Feeling You Up
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"But, like, how?"
Tony's question was about as intelligent as it was going to get, and Thor couldn't help but chuckle at the tiny man.
"Asgardian Mead contains magic, in a way. It knows if you are worthy, and only then will it release it's full wrath upon you."
"But how does a beverage know if someone can handle their liquor?!"
"That is for me to know, and for you to drink." Thor rumbled out, nudging the tumbler towards Tony, grinning wide. The brunette closed his eyes, shaking his head, a slight smile on his face as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Listen, Fabio, I can handle my liquor, and if this, this drink, thinks that I can, it may or may not fuck me six ways to Sunday. You feel me?"
Thor reached out a meaty hand, grasping at Tony's thinner bicep in a reassuring way. Tony looked at him in confusion, wide eyes bouncing between the drink and the god; he didn't pull away, so Thor moved closer, hugging him a bit to his chest.
"I assure you, Man of Iron, I am feeling you quite well."
Tony sighed, shaking his head, he grabbed the tumbler in one quick movement, taking a swig of it.
"Hopefully I won't feel this. Tonight or tomorrow."
Thor's growing smirk wasn't the least bit reassuring.