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Thor let the soft fabric fall over his head and shoulders, feeling the edges pool on the ground around him. His arms wrapped around his legs, chin digging into his knees. The hard pressure of the wall against his back wasn't as comforting as he had hoped.

The drywall was missing the divots of bricks that his room's walls had in Asgard. They were warmed, as per Stark's design, a sharp contrast to bricks' normally cool feel. The hardwood floor was warm and hard too, entirely too different from Thor's boar-skin rug. Everything was so different, even without seeing anything aside from the fabric covering him.

He pressed closer into himself, a chill going down his spine, even with the blanket covering him. He heard his door slide open slowly, but it was closed quickly, the sound of feet leaving giving Thor no pause. 

Seemingly an eternity later, he felt something cover his shoulders, someone's feet planted outside of his small cocoon. Thor wiggled his head outside of the blanket, spotting a nervous man - boy, really - who froze, edges of a second blanket still in his hand, though mostly on Thor's shoulders. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Thor, I didn't want to disturb you, it's just - Mr. Stark said dinner was ready and that you weren't responding to Friday, so I said I'd get you, but then I saw you and I - well I got my weighted blanket because it helps me when everything", the boy gestured vaguely towards his face, not taking a single breath during his explanation, "gets too much."

It took a moment for Thor to place the face. This was Stark's protégé, Peter. He'd not remembered the boy's last name, so "Starkson" had been his default title, Stark himself looking entirely too pleased with the development. "Thank you." Thor replied simply, pulling the second blanket tighter around him. The weight of the blanket was barely felt, not when it was weighted with regards to a Midgardian, but the intention lifted a certain weight off of Thor's mind. "I apologize if I have concerned you. I asked Lady Friday not to disturb me, I hadn't realized it would cause concern."

"No, no, it's ok!" Peter replied quickly, dropping to his knees softly in front of Thor. "Really, it's ok, it happens to me all the time!" Peter's hands fidgeted in his lap. "I can tell Mr. Stark that you'll get dinner later or something. Do you need water?"

Thor swallowed thickly. His mother would like Peter. "I would appreciate...I don't want to be alone." Peter paused, head tilting owlishly before he sat next to Thor, back pressing against the drywall. 

"Has Mr. Stark told you about Earth schools?" Peter asked after a few moments of silence.

Thor leaned his head against the wall behind him. "He's not."

Peter's hands started moving animatedly, going to describe the machinations of Midtown Tech, the robotics class that he enjoys but would rather replace with the Advanced Ecological Biology, hoping that it may help to understand his own powers. As he lamented the unkind words of a peer who unknowingly adored Peter when the later was in uniform, Thor found himself being lulled to sleep.