Assending!
Chapter Ascendance
Toby’s missle strucked Thors face but Thor did ot flinch.
“Ah! A jov’al greeting ‘tween two men?” Thor asked smiling.
“Allow me to return the sentiment!”
Thor grabbed the missal and threw it back at TIron Man. Iron Men flew up and dogged it but only barely. He had has drink too many alcohol so his head was sloggy.
“Thou lookst ill, good friend, I do proclaim.” Thor exclaimed with care.
“What is it that has thrown thee off thy game?”
“Shhhhhuuuut,” Ton yslurred, “the fuuuuck. Uuuuup.” He used the supper strength in his suit to piledrive Thor into the floor and the floor cracked. Tony snarrled with angre. “This isss why Iinvited nIck Furry not yoy. You talk like some1 ate Beowulf and Shakspeare and is still shitting it out!!!!!”
Thor coughed up blod and peeled himself of the floor.
“Forgive me, friend, let me not kill the mood.
I shall adopt the tongue of new times… dude.”
“UGGGHHH.” Tony groned. “Never open dat mouth uh yours again. Your giveng me a headache.”
Thor leant in with concern.
“Prithee, hie-thee homewards if thine ague
Doth ‘harsh thy vibe’ in this ‘hardcore’ milieu.”
“Chrissakes thats’ the worst thing thaz ever come outta your mouth.” Tony feel onyo his hands and nees. “God. Why.” And then he vomitted up the last twelve ours worth of alcohol.
Thor patted The TOny on the back like the god bro he was. “And that was the worst to e’er come out thine.”
Evrything was b;urry and getting blurryer. Tony was strating to half trouble open eyes to keep. Circles spinning.
“I daresay that thou hast had too much wine,” Tohr.
“Nmstkpfghtfghtstv,” Tony. Blank. Spinng? All fault Stev. Seves fault. Make anthill, mountain. Why.
Eyes close. Bl. Black. Feel tyred. Sleep now.
Sleep frever.