"Whosoever wields this armour, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Ironman." Thor removed his hand from the breastplate of the Mk 43 armour and stood back. Stark watched expectantly.
"That's it? No bouquet of flowers? No white doves?"
"Those are the words, yes. Though I must admit, it has been many years since I have practiced the craft of what you would call magic."
"I wouldn't even call that magic," Tony said disappointedly. "You know what I'd call that? Poetry, at best."
"Patience, my friend."
Weakly glowing Norse runes flickered briefly into existence on the armour before fading back into the metal. Thor beamed proudly.
"Better. And this guarantees that nobody other than me can use it, right?" Tony Stark asked.
"Of course!" Stark's shoulders relaxed a little. "Just you and anybody else who is worthy."
"But-"
"Or anybody whose arcane knowledge exceeds my own. They could break through the enchantment quite easily."
Tony looked at the musclebound figure and winced. He knew electrical engineers with more wizardiness than this norse warrior.
"I have done as you asked, yet you still seem troubled, my friend," Thor declared with a frown.
"Me? Troubled?" Stark scoffed.
Thor nodded. "Perhaps it is your involvement in the creation of Ultron, culminating in the destruction of a large slavic settlement, that weighs upon you."
"You just had to bring that up..." Stark grumbled. "Okay, fine, yeah, it is starting to piss me off a little. Not just Ultron. The Iron Legion, War Machine, Obadiah Stane-bot... Last year I helped build helicarriers for Hydra. Everything I build always ends up being used to hurt people."
"Your inventions do have a way of getting away from you," Thor nodded. "Quite literally in fact!" he boomed, chuckling to himself. Jane Foster had been teaching him the nuances of modern earth humour.
Stark sighed. "Some days it's like we're still in the weapon business. I thought a little Asgardian security mumbo jumbo might help me sleep at night."
"Ah! Robots may not be my strong suit but that I can certainly aid you with! A stout ale or two always helps me sleep." He slapped Stark hard on the back, booming, "Come! This night you will drink in the halls of my father!"
Stark's eyebrows raised. "You're inviting me to Asgard? The realm of the gods? Wow..."
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