"Whelp... I'm movin' out." Tony stood at the threshold of his father's study, hands in his jeans pockets and rolling back and forth on his heels, a toothless grin on his face.

Havard turned in his chair, "Excuse me?"

"Yeah, there's an abandoned house right off Fangr Valley- I'm movin' my stuff there and makin' it my place." His thumb and forefinger rubbed the edges of his beard while he spoke, his brain already making renovations to the rundown home he would soon occupy.

Tony's father, with his own pencil thin mustache, just stared at him. In Ásgard, children didn't usually leave their parents homes unless they married- Tony wasn't the type to settle down. He remembered that in Midgard, kids liked to strike out on their own and feign independence. Havard finally found his tongue, "You're not going to Midgard to be near your mother?"

"Nope," Tony shoved his hand back into his pocket, "I need a large space for some plans- can't get space like that for free on Earth."

"Huh." Havard nodded simply.

They stared at each other in silence and Tony held on the slightest hope that his father would hug him goodbye- he wouldn't come back if he didn't.

Havard didn't rise from his chair, he merely blinked at his son for a second and said, "Goodbye, Anthony."

Tony turned and walked away. "Bye, Dad." He walked to his room and stood and looked at its near emptiness. He had already moved all but one box of his things to his new dwelling and now he looked into the room with a slight sadness. His mother had been proud to hear that Tony was moving out of his father's house- at least she cared. She even got a little teary-eyed, which made her son nervous because he never knew how to handle crying people. Even though he hadn't lived with her on Earth for a few years now, him leaving the family house for his own signaled to her that he was ready to be independent. For Tony it just meant he was sick of his father and being treated like a six year old. In reality he was nearly twenty years older than that, never mind that he acted like he was only ten years older.

He lived the majority of his life on Midgard with his mother, Maria Stark. Havard had been a visitor to Midgard and had been completely taken by her beauty and her carefree lifestyle. By the time Tony was born, Havard had been called back to Ásgard. Maria kept Anthony with her on Earth when Havard said he couldn't yet look after a child in Ásgard, but that had been fine with her, she couldn't have a child and then have him disappear without a trace. No one would believe her story that a god had come down and loved her. They never married, and although they hardly saw each other since the day of Tony's birth, they still loved each other.

When Maria informed her friends of her pregnancy, of course they all gathered to get a list of names down. While her friends wrote down names like 'Rainbow Sun' and Starfire', she discreetly wrote 'Howard' and 'Bruce' and the like. Although she was one of those so-called 'hippies' like her friends, she never bought into weird star-baby names. She worried that her child would be made fun of in school if they had a name like 'Juniper Harbor Stark'. Truth be told, Anthony wasn't in the list of baby names during her pregnancy. When the doctors handed over the chubby newborn baby, declaring the child a boy, she reached out her arms for him and cooed,

"Oh, my Anthony!" To this day she doesn't know why that name popped into her head- she had finally decided on calling him Steve Rogers after the great 'Captain America' Steve Rogers, whom she and Havard (although he would never admit it) admired. And so he was Anthony Edward Stark.

Tony's first day of school had been an eventful one- the teacher sat down with Maria at one of the yellow plastic 'Fischer Price' tables and chairs and informed her that her son was too advanced for kindergarten and also that he thought his father was a god. It took everything she had not to inform the woman that it was true and that Tony was her half Ásgardian, half Human spawn but somehow she restrained herself and laughed with the teacher about her sons 'wild imagination'. So Tony was bumped up the ranks in school and was finally tested to confirm his genius. Maria was more than proud.

Tony picked up the last box on the floor and settled it on his hip as he left the now empty room and walked out of the house. The new house (which wasn't really new) was a few hours out of the city. From the left side of the stone mansion the city could be seen in the distance, the All Father's palace in all its golden glory towering over it all.

Fangr Valley, where the house sat at the edge of, was pretty much a shallow crater now filled with golden grass nearly a foot high. On the other side of the plain was Heiðwood, a clear and beautiful forest. Heiðwood grew thinly right outside the city and continued on larger and thicker outwards to spread immensely around and a bit down into the field.

Tony stood away from the house and admired it. A portion of the roof had collapsed on one end, and all the shutters were either missing or hanging on for dear life. The other side of the house (where the roof was more or less intact) was missing its wall. Well, not necessarily missing, more like strewn all over the floor of the building where Tony was told a bilgesnipe crashed through. As a whole, the house looked like shit. Tony thought it was glorious. He smiled and made his way inside.

It was definitely a project- rebuilding the dilapidated portions of the place, but this was exactly what he wanted, what he needed. He was forever bored when he wasn't out finding a woman or building or planning something new and exciting. He needed this new space, needed this new project- needed a new life.

When he finally stepped into the house via missing wall on the far end, he set his last box of possessions down and settled his hands on his hips, looking around and surveying the damage. He sighed contentedly and opened the box he had set down. He pulled out his laptop computer he had gotten (and since upgraded) a few years back on Earth. He opened the lid and on the screen a light blue square opened onto it.

"Morning, Jarvis." He said to the box on the screen.

"Good Morning, sir. You're up quite earlier than usual." A voice sounded out of the computers speakers.

"Had to move to the new place," Tony tilted his head a little, "and rebuild it."

"Quite a useful way to spend your time, sir."

"Mm-hmm. Jarvis, open a page and put down my priorities as I list 'em. We'll make it a check list."

On the computer screen, an empty white rectangle appeared and overlapped the blue square a little. "And what shall I file this under?" The voice asked.

"Just uh, put it under 'Renovations'." He was turning and inspecting the immediate area when he began speaking again- listing off large and important tasks like fixing the wall and roof, to small things like sealing the crack on the floor. All the while the computer, Jarvis, filled that page with Tony's commands.

Jarvis was Tony's artificial intelligence system. He created him nearly a month ago after a predicament. He was sitting on the other side of his room, surrounded by stacks of motherboards and piles of circuitry when he needed to look at a reference which was on his laptop, across the room. He had tried to carefully stand and navigate through his mess to reach it and of course he knocked over more than half of it all anyways. He declared it stupid and decided he would create a program that would listen, comprehend, and obey his command. And then Jarvis was born, so to speak, British accent and all.

Jarvis became more and more advanced as Tony talked to him and upgraded him and now he was becoming a true AI- learning from his creator and the disks of dictionaries and wikipedia pages from Earth. Ásgard's information was a little more difficult though. None of their information was digital and if Tony wanted Jarvis to have info about any of the other eight realms, he had to find a book and then either scan it or read it to him. He hated that. If anyone was going to read aloud, it wouldn't be him and it would be read to him!

But Jarvis became more of a person each time he was fed new information, even though he only existed in Tony's laptop, and to Tony, he was a friend. Someone he could talk to who would comprehend his words. That's all he wanted- one person to understand him.

Tony finished making the to-do list and stood next to the laptop, staring at uneven edges of the wall where the rest of it had been toppled down. He rubbed his hands together with a grin on his lips. "Well, let's get the solar charger on the roof, then we'll fix the wall."

"We, sir?" Jarvis drawled, knowing full well he was stationary.

"You know what I mean, sass-machine. Got almost the entire day to charge up the cells!"

With that, he pulled out the thick metal stack that was the solar charger out of the box and crawled up onto the roof and unfolded it. With the cells set up and stable, he slid down and exclaimed, "And now the wall!"


Sorry Tony's chapters are significantly shorter than Loki's, but that's how it's coming out. And I know we all know who Jarvis is, but I thought he warranted a little explanation for the hell of it.

I didn't do any research on whether or not Fischer-Price existed in the 1960's/70's but there it is anyways.

Tony gets all his technological shit from Earth when he lived there with his momma and when he visits her, otherwise, he builds off of what he has and takes shit apart, making into new stuff.

This still going alright for everyone? Do we even like this story, no matter how freaking slow it is?