A/N: I know, late update again. I'm so sorry guys but school and exams had been keeping me more than busy. I didn't really had time nor inspiration to type anything. I hope you are still tuned and that this chapter will make up for the lost time.

Disclaimer: No, Marvel, I don't own any of those characters. They are all yours. Happy now?

The journey to the chambers was quiet as most of the team members were too busy with staring around themselves, their eyes wide like sockets and their lips parted in shock as they ventured down the gold painted hallways. The color on the columns and walls made the billionaire feel a bit more at ease, for the simple reason that the warm color was reminding him of his armor. His armor. The man's lips curled upright into a slight grin as he thought of his armor. Of his baby, as he used to call it in private. Or his boy, the term he used wherever he was, no matter how strange or creepy that sounded.

Tony released a sigh as he realized that all the team members vanished into thin air, or rather, in their chambers. That made him feel uncomfortable, being alone with the woman that apparently could read his mind. How weird did it sound? To know that someone knows each of your thoughts either it is good or bad. Shaking his head to self, he made a mental note to block any bad thoughts from surfacing, even if that was impossible for someone like him.

"And this shall be your chamber." The woman's voice snapped him out from his own little world of thoughts.

Arching an eyebrow, Tony took a cautious step toward the woman as he crossed an arm in front of his chest defensively. Truth was, he found creepy the woman's words and he put on a defensive act ever since. As if he tried to raise a grandiose wall between his mind and hers and block her out. After all, who was she to invade his privacy? If there was a thing that Tony had left completely private then it was his mind and he wasn't planning on changing that for an Asgardian goddess.

With a soft and gentle smile, Frigga clutched the door knob into her palm and gave it a soft push downwards before pushing the door open. Inside, just like in the other chambers, there was no dragon or monster as Tony expected to be. It was a perfectly normal room, or maybe more than normal. Not that it had Jarvis' voice coming from the ceiling or that it had Dummy poking his arm somewhere from behind a closet. No, it was a simple yet elegant and perfectly arranged room.

"I shall let you to get some rest now." Frigga said, taking a step back and away from the door. Her hands lowered themselves to her side as she clutched the dress between her gentle fingers in attempt to keep herself from stepping on it.

"Yeah, that would be good." Tony agreed – or rather snapped – with a small nod of his chin. He noticed the woman's face change from gentle to stone cold as a soft sigh escaped her lips. Oh, well, maybe that wasn't the greatest thing to say at the moment but he couldn't help himself. "I meant, I'm tired and yes, some rest sounds good." He added quickly as an embarrassed smile formed on his dry lips.

"The dinner is served around seven o'clock. I will send a maid to announce you when it is ready." Frigga announced with a small wrinkle of her nose. Clutching the dress sides tighter between her fingers, the blonde woman bent from the middle a little in a respectful beam before she turned around and disappeared down the long hallways of the palace.

With a loud sigh, Tony took a step inside the chamber, clutching the smooth and slippy doorknob in his rough hand. He heard the door close behind him with a soft click sound that seemed a thousand times louder in the silence of the chamber. He rested his back against the now closed door as his hand reached up to remove his shades. Funny thing was that they still remained in place even if he practically traveled between words through a mind blowing vortex. The mere thought made a small chuckle escape the man's lips as his eyes began to wander around the room.

The windows were huge yet not floor-length as his Malibu house windows but not too far from it either. One curtain hang on each side of the windows, the fabric seeming slippy and soft, probably silk, even if he didn't reach the part where he could touch them. He'll get to that too and probably prove his theory. Not far from the windows, on the opposite wall was settled a white vanity with a golden framed mirror. Apparently, in Asgard the Victorian furniture was still in trend. The thought made a smile curl at the corners of the billionaire's mouth.

Settling his eyes on the nearest closet, the man released a huff as he stepped in front of the large piece of furniture. That was it, he will be forced to make a fool of himself and wear Asgardian clothes. How ridiculous did it sound? Shaking his head, his hands grabbed the closet's doorknobs and pushed open the doors of it. Inside, there were various suits, thing that made Tony's eyebrows raise in surprise. Probably Thor had told his parents stories about Midgard and maybe even ordered some clothes for the team. Well, that was unexpected.

"Remember when you said that there's no throne? Oh, I give you the chance to change your mind about it. There is a throne, and it isn't even a few meters away from you. Don't you crave to be the one sitting on that throne? You, the man who has all the power back there on Midgard, the one who controls everything from a pathetic suit of armor. You know that you want to be the one sitting there, the one ruling the universe, all the Nine Realms –"

"Stop it!" The billionaire shouted as he clutched his head between his hands, his fingertips turning white from the strength he used on holding his head. His ragged breathing soon became the only sound in the room as his eyes peered up, curiously yet fearfully, toward the rest of the room. Releasing his grip on his head, the man gave a silent gasp as his eyes scanned the area cautiously.

"What was that?" He whispered to himself, recalling the cold voice that had been whispering those harsh words in his mind. His wide eyes slowly began to get back to their normal form as his hands and the rest of his body relaxed from the crouched position he found himself into.

Standing up on shaky legs, the man dragged himself to the king sized bed as the pearly sweat-drops kept running down his forehead and onto his cheeks and between his eyes. Allowing himself to fall on the bed, the billionaire kicked away his shoes before laying down on the bed and curling into himself. What was that? Who was the man that had enough strength to enter his mind and whisper in it. Who was the man behind the cold, serpent voice? And why did he said that? Staring at the windows, the billionaire knew that he wasn't going to get any sleep this afternoon.

Love it? Hate it? Anyone knows who that serpent voiced man is? Also, sorry for the lack of Loki or the Avengers in this chapter. I tried to describe Tony and Asgard a bit more here but don't worry, Loki will come back soon as well!

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