Part One: Alcohol, my permanent accessory

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor has no idea where the impulse comes from. He hasn't really talked to any of the Avengers since they left to kill Thanos, and none of them had particularly gone out of their way to contact him. It didn't particularly bother him; in fact, very few things did these days under the guiding hand of alcohol.

It was perhaps that very hand that pushed him to pull up Tony's name on his list of contacts instead of something more sensible, like powering the phone off entirely.

"Stark, Stark," Thor nearly shouts into the receiver. "What are you -- What are you doing?"

It's 2:05 AM on the US east coast. It's breakfast in Norway, where Asgard (well, New Asgard is now). Thor has been up for 22 hours now, fueled only by a copious amount of alcohol, half-burnt waffles prepared by Korg, and the desire to unlock the final trophy in his video game of choice.

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[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"You know who this is. I’m assuming you know what to do, but if not, wait for the beep." The unchanged voicemail message curtly replied to Thor's inquiry. There were a great many unspoken miracles in there, that Tony's number remained the same, and that Thor retained access to it after years of radio silence.

The Avengers, meager as they still existed, were famously disparate. While Thor had his affairs tied in New Asgard and Bruce Banner had become a roaming icon, Tony Stark was almost entirely off the public grid.