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[st_ormbreaker]

Thor is crouched down in a sit across from one of the targets -- at least until he hears the familiar whir of Tony's Iron Man suit overhead. He lifts himself to his feet, wipes the sweaty palms of his hands on the front of his shorts, then takes a few steps towards him, smiling lightly.

"Ready for your Q&A?"

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[st_arkravinghazelnut]

On the precipice of sleep, Tony was met with his naked grief and it filled his chest. It’s size made it clear it wasn’t going anywhere—not for a long time. But Thor was warm and his arm was heavy and his voice had found its cheer. At the least, enormous affection resided in him beside the sorrow.

“It is.” He smiled.