I have no idea what this setting is, so please just roll with it. And this is my first time writing Thor when he has more then three lines, so I hope I did okay.
Peter has been present when Tony got the inter-galactic message from Thor that he’s stopping by, and the kid hasn’t stopped vibrating since. Like, literally vibrating. In the first moment, Tony thought the kid might had a seizure, but no, he was just so excited to meet Thor.
“Why?” Tony asked.
“Why?! He’s Thor! The god of thunder!”
“He’s the god of eating all the pop-tarts I buy.”
“Oh, which flavor is his favorite, Mr. Stark? I want to add an empty box to my Thor shrine.”
“Yeah, right. Thor shrine. Wait. You don’t have a Thor shrine. Right? Oh, please tell me you’re kidding!”
“Why do you have a shrine for him?”
“Because he’s awesome and he’s my favorite Avenger.”
“I thought I’m your favorite Avenger.”
“I mean… I don’t have an Iron Man shrine.”
“Tell me I’m your favorite Avenger right now or you’re not allowed to be here when Thor arrives.” That statement was followed by 15 minutes of Peter singing praise to Tony which he graciously accepted.
Now, Peter is still bouncing up and down as he stands next to Tony on the lawn of the compound. Just when Tony is about to tell him that he should calm down a bit, a small dot appears on the sky, growing larger and larger with each second. Well, there’s no way Peter could stand still now.
They watch the spaceship land, surprisingly gently and without causing too much damage. Tony raises an eyebrow, shouting “Since when did you start caring about my lawn?” as soon as the hatch opens and Thor’s frame becomes visible.
“Never,” he says with his signature smile, strutting down to him with big steps. “My friend did the flying.” Tony has just enough time to catch a glimpse of said friend – a woman with long dark hair, tattoos, and a look that can literally kill – before he’s engulfed in one Thor’s bone crushing hugs. “It’s good to see you!”
“I missed you, too, Point Break,” Tony laughs, actually meaning it. Thor has this energy that reminds him of a kid that tries to bullshit their way through not doing their homework and an overexcited puppy (and an exploding bomb if you press his wrong buttons and make him angry). “Got a haircut?”
“Oh, yeah, that,” he says, touching his hair once. “Long story, there was this crazy old man – actually, there were several crazy old men and women and aliens and gods and-”
“Long story, I know, Brucie shared some of the details after you threw him through that portal.” Before Thor can elaborate, there’s a noise that sounds like an animal is dying; Peter. “Thor, may I introduce you to my intern, Peter Parker.”
“An intern!” Thor booms with a smile – acting as if he knows what an intern is – taking a step towards Peter who looks like he’s about to faint. “It’s an honor to meet you!”
Peter is stuttering something that could be interpreted as Likewise or Please kill me as he shakes Thor’s hand almost in trance.
Tony just hopes FRIDAY is getting all of this.
Who is he kidding, of course she’s getting all of this, she’s FRIDAY.
“Your Majesty,” the woman from the spaceship calls, but the title sounds more like a teasing nickname than anything else, “you need to move your box.” She points to an ornamented box sitting almost in the middle of the ship, very much in the way of whoever tries to move around.
Before Thor can even open his mouth, Peter gets pulled out of his trance by the good manners May has drilled into him. “I can help!” Nobody gets the chance to protest, because Peter is already zooming past them right into the ship, picks up the box as if weighs absolutely nothing, and runs back down to them. “Where do you want me to put it down?”
Thor blinks at Peter. Thor’s friend blinks at Peter. Tony gets the slight feeling that something is going on.
“You, uh…” Thor stutters, clearing his throat once. “Isn’t that a bit heavy?”
Peter’s face turns the shade of an overly ripe tomato as he tries to come up with a good explanation. “I, uh, I’m just really strong. I just don’t look like it.”
The woman snorts as Thor continues to stare at Peter like he just did the most wonderous thing.
“What’s in that box?” Tony eventually asks.
Thor shakes his head a little. “Peter, can you please put that box down right here? Yes, anywhere will be fine.” Peter sets down the box. “Tony, try to lift it.”
“What? Is this some-”
Thor gives him a look. “Lift it.” The feeling of… well, not exactly dread or anticipation, but close to it, gets stronger. Nevertheless, he tries to lift up said box.
The box doesn’t move one bit.
Tony’s brain immediately jumps to two conclusions. Number 1: There’s something so heavy in the box that only a god or a mutated teenager can lift it. Number 2: There’s a different reason why Thor had to be the one carrying that box.
Reason number 2 explains Thor’s expression a lot better.
Tony can literally feel his eyes grow to the size of tennis balls. “No.”
Thor nods, still somewhat speechless, but Tony can see the smile that’s about to edge onto his face. Over the years, Thor got a lot better in celebrating other people’s strengths instead of seeing them as a challenge.
Peter has still no idea what’s going on. “L-Like I said, I’m a lot stronger than I look. Like, I just started doing cross-fit and it’s just-”
“Why do you carry it around in a box?” Tony asks Thor and interrupts Peter’s poor stammering.
Thor shrugs it off. “I thought it might draw less attention.”
“And you think you, the god of thunder, an Avenger, intergalactic traveler, and according to half of earth’s population looking like the love child of a pirate and angel-”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Yes. Anyway, you don’t need it to draw less attention, you need to draw less attention yourself. Wear a disguise or something.”
“Oh, I’m great with disguises.”
“No, you’re not,” the woman throws in.
“Can someone please tell me what this is about?” Peter chimes up, now looking more confused than embarrassed. “Not that I don’t like to hear how great Thor is.”
Tony saves himself the comment about Peter and his Thor shrine, and instead looks to the god in question, who is currently radiating a lot of energetic puppy energy. Thor picks up the box with ease, takes of the top, and holds it so that Peter can still reach inside but can’t see what’s exactly in there. “Please lift it out of here.”
Peter shoots Tony a look, almost as if to ask for permission, but Tony just nods. Slowly, Peter reaches inside the box and only two seconds later, he lifts his arm again – holding Mjölnir, Thor’s hammer.
Peter is worthy.
Who would have thought?
Well, now that Tony thinks about it, it’s not that surprising. The kid has his heart at the right spot. (In fact, he can’t think of anyone more worthy to lift that damned hammer.)
Peter’s eyes grow and grow, looking absolutely comically. “M-Mr. Stark? Did I, like, pass out and this is a dream? Or am I hallucinating or something?”
“It is real, Intern Peter,” Thor proudly proclaims, clapping him on the back twice. “You are worthy.”
“Oh my god. Someone take a picture before I faint or wake up or the hammer decides I’m not worthy anymore! Ned needs to see this!”
“Wait,” Tony says, holding up a hand, “does that mean Peter has to rule Asgard now? Do I need to get a new intern?”