weight of it in his hand.

He really shouldn't leave the inn without it, but people generally started asking questions when you showed up places lugging a giant axe around. He really should ask Loki to magically enchant it the way he did back in New York for Mjolnir.

"What's that?" Mirror Thor asks, squinting at the new addition to the Hall of Now Many-Broken Mirrors.

"It's getting us out of here," he informs Mirror Thor.

Thor turns around and wraps an arm around Tony. "Duck down," he says. The last thing he wants to do when they make their great escape is give his husband a concussion.

Once Thor is thoroughly convinced their escape will be a safe one, he casts a glance over at the mirror versions of themselves and finds himself relieved that he's shed this part of himself; true, the confidence and even the vanity was there, but there was much more that he couldn't be expected to express ten years ago, and could express now.

"I'd say it was good seeing you," Thor says to them, "but it really wasn't."

Thor lifts Stormbreaker skyward.

No reason to take away from perfection. Tony waved a few fingers in parting and braced himself for launch—the maze of mirrors blurring and his field of vision was claimed by the blue sky.

Thor's Stormbreaker crashes through the ceiling, first, debris and dust falling alongside them until they manage to break free of the building entirely. Thor clutches Tony, and it reminds him a little of the times when he held Jane when they went off to some other place using Mjolnir.

When they've reached an appropriate height, Thor keeps them suspended there, not entirely sure what they should do from here. The sound of their crash attracted the eyes of more than a few civilians, who all stared up at them. A few scrambled for their cell phones and began snapping pictures. Obviously, this wasn't a common sight for anyone here who wasn't from the Madonna Inn.

"What now?"

Tony was hit with a sense of vertigo that knocked his sense of heaven and earth off balance, fingers twitching around Thor’s shoulder. “Somewhere quiet.” He clenched his eyes shut.

"Somewhere quiet" winds up being the Madonna Inn. After the attention they attracted, there was little chance they'd be able to find a quiet place inside the theme park once they landed.

Not that the theme park had been a very quiet place to begin with.

When they arrive through the portal, Thor sets Tony down and checks him over to be sure he's all right. Tony had been uncharacteristically quiet, so Thor can't help but be concerned that he sustained some sort of damage when they crashed through the roof or that their rapid escape had done a number on Tony's already-sensitive stomach.

"Are you all right?" he asks, once he ascertains that there are no visible physical injuries.