thor-tony

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thortony requested by @ad1thi! 

did you ever wonder what thor and tony were doing while they lived together those 2 years? thor absolutely made tony watch crazy stupid love with him and asked to tony if this move would work on him… the rest is history (of course he had a crush on patrick swayze)

buy me a ko-fi and get a sketch!

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by nanosorcerer

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thor is so big that tony can’t even steal his hoodie properly

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Oh look some Thortony

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And some ThunderIron. ((Or whatever these two are called.)) 

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Soft Thunderiron

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Ficlet: Lavender Blue

Tony spends his tenth birthday in Southern France.

He did not get to make that decision and he grumbles all the way through the seven-hour-flight and the three additional hours it takes for their car to pull up to the idyllic country house his parents had rented for the entire month. It is a small place, with painted wooden staves and walls laid with white stone that keeps the blistering summer heat out. Grapevines knit a natural shade along the eaves in the outer courtyard and apple trees sway in a small garden, branches heavy with fruit. There is a babbling brook nearby and the warm air bears the permanent imprint of the lavender fields that spread out far around them. They tint the landscape purple and green, rippling like fragrant waves under the gentle wind that combs through them every evening. His mother says they are famous worldwide.

None of that impresses Tony at first. He is too young and restless to appreciate the quiet beauty that has his mother so enthralled. He spends two days locked in his room, reading old comics until boredom drives him out to wander the dusty roads with Metallica in his earbuds, taking in a world that moves at a different pace for the first time in his life. What is initially maddening, gradually becomes a welcome respite from exams, exciting new distractions and a million home-brew projects competing for his attention at home. The place is a little pocket of peace that softens his father’s rougher edges and keeps sadness from his mother’s face long enough for her to sit down and actually play the piano in their living room. Things take a brighter turn when he makes friends with the local kids whose loud voices and faster feet present a challenge he has never faced before. His French improves in leaps and bounds that month. His knowledge of French swear words also expands to an unexpected degree as he does his best to keep up with his new friends through the narrow streets of small towns, baked in the relentless summer heat.

Strangely enough, his favorite time of day is when the weather turns.

Tony has never thought much of thunderstorms. When the sky would start to darken in New York, he would simply draw the curtains to keep the persistent knocking of rain on his window to a minimum. Outside, it was merely an annoyance, soaking his clothes and freezing his hands no matter how tightly he clasped his umbrella. The weather is only a passing visitor in a sleepless city where humanity’s hold is strong but here, in the countryside it reigns supreme, casting a spell over its domain like the all-powerful sorcerers from his comic books. The sky boils when the sun starts to dim, dark clouds rolling in from far beyond the horizon and soon enough, they unleash their burden upon their tiny house with a force that seems almost joyful in its savage abandon. The rain falls hard and fast, every drop in its rightful place, seeping into the turf and raking invisible fingers through the apple tree grove. It rumbles foreign words, cracks the vault of the sky with frightening ease and as Tony watches it from his room, his initial fear turns to awe. His breath catches at every lightning strike, every distant roar of thunder sends a chill down his spine. He takes in the sharpness of the ozone that floods the charged air, the sweet scent of lavender that drifts all around him and feels something inexplicable stir in his blood.

A strange urge takes hold of him then. He wants nothing more than to run out the door, against his parents explicit instructions and stand in their courtyard, among the battered apple trees. He wants to let the nameless storm wash over him, seep into his very bones and imbue him with a mere fraction of the power it holds. If he could hold it within his heart, if it burned its secret words across his skin, maybe he could harness it to get his endlessly spinning world under control. Maybe then, when it was time to head back to New York, he could banish the anxiety that stalked the fringes of his every conscious thought and repair the ever-shifting bond between him and his father. Such power, he thinks, cannot be found within, no matter how far and wide he searches his soul. It is something that has to be gifted from above. From some ancient, indomitable force that holds the world together and every once in a while, tugs at its strings to remind humans who was here before them.

Julien, the son of the local priest, says that the storms come from God. Tony does not believe in one. The universe is laid before him as a neat sum of atoms, governed by the laws of physics and that is how he likes it. But even so, every other evening when the sky darkens and cold air kisses the back of his neck, he sidles up to the windowsill of his room in the attic and opens the window to watch the reckless, wild exuberance of the storm. In the end, he never gathers up the courage to sneak outside.

It has been many years since then and he is a child no longer.

The morning sun streams through the loosely pulled blinds of his room in Stark Tower. It rises high in the cloudless sky, indicating that he slept for far too long. He rarely allows himself such indulgences, not by choice, but rather, by design. His inner circadian rhythm is resistant to change and despite long nights and irregular sleeping patterns, his eyes fly open at seven a.m. like a permanently broken clockwork. Today is an exception. Today, the world spins just a little slower and as he rolls over in bed, he understands two things.

He did not in fact, dream up the events of the previous night. And, if the rest of the team remains in Stark Tower, he might have to offer some kind of explanation when he joins them downstairs.

Thor lies beside him, tangled up in bedsheets, blond hair strewn over the pillow. Shadow and sunlight paint stripes over his naked back, rising and falling to the cadence of deep, even breaths. He seems in no hurry to open his eyes when Tony reaches out to pull a messy strand away from them, tracing a tentative path over Thor’s forehead. A mild electric charge tickles his skin, a faint reminder of the spark that rekindled his heart when Loki disappeared with the Tesseract, stranding his brother on Earth. If anyone had told him that those events would lead up to this day, he would have laughed in their face. Such an outcome was absurd, if only because from the moment he saw Thor, a long-forgotten feeling glittered in his memory like buried gold, uncovered by a random stirring of the sea. And when Tony saw him fight beside the Avengers for the first time, the feeling deepened, gripped him ever tighter, until he realized that there was no way back. Just like his younger self, watching the unbound power of nature in southern France, he was spellbound by the storm, drawn to it, like a moth to a brightly burning flame. This time, he would find his courage.

It had only taken him the better half of a year. And he hadn’t even taken the first step. But after all, he is only human.

He rests his head on the pillow and pulls away another strand from Thor’s sleeping face. Even in the creeping autumn chill, he radiates warmth. He smells of petrichor and wild flowers, the scent still lingers upon Tony’s skin like a memory of summer. And yet, in between drinking games, cultural misunderstandings, and many long nights of trading stories, it was not a God he found, but a fellow human. A kindred soul, with similar troubles, skeletons in closets and insecurities that far from pushing Tony away, bound them closer, day after day, month after month. And he lies beside Thor, counting the freckles upon his closed eyelids, he knows that human is better. Human is all he could ever ask for.

The freckled eyelids quiver and flicker open, revealing blue eyes. Thor smiles through the veil of sleep and flicks the last hair strand away from his face. “Morning, Stark,” he says.

A light chuckle escapes Tony as he props himself up on his elbow. “Morning,” he replies, “I believe we are officially on a first-name basis.”

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thortony ko-fi commission for @ironized ! this came out less flirty & more "welcome back" than i intended my bad lol

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dynamics of the MCU → Thor Odinson & Tony Stark

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day 18 - bodyguard au (thor/tony)

Tony’s not used to people trying to kill him. Yeah, he’s a celebrity, but he’s a movie star. He doesn’t do the kinds of things that normally get people killed, even when he ends up starring in a fantastically bad film. But this is different. He’s due to testify in court for a trial that could put several important, big-name industry folks behind bars, and apparently that’s enough to get people trying to kill him.

He’d always thought having a bodyguard in his line of work was kind of cheesy, but there’s a first time for everything, apparently.

The guy he hires looks a little like a hippie but he comes with great recommendations, so Tony hopes those reviews are legit. It’s his life in this guy’s hands, after all. This guy’s very lovely, probably lethal hands. Tony shouldn’t be thinking about those hands as anything other than killing machines. But it’s hard. They’re nice hands.

At first it feels like he’s being followed around everywhere, which he is, so that makes sense. But it’s also really annoying. It’s like he’s hired someone to be his friend but neither of them actually want to be friends. His bodyguard, Thor, is a nice enough guy, but he’s painfully professional. He doesn’t even laugh at Tony’s hilarious jokes.

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day 02 - college au (thor/tony)

Tony has no idea what to do with a friend like Thor. He’s not even entirely sure they’re friends–they live in the same dorm, on the same floor, but if that’s all it takes to be qualified as a friend then Tony has a lot more friends than he realized.

At least once a week Thor locks himself out of the dorm building and texts Tony to let him in because he forgot his ID card. Last week Tony had to tell Thor he’d heard him…taking care of himself…in the shower earlier and could he please remember this is a shared bathroom, and Thor had just laughed and patted him on the back. He’s pretty sure Thor and his roommate have two guinea pigs hidden in their room despite the no pets allowed rule, and yet he always listens every time Thor asks him to smuggle a giant Tupperware’s worth of salad out of the dining hall.

So when Thor knocks on his door one day and says, “You’re in engineering, right?” Tony just stares at his shirtless chest and says,

“Uhhh.”

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day 01 - fantasy au (thor/tony)

Challenging myself again this NaNoWriMo to further my ThorTony agenda. Prompts taken from the AU-gust 2020 challenge list on Twitter.

Thor knows better than to give his name to the man he met in the woods.

Normally Thor is an affable sort, prone to helping strangers and chatting with anyone who’s just passing through. But he can tell straight away that the man in the woods isn’t a normal stranger or passerby, so when the man asks after his name, Thor says he can just call him a friend.

He sees him when he travels through the great wood between his village and the larger city where he gets supplies for the people in his town. He goes about once a week, taking a wagon and a list of goods to look out for. These days the man in the woods waits for him near the road, and when he sees him he calls out a, “Ho, friend, and well met.”

Thor lets him travel with him on the wagon the rest of the way, though the man sometimes tries to get Thor to stay in the woods. It’s tempting at times–the man is beautiful, his hair so dark Thor would call it ebony, and his amber eyes seem to glow almost unnaturally when the light catches them at the right angle. When the man tells Thor to call him Anthony, Thor is certain that’s not his real name.

Anthony is a chatty one, something that takes Thor by surprise the first time he lets Anthony travel with him through the woods. He suspects that Anthony only rides with him just to talk to him, because he always leaves before Thor gets to the edge of the forest, even though he always asks Thor for his name every time. Thor may enjoy his company and his chatter on the lonely trip through the woods, but he wasn’t raised by a fool, and his mama taught him better than to give too much to someone who is clearly fae.

“I have something for you,” Anthony says one morning, after he’s settled beside Thor at the front of the wagon, and he holds out his hand to reveal a dark purple plum.

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day 24 - private detective au (thor/tony)

Thor knew that Stark was going to be trouble the moment he walked through his door. Not for any fault of Stark’s, but because Thor’s always had a soft spot for a pretty face, and there were none prettier than Tony Stark’s.

“I need your help,” Stark had said when he first came into Thor’s office, as so many often do. “I’ve got this gal and she– I’m sure I’m just bein’ paranoid, but I’m afraid she might be…”

“Unfaithful?” Thor prompts when Stark trails off. It seems most of the cases he gets are of the cheating spouse variety, which makes him seriously reconsider why he even opened his own office in the first place. He wanted to do good and help people who didn’t have anyone else to turn to, not take photos of people in compromising positions.

Stark shakes his head. “Stealing company secrets and selling them to my competitor.”

Oh. That sure is a new one.

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day 30 - magic au (thor/tony)

Tony has never taken a familiar. It’s not that he does or doesn’t need one, it’s just unusual that at nearly forty years of age it hasn’t really crossed his mind. He’s never met a familiar he felt particularly attached to, and he’s gotten along with his work just fine without the assistance. The other witches and wizards and magic folk he’s come across all inquire about it, but he never has anything interesting to say in response. He lives in his little cottage on the edge of town and does his work as a healer perfectly well and that is that.

He’s in the forest one morning gathering fresh ingredients for his spells and potions when he hears the sound of a monster yowling in the distance. These are mostly peaceful woods, so if something dangerous has gotten too close to town, someone needs to take care of it. And that someone will just have to be him.

So with his basket full of flowers and mushrooms and other assorted foraged items he goes deeper into the woods, searching for the source of that eerie sound.

He finds it a few minutes later, trapped amongst the trees and bushes of the forest–a great beast of a lion, larger than any creature that normally roams these woods. Its front paw is caught in a trap, and even from a distance he can see the trap is bespelled so that any creature caught within it cannot escape on its own. Tony narrows his eyes at it, ready to have words with whoever would put such a thing in these woods.

But first he has to deal with the creature caught inside it.

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Thortony Asgardian Angel au where Thor, a demigod from Asgard, for some good reasons which I haven’t figured out yet is fixated on Tony Stark, a human, and he takes it upon himself to act like his guardian angel. He would meddle with some small details here and there to make sure Tony can live his life as smooth as possible, and protect him from getting hurt. Everything is going well except whenever Tony got a date, it’s a series of unfortunate embarrassing event, Thor can’t help it but sabotaging it every time. Poor Tony thinks he must be cursed by the goddess of love or something and Frigga the actual goddess of love who’s also Thor’s mother has had enough, so she sends her dumbass pining son to Earth to sort this whole thing out. Thor is now officially physically entering into Tony’s life and dumb things happen and idiots fall in love and so on, you get the idea.

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“thank you, tony. you have always... well, for the vast majority of the time i have known thee...you have been a noble ally and friend.” - thor (2020) #8

#sakina* #comic #616