Short Tony POV
So, everyone was pissed, not just Greeced Lightning.
(That was a lie. Quite a few gods saw it as a good diplomatic move.)
Steve was so, so angry. (Whatever, fuck him anyway, that godsdamned golden boy.)
Thor was confused, but gave Tony the equivalent of a half-hearted shovel talk.
Natasha rolled her eyes and said something about him just wanting power and sex. (Tony tried not to cringe. He had just gotten over the fear, and yes, it had taken a few sexual endeavors to get over it, but he was fine.)
Clint had been judgy.
Bruce seemed nervous, but had offered to throw Loki into a wall for Tony. (That might’ve been really touching, but agh, no feelings.)
All the kids from Camp had been confused, but once Tony explained it to them, they had rolled their eyes and sighed as Chiron muttered about Fatal Flaws. (So what if Tony was basically unable to withhold help from someone? Oh, shut up, that did not reflect on his childhood, someoие gет тне оrсаlе AWAY)
And so, Tony was now dressed in a normal, modern, Italian-cut suit. No, Mother, he was not wearing battle gear or a toga, that’s weird.
The wedding wasn’t anything special. Tony said his lines, Loki said his, the alliance was made.
Then Loki came to the Tower to get set up.