Author's Note: This one really came from when me and my friend were messing around. It's technically attached to "And I heard a whisper tell me live". :)

Characters: Tony, Thor

Warnings: None

Written: 2017 some time. :)

Note: Not checked for spelling or grammar!

Thor loves sandwiches.

Thor, really, really, loves sandwiches. In fact, Tony isn't sure he's ever seen someone who loves sandwiches as much as the Asgardian. Shoving two into his mouth at once, Thor shoots Tony a hoty smile that, in response to the Stark can barely manage a grimace.

"You really like sandwiches," Tony comments.

"And you really like stating the obvious," comes the retort in between sandwich bites.

"Wow." Tony says as, despite the two sandwiches Thor is trying to chew, the words are still understandable.

"I thought you were hungry," Thor objects.

"Oh, I was," Tony assures with a nod, "until I saw that." Tony says and waves his hands in Thor's general direction, curling his lip upwards."Plus, I couldn't take all the crying and emotions, but now I'm feeling like crying, seeing you like sandwiches so much. Maybe I can get Bruce to take a few hours off of Pietro's surgery, I'm going to need a doctor soon."

Thor's responding expression clearly states, "Whimp."

Tony smacks a hand over his heart, "I have a delicate stomach!"

Pulling up the peanut butter knife (of which, Tony is disgusted to say Thor used in the jam too) Thor begins to make his next sandwich.

"What number is that?" Tony asks, not entirely sure if he can mentally handle the answer. It must be above ten. At least. Probably more. Thor's a stress eater.

Thor shrugs.

"I hope you'll be okay," Tony scornfully states. "But if you start throwing up everywhere, I'm not cleaning it up."

Thor snickers in response, and, as he's faithfully done to the last dozen or so sandwiches, presses the pieces of bread together and slices it down the middle in a angle with a knife.

"Why do you even bother cutting it?"

"The crust's gross."

"You're hopeless." Tony moans and lets his head drop onto the countertop.

"No, I'm hungry," Thor replies nonchalantly.

"I'm starting to see why Loki rampaged New York. A thousand years of watching you do this, over and over." Tony states, his voice muffled through his crossed arms. Thor's amused expression drops almost instantly and he looks far less willing to eat the entire kitchen without breaking sweat.

Tony lifts his head up to glance at the Asgardian for a moment and notices his fallen expression. Tony gnaws on his inner lip.

"My brother is dead, Captain, I am here to retrieve his weapon only. He died with honor."

Yeah, great going there, Stark.

Tony's brain scrambles for a moment before he raises his eyebrow, "I'm seriously disgusted, though, you used the same knife." Tony says and forces his voice to be far more distressed than he really feels.

Thor rolls his eyes, "I've seen you do the same."

Tony slaps a hand over his heart, "I would not. Have you seen how furious Bruce gets when he finds peanut butter or jam where they're not supposed to be?"

Thor pauses for a moment his eye twitching slightly, "No."

"It's terrifying." Tony assures then pauses for a second, "