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Hi everyone! Welcome to our story, basically it's a medieval AU that takes place in Tony's kingdom and it's a crossover with the clone wars. There will be lots of angst and also lots of fluff so we hope you enjoy it (also this is only the first chapter of many)! Please keep in mind that this is our first fic so we're still pretty new to this, also most of the story is posted on ao3 but we felt we should put it up on here too so more people could read it :)

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The room was cramped. More cramped than any room had the right to be, Tony thought tiredly. He moved slightly in his chair, its old wooden frame groaning from the strain as he shifted his weight. It was too early for this, way too early. On his best days he could barely force himself out of bed by 8:00. Today certainly wasn't one of his best days, and he'd been all but dragged to sit in this room at the crack of dawn.

His arm brushed up against the coarse wall as he shifted some more in an attempt to stop his legs from falling asleep. Said leg bumped right into Peter's as he shook it harder then was strictly necessary. The kid was sitting to his left in a similarly run down chair. Their shoulders were less than an inch apart, their other ones practically hugging the walls. The room really was way too small.

It didn't help that Peter was vibrating with barely contained excitement, excitement for something they didn't even understand yet. The kid was way too happy about their current predicament. He fought down a yawn and turned from him deciding to actually take a good look around.

Now that he was paying attention to more than just the rooms size, he was also starting to realize that it was old. Very, very old. Its worn stone walls were rough, cold, slightly damp, and stained with who knows what. You could hear water trickling down old material, and an awful musty smell was starting to make itself known. There was only one candle in the room, and it was an abnormally small one at that. However it still managed to light every dark crack or crevasse, which only helped to solidify just how pathetically small this room was. It's only furnishings were the two old chairs they said in, a bookshelf with four broken shelves, and a crooked, rotting table.

The room was so uncomfortably wet, cold, and cramped that Tony couldn't even begin to imagine what it had ever been used for. Whoever had designed it needed to find a new job, if just for the claustrophobia it caused.

"So," Peter's voice was way too big for the confined space they were in. It was so sudden and loud that it almost hurt to hear, and Tony had to force down a wince in reaction. "Where is he?"

That was a good question. "Don't know, bud." His voice was also too loud. Great. This room was even managing to make the simple act of talking painful. He wanted to leave, and probably would've if it weren't for the bundle of over-eager energy sitting right next to him

Peter looked happy, brown eyes wide and filled with a child-like wonder that Tony didn't know how the kid was able to hold on to. Peter was really looking forward to this, whatever this was, and Tony wasn't going to take that away from him.

Thor had dragged them to this room almost two hours ago now, having woken them up before sunrise, speaking of some "marvellous surprise" or whatever. Nothing about this room was marvellous, and the only surprise he'd gotten was finding out that there were leaks in his castle. Gosh, he was too tired for this.

He was just about to start up a conversation, just to fill the silence really, when the door behind them flew open. A large silhouette stood framed by the bright light in the hallway. Ok, scratch this room being kept well lit. Compared to the hallway the room was pitch black. The large form moved swiftly into the room and Tony's eyes followed him as the door creaked closed behind them and the man moved to stand over them.

"Ah, my friends!" He boomed, and if Peter's voice had seemed loud then Thor's was definitely about to start an earthquake. "I am truly sorry to have kept you waiting." This room's acoustics or whatever you wanted to call them really weren't doing good things to his ears.

Speaking up quickly, in an attempt to stop the third booming voice Tony quickly put in "Ya, well, we couldn't miss out on your big surprise" he said it as happily as he could, but he'd been sitting here for two hours after having been woken up way too early, and he was tired and grumpy. This had better be good, he thought.

Thor simply beamed, seemingly oblivious to Tony's inner turmoil and he started off on a tale about some grand adventure that Tony, in all honesty, didn't care about and tuned out.

Peter seemed thoroughly entertained though, and looked up at Thor with rapt attention. He smiled at that, at least one of them was enjoying this.

He must have really zoned out though, as the next thing he knew Peter was pushing at his arm, a smile splitting his face.

"Mr. Stark, come on, let's go."

"Yes, right, let's go." He was on his feet and following behind Peter quickly. He couldn't get out of that room quick enough. That was when it hit him "where exactly?"

Peter just rolled his eyes and let out a small laugh. "Aren't you the one who's supposed to be telling me to pay attention?"

"I am, and you did, so now I'm telling you to fill me in."

Peter rolled his eyes again, "we're going to the kitchen." He bounced ahead, walking briskly up the stairs. Tony almost had to run to keep up.

"Ok, cool, but why?" He wasn't in the mood for guessing games, and even Peter could test his patience at times.

"To do some baking." He said it blankly, no emotion on his face, like it was the most normal thing ever. Due to that for a second Tony almost believed it was. That was cool, baki-

He paused. "Wait what?" There's no way Peter had just said what he thought he did.

Peter turned to face him so they were looking at each other dead in the eyes. "We are going to go to the kitchen to bake."

There was a beat. "Why?"

"'Cause that was Thor's surprise." Again he said it like this was normal. "You should've been paying attention Mr. Stark, his story was so cool! He went on about how this recipe was handed down generation after generation all after being victoriously won in some big battle."

All Tony could think to that was, "Ok then." Closely followed by "What recipe is this exactly?"

"Oh, it's one for cinnamon rolls." Tony didn't know what he'd been expecting but it certainly wasn't that. There was no time for further question however, as now they'd finally made it to the overly large, and uncharacteristically empty kitchen.

"Pepper ordered everyone out of the kitchen for the morning, we are free to bake at our leisure!" Thor announced as he appeared seemingly out of nowhere, a stack of bowls and pans held carefully in his arms. "Let us begin!"

And so they did. After painstakingly gathering every ingredient and measuring them all out, they mixed the dough together and soon found themselves with a tray of uncooked cinnamon rolls.

The experience had been surprisingly fun, Tony would have never thought that he could find so much enjoyment in the simple act of baking. Peter had been smiling, and damn it that laughter was just too contagious. Soon all of them had been giggling like school children and there had been more flour on them then in the dough.

It had been nice, a break from reality, but now they were done. Thor was walking towards an oven with the loaded tray and all that was left to do was clean up. Which was something Tony really didn't want to do. So when Thor came back over to stand by then and happily announced "now all we have to do is wait" Tony decided they would be doing that waiting elsewhere.

All three of them quickly evaded the premise, Tony justifying it by saying that the kitchen staff were paid to do the cleaning anyways. They ended up following Thor to another room, this one much nicer than the last, and before long they were all eating cinnamon rolls from the day before. Despite not wanting to, Tony did have to admit they were honestly some of the best things that he had ever tasted.