Part 17

A/N: The candy chosen here was for convenience. I don't particularly like skittles, but I don't not like them either. But the aesthetic… you'll get it, it comes with a surprised exclamation from Tony Stark. Also, I had the sudden urge to write this fluff (not really, just Tony and Thor friendship) chapter with no plot whatsoever. It's absurdly short. I know. There will be at least one more today.

In which Thor mopes.

Tony Stark had his feet up, watching TV with Thor. Well, more like trying to show Thor the movie his nickname was inspired by while Thor was moping around at Fury putting him on house arrest. For his own safety, not that Thor had any concept of such. Nor did he understand why Fury had taken the advice of someone he had treated like an enemy so seriously. To be fair, neither did Tony.

Suddenly, Tony had a brainwave. And for (most likely) the first time in his life, he didn't have to build anything to make it a reality. He jumped up from the couch and rushed over to the pantry right next to the bar, suddenly grateful for all the aspects of his tower Loki, and Hulk smashing Loki, had broken, the bar and it's pantry were not included in the list.

There! A red packet. He pulled it off the shelf.

"Alright, Thor, I remember what you briefly mentioned about Asgarrd not having candy. That can't be allowed to stand. I'm going to get you hooked on sugar!"

"Tony," A day of annoying Thor and he finally used Tony's first name, and not something like Man of Iron or the like, because there wasn't even any iron in his suit, "What are those vibrant grapes?"

"These? These aren't grapes, they're candy. Sugar, chemicals I'm not nearly bored enough to decipher or extract, and food coloring. Delicious and will likely give you the biggest adrenaline boost of your life, unless you've already had coffee."

"Alright, I will try these unnatural pieces of food." Thor acquiesced

"So? Do I finally get to share the tower with another sugar junkie?" Tony asked eagerly.

"These taste familiar."

"Really? So Asgard does have skittles after all." Tony stated confidently.

"No, Asgard does not have these. But they taste like strange grapes I once had."

"Point break, hate to break it to you, but these ain't grapes. It's candy. Entirely earth-made."

"No, I have tasted these before I know it. Ah! A few decades ago, Loki started obsessively eating grapes, but some of the time, I could tell it was an illusion, when he slipped up. He let me have some, they tasted exactly like these."

"Wait, back up a sec? I've heard a ton of strange shit recently, but Loki being hooked on skittles is some new level of twists. Especially from mister Earth is an ant under my boot." Tony sputtered, falling over the back of the couch.

"Mister Stark, my algorithms detect Thor starting to obsessively eat skittles at the same rate he eats pop tarts. Should I order another 50 pounds ahead of time?"

"Yeah, JARVIS. You're a lifesaver. Well, more like a snack-pantry-from-Thor saver. You do that." Tony agreed, then groaned when his mind finally caught up with his muscles, realizing he was upside down, having just fallen over the back of his couch. Whatever supernatural mambo-jumbo he was now equipped with was awesome, but protect him from his own everyday clumsy blunders it did not.