Full Summary:
Past: No one expected the marriage to go well, which is why the stipulation was made for Loki and Thor to separate once a child was produced. That is exactly what happened, leaving two broken creatures in its wake.
Present: Magni accepted long ago that his parents' separation was for the best. But with his father now a mortal man seeking redemption, facing a mystery only his mother seems to have answers to, Magni has to intervene. Just as Thor beings to realize the damage caused by his arrogance, he also realizes that Loki may very well be lost to him forever. Tony Stark tries hard not to fall in love with his friend's former spouse, but of course things don't go that way, and he ends up in the middle of a political rift. Loki can't help but find Tony a strange mixture of frustrating and endearing, and before he comprehends what he is feeling, old wounds are being stitched closed under Tony's steady hands.
Future: Thor has learned. Loki grieves, and Thor waits.
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Ahhhhhh! Okay, actually doing it. Actually venturing into Thorki for the first time. There's this completely different dynamic from frostiron, and it's something that really interested me, so here's something that explores both of them side by side.
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The atmosphere in the golden city of Asgard gave the illusion of a society preparing for war, not one about to celebrate a wedding. It did not help that the skies were continually overcast, nor that the Allfather was just as angry as his son. It almost did not seem possible for things to seem worse, but then the Jotun arrived.
Thor decided spending the day hunting was a better idea than actually greeting his soon to be spouse. He had left Sif and Volstagg behind to greet the Jotun party instead. They found him in the late afternoon, Volstagg's loud voice scaring away the buck Thor had been tracking for the better part of three hours. It did nothing to improve his mood.
"For a Jotun he is awfully small," Volstagg said, ignoring Thor's grumbled annoyance.
"At least the bedding will not be as awkward as you feared," Fandral joked, his laughter cut off when thunder boomed overhead. "Um, well, yes-"
Sif shook her head, and Fandral clamped his mouth shut. "You know you have to go back, Thor. If you miss the feast tonight you risk ruining the whole arrangement."
Thor sighed in defeat. Sif was about as happy about this wedding as Thor was. The Allfather must truly be in a state if she was advocating for his return. "I refuse to be happy about this."
"No one said you had to be. You just have to go through with it, but at least there will be magnificent feasts to attend!"
"Volstagg, the only one who cares about that is you."
The magnificent feast was not enjoyable. The Jotun party, consisting of twenty five members, plus the three princes, sat on their own side of the room. The Asgardians were loud, but nowhere near the level of cheer that usually accompanied a feast. Many of the warriors in attendance had fought alongside Odin during the war. They at least had not forgotten that the Jotun were the enemy, unlike his father.
Thor glowered down at his plate. The mead had been poured, but Odin was refusing to allow the servants to bring in the food until Thor was formally introduced to his fiancé. The Allfather stood, made some grandiose speech about how wonderful it was that Asgard and Jotunheim would finally be friends, but Thor didn't hear a word of it.
He was forced out of his pout when Frigga elbowed his side, drawing his attention back to his father who was glaring at him with his good eye. Beside him stood the smallest Jotun Thor had ever seen. Thor forced his chair back, ever muscle rigid as he moved to his father's side and had his hand placed within Loki's. A hesitant cheer went up from the Asgardians, but the Jotun remained stoically silent.
"A pleasure to finally meet you," Loki said, his tone sending alarms off in Thor's head. Loki curled his fingers in Thor's embrace, and the cold began to burn, but Thor refused to let go. The two princes would obviously rather stab each other than marry come morning.
"This is a cheap imitation."
"Well it's not like I have a dying star to work from."
Thor gives the hammer a few more swings. It is nothing like holding Mjolnir, but the weight in his hand is still familiar and comforting. "You are right, friend Tony. Forgive me, I was ungrateful. It is a fine weapon."
Tony's eyebrows cock upwards, the man not even trying to hide his surprise. Thor cannot blame him, he has not been the easiest person to get along with since their team, known as the Avengers, had formed. Midgard is a strange world, and Thor had not done well in adapting to it. Things that were perfectly acceptable back home were not tolerated here. Still, Tony had returned with him to New Mexico after their battle with the mortal magician calling himself Doom. Tony had sauntered his way into the SHIELD base and studied Mjolnir up close since none of the Midgardian machines seemed unable to work around the hammer.
Now Thor has the closest thing mortal technology can make to Mjolnir. The hammer still hums with electricity, but Thor can no longer call on true force of the storm. He must be satisfied with this until Odin deems him redeemed.
Tony wanders off, quickly returning with two glasses and a bottle of scotch. "Let's celebrate." He pours out the alcohol and slides one glass toward Thor.
Thor nods, downing his share. The liquid burns its way down his throat, nowhere near as strong as the mead he is used to, but delicious in its own way. That is the thing he is coming to realize about Midgard, even the simplest things hold surprises.
"You know," Tony says, sipping his own scotch at a slower pace, "I'm still having a hard time believing you're not from this world."
Thor's brow furrows, his all too expressive face doing enough to convey his annoyance. "Your Midgardian magicians-"
"Scientists," Tony interrupts. "No such thing as magic."
The former thunder god takes a deep breath to calm himself. Anger and rashness have not served him well here. They did not serve him well when he went charging into Jotunheim and threatened his former spouse. He has to reel in his temper if he ever wants to see home again. This, at least, he understands. "For a man obsessed with proof, you do not accept what is present before your eyes."
"Never trust just one of your senses, sight least of all. It's the easiest sense to fool. I admit, that hammer of yours is out of this world,-" Tony pauses to roll his eyes at Thor's triumphant grin, "-but there's other explanations I would reach for before Norse god."
Thor shrugs, pouring himself more scotch. "There is nothing I can say now to convince you. Your proof will simply have to wait until my powers are returned."
Tony holds his glass up in a toast. "Can't wait for it, Point Break." Tony is grinning at him, like he truly cannot wait for Thor to prove him wrong. Despite how they originally butted heads when introduced, quite literally, Thor has come to like Tony. The man is the last person who would treat him with the respect a prince deserves, but he isn't afraid to call Thor out, none of the Avengers are really. He should be annoyed, but instead the whole experience is rather…refreshing.
"Sir," Tony's seemingly omnipotent servant calls out, "Agent Coulson is here. He wishes to speak to Mr Odinson."
Tony throws his head back, downing the remainder of his drink, and setting the glass down with a sharp clink. "Let's go see what Agent wants."
They leave the labs, making their way up to the communal living area Tony has set aside in Stark Tower for the Avengers. Thor happily swings his new hammer around, laughing as Tony takes residence in the corner of the elevator and shoots him a mock glare. In truth though, Tony is proud that Thor is happy with his work, his eyes following the hammer's path through the air.
"Son of Coul!" Thor greets once the elevator doors open. The smile on his immediately falters. Coulson is a rather stoic figure, so the rather grim look on his face is telling. "What has happened?"
Coulson grits his teeth, the silence creating a tension Thor hasn't experienced since he was taken into custody. "Mjolnir has been stolen."
