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[ The look on Tony's face as the feed clicks on is clearly unamused. Possibly even Unamused, capital and all. Why is he so irritated you might ask? Well, don't you worry about that, he is bound to let you know. As soon as he finishes sipping on his coffee in a more than obnoxious way. If you look close enough, and know Tony, you will be able to see a darkness beneath his eyes, the kind that comes with too much coffee and too many ideas and not enough hours in the day, so clearly he has to sacrifice some of the night for the Greater Good or some shit.

Whatever. That is why there is coffee.

Once the coffee has been consumed, Tony gets up from where he is sitting, and it becomes very obvious that he is in the kitchen on the floor, a kitchen you have all seen thanks to a Viking, but there is no sign of him now. However, there are signs of someone making a rather large breakfast here (if only you could smell it, seriously, Tony would kill to eat some of it okay) and not sharing.

This? This is why Tony is unamused.]

Really, you come in here, use the space and leave the dishes, while also not sharing?

[ Steve is gonna be annoyed. Not that he isn't usually in that state. The images shifts as Tony puts the phone down, and there is the sound of more coffee making its way into his cup while you get a lovely view of the ceiling. Look, no scorch marks. Yet.]

That's just rude, even for gods of chaos and mischief. And here I was going to make you a fancy partial AI for your phone. Ha.

[ Look, he doesn't know if it was Loki, but he assumes it is. Because if it was Steve or Bucky they would have shared, and he is pretty sure that Stephen only eats things that are still moving, and Billy-- well maybe him too. But for now, his ire is on Loki.]

Also, working on some ideas for the defence perimeter, some new weapons and targeting systems, if there is anyone that has any ideas, let me know. I mean, I've probably already thought of it, but still might be nice to bounce ideas around.

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[ Tony drops the phone and is going back to sipping at the coffee when Ivar drags himself into the kitchen. He doesn't speak, just sits there and sips his coffee, oddly quiet for him, and watches. Honestly, usually he would make a comment about something, probably something that is seen as being highly offensive because that is how he rolls, but he would rather finish this coffee and get a read on this guy; they share a floor so--

There is a snort into the mug at the suggestion and gives him a pointed look.]

Nuh uh, I am not cleaning up the godlings mess, thank you. I have my own messes to deal with I am not dealing with his.

He's a god. I think he's got better things to do than clean up after himself.

[He's already met Loki, so Tony will have to deal with sharing space with someone who literally worships the mischief maker as a supreme being. He scrapes out the dirt from another finger.]

It seems like several of you are already aquatinted with one another.

[ BLANK STARE.

Oh fuck off. No, NOPE Tony is not dealing with this.]

He is a menace and a terror and if he didn't keep things interesting, I would probably be more annoyed with him. Also, not really a god. More like... really powerful and magically inclined alien. With a complex.

[ Because heresy is a thing Tony is comfortable with thanks. Even with that knife being handled so casually. Seriously, Natasha would like you.]

We're from the universe, I am on a team with his brother Thor. [ Namedrop what. ] And Loki likes to go out of his way to make life difficult for me, it's not a fair relationship that we have at all. Though, I guess he can be useful. Once in a while. I take it you have spoken to him already?

[That probably wasn't the smartest thing to tell a devout and very unstable Viking warrior. He stops cleaning his fingernails, pointing the knife at Tony in a manner that definitely portrays he knows how to use it. Despite not having use of his legs, there's an air of menace that seems to surround him.]

I'd be careful what you say about him around me. He might not take offense, but I won't take it if my gods are being blasphemed.

[Maybe he's a Christian. That might explain the casual heresy.]

[ And that? That just makes Tony snort. He taps idly at his phone as he raises an eyebrow at the knife and, between one beat and the next, there is a red and gold suit of armour in the doorway. It doesn't move, and Tony is sure he can disarm Ivar if he needed to, but just in case. Try him, bowl cut, try him. ]

Uh huh, I should be careful what I say around everyone, hasn't stopped me yet. Probably should be a little more careful, but let's be real, I really don't care. If you worship the Liesmith, so be it, I don't care, just don't get pissed when I treat him like the pain in my ass he has been for the last ten years. I like the kid well enough when he isn't causing shit, at least he is interesting [ He pauses and makes a face.] But for the love of all that is holy, do not tell him I said that.

[ Christian. Right. Tony has issues with religious ideals in general. Especially after meeting so many 'gods' in his time. Makes it difficult, you know? ]

I take it you weren't plucked from a renaissance faire then? You legit are a Viking?

[He notices the suit of armor out of the corner of his eye. Where had that come from? And why did it look so gaudy?]

You don't strike me as a man that holds much respect for anyone. Which means you're either a fool, fearless, or both.

[He stabs the knife quickly and casually into the table between two of Tony's fingers. He really should learn to get along with people better, but let's face it. He doesn't even get along with his own family.]

I think that should sufficiently answer your question.

[ It isn't gaudy, it's sexy. Wow. Have some taste, will you. The armour stays there, silent and unmoving unless Tony commands it, but honestly, he doesn't feel threatened. Much.]

You would be right on that, well, I hold respect for those who have earned it and there are a few people in that category. As for the fearless or fool, let's say both. Both is good.

[ And if that is meant to scare him, it doesn't. It actually makes Tony laugh, not flinching from the impact before he moves his hand and pulls the knife out, inspecting it before handing it back to the guy with a sharp grin.]

It doesn't, but I'll take it. I like you. Names Tony, and you are?

[Well, Tony's reaction definitely makes him fall into the fool category. Ivar could've taken off a finger or pinned his hand to the table if he was so inclined. He takes his knife back, playing around with it in his hands as he answers.]

Ivar Ragnarsson. Or Ivar The Boneless. [A nickname as creepy sounding as it is cool. He'd made it into the history books with that one.]

[ You didn't throw it at his head, okay, clearly you didn't want to actually hurt him. And despite him being the human of their merry band of misfits back home, he still has damn good reaction times thank you.]

Mmm, a pleasure to meet you Ivar. [ Look, he has heard weirder names okay. ] Want some coffee at all?

[ He gestures to the coffee pot that still, miraculously, has coffee in it. ]

I'd say likewise, but I'm still deciding. [Ivar's not sure what to make of the man. He's flippant and a little bit of a idiot, but it's hard to tell if that's natural, or covering up for something else. He eyes the coffee with suspicion.]

What's in it?

[He's from a time that doesn't have the drink.]

Probably not a pleasure at all, it's okay. That is a thing that I am used to honestly.

[ There is another flash of a grin, knife sharp and amused. You are on the mark with it being very muchly so a cover up for something else. The fact that he is two steps from having a bit of a break down because of the shit that has been going on back in his home universe probably doesn't help anything either.

Tony pours the coffee into a new cup that is within reach and slides it towards Ivar.]

Coffee. The best damned thing to exist I tell you. I mean, if you like bitter hot water that sometimes tastes like dirt, but not if you brew it right, that can keep you up. It has the ability to block adenosine from binding to the receptors in your brain and--[ p a u s e .....] You probably didn't want the molecular breakdown did you. Whatever. This shit is amazing and helps you stay away if you are like me and don't exactly have a good relationship with sleep. If it's too bitter, add sugar. Add cream to it and you are a heathen.

You must have a lot of friends with an attitude like that.

[He watches Tony with his bright eyes, still trying to read him. Ivar's good at that, figuring people out, wondering what makes them tick. Tony is an unknown element and so that makes him interesting.

The coffee gets a cautious sniff and the explanation gets a blank stare. He's not stupid, just ignorant, so all the science goes straight over his head. Then he drinks it. The warmth of it is nice, but the drink itself is too bitter for Ivar's tastes. He picks up the sugar bowl and pours out a good amount into his cup. The second sip is much better.]

This could take some getting used to. It's interesting. Not that I have trouble staying up. [He's naturally a bit of a night owl, which his roommates might discover if they ever find him creepily staring at then in the middle of the night.]

[ That makes Tony snort.]

The ones that matter can handle it, not sure why they put up with me but there are some that do.

[ Is he being oddly open about that? Maybe, or maybe that was just how Tony Stark rolls.

The genius watches as he takes a sip of the coffee, considering. Tony is more than aware that there are those that love coffee and those that hate it. There is also the middle ground of tolerating it because of the things it can help you achieve but--

When Ivar adds sugar to it, Tony laughs a little.] You can get it in flavours too, it's like a damned religion where I am from. I probably worship at the alter of coffee myself, but eh. [ He shrugs a little, still smiling.] I don't have much of an issue with staying up but sometimes...

[ There is a sheepish look.] I am more than a little known for going days without sleep, especially if I have a project, and I am not the most aware human after those binges. Throw a knife then and I might actually flinch. If I notice.

I've wondered that about myself sometimes. My brothers put up with me, but that's more out of obligation that anything else. I'm not sure they actually like me.

[He did love them most days. It hadn't cut down on the murder attempts, but hey, he's only tried to kill one out of four, so he's doing alright in the family homicide department. His entire family was screwed up to one degree or another. It was like one big ancient soap opera.

He takes another sip of coffee. So many strange drinks in this new place. Soda was fast becoming a favorite of his. The cabinets in the kitchen were now fully stocked thanks to the young Viking. As Tony continues to speak, he's getting a more full picture of how the genius blasphemer operates. People were like chess pieces. They all moved in certain ways.]

That's very interesting. Now I know when to plan the assassination attempts.

[That's a joke...maybe. Nothing Tony says has really warranted death yet, but Ivar's been known to kill men for less.]

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