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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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“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.

“Yeah, yeah, adrenaline crash aside.” He pushed his hands over his eyes and rubbed them vigorously. “Sorry.”

Thor looks down as he wipes the sweaty palms of his hands against his pants. "Why sorry?"

“For anything that came out of my mouth.” He knew Thor would immediately assure him it was in the past in multiple senses, but it still felt right to say.

"What?" Thor looks up, blinking. "You mean about --" Thor gestures vaguely in the direction of the portal. "-- back there?"

“Yep. Wasn’t I a peach?” Did he come with the string... Seriously? Tony wanted to crawl into a hole, shrivel up, and let the worms feed on his husk.

"Yes, well, you were kind of a jerk," Thor says. He's not going to deny that part. "But I can't say I was any better."

Thor shifts where he stands.

"Would you really have thought those things?"

“If I kept you around long enough to.” Tony was habitually careless with anyone and everyone, but he never made a point of leading someone on past the climax. “Yeah, that sounds bad. It is. To be honest I don’t know how I would have responded to getting courted by a Norse diety back then. All bets are off.”

Thor isn't quite sure what to think of Tony's explanation.

"Was it like that with everyone else?" he asks.

“You can imagine.” Then, Tony pictured it. Him speeding down a New Mexican State road in his Rolls Royce to meet Rhodey at the Vintage 423. Then him, crashing into a random blonde bodybuilder and assuming he got lost on his way to the nearest chippendale hot spot.

"Well," Thor says to fill the space, because for once, he's not sure what else to say. "Let's be glad you're not like that now."

Tony straightened up, even if there was a faint wobble to his posture. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Thor blinks.

"What is there to make up for?"

“Never let a date go unfinished. That’s one of my rules.” His tone was full of assuredness, but his voice was full of fatigue.

The exhaustion on Tony's face and in his voice doesn't go unnoticed.

"You don't think it'd be better to pick this up tomorrow?"

“Tomorrow...” Tony fell against Thor, his forehead embedding itself in his brawny shoulder.