Rose and Crown

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bleedingedgefuturist:

No, it’s him, it’s Thor. There’s no mistake about it! He’s fought with the man side-by-side, fought against him, been re-woken by him after become brain dead (kinda), and even cloned him! It’s Thor.

Tony knows it.

Of course, it doesn’t hurt that he’s comparing the chef’s face with the most recent photograph of Thor he has on file right about now with his eyes and it’s a 100% match, not 98.9% no, 100%. This. Is. Thor. So what the hell is he doing pretending to be a chef? Is this undercover work? For SHIELD? No, there would have been some hint from Thor if it were, he’s completely convinced that he’s this Selvig fellow! Stark isn’t sure if he should purposely prod at the man or not, not here at least. If he IS undercover and he’s doing such a good damn job at it, trying to blow his cover would be the dumbest thing he could do. Then again, he never pegged Thor for the secret agent type.

Taking more bites from his pie, Tony decides to keep quiet about his thoughts and play along further. No, he’ll contact Thor later on tonight if he needs to to get this straightened out and if not Thor, then SHIELD.

“My friend is quite handsome, and extremely strong. He’s given me few good decks, looks like you could too,” he replies with a small chuckle, “he’s also not from around here, out of country actually.

Where are you from, if you don’t mind me asking?” Tony blinks and gives the man an innocent stare, his eye widening ever so slightly to emphasis his blue eyes and give him that puppy dog look he’s so well known for.

Thor’s eyes drew from where he was to the kitchen for a moment, and casting around to see if any new patrons had arrived. If he was needed, he would be sent for, but he was beginning to feel slightly discomfited by the conversation. Of course Stark was known to be fairly eccentric, but the conversation struck him as something else. Did Stark think that he was this friend and was lying? 

“I assure you, Mr. Stark. I would never hit you. From what I have heard, you tend to hit back.” He kept his tone light and joking, casual. The question of his family threw him slightly off guard. Why the interest. Still, it wouldn’t do to be impolite to a patron, even if they were being invasive. There was nothing wrong with telling him. “I have lived in the city for as long as I can remember, but my parents are from Norway.”

“Heh, had you pegged for the Netherlands or Denmark and yeah, I do tend to punch back if I get hit.” glancing over at the rest of the restaurant, “anyhow I should let you go, you’re on call and I need to get back to work. Thanks for the dessert by the way.” That’s a big fat lie yeah, he has no work today but it’s not like the man knows that in the first place; plus there’s that tiny chance that if he’s wrong he probably then weirded out an innocent chef for no reason by being nosy with his past.

Flashing the chef another of his smiles, he finally turns his full attention back to his pie and drink. Man what if he’s wrong? What if he’s just over-analyzing everything because his mind’s been in constant work mode for God knows how long and it just doesn’t know when to slow down when he suddenly stops working heavily? Well, it doesn’t matter right now since all he’ll have to do is wait a few hours and then try to contact Thor.

Rose and Crown

ifhebeworthy:

bleedingedgefuturist:

Taking another bite from his dessert he shrugs, all while never breaking his gaze from the chef. The more he looks at the man, the more he takes his features in carefully, the more he becomes convinced that this is Thor. It’s not just a coincidence that the man has the same height, build, hair color, and eyes. This is Thor and Tony’s seen the man in disguise more than once to know when it’s a god in hiding.

Shrugging nonchalantly, Tony leans back against his both, “oh, you just look a lot like a good friend of mine. A lot. It’s a bit crazy really,  kinda makes me do a double take.”

Tilting his head lightly, he asks again, “are you sure?”

Thor returned Stark’s look with a steady expression. It was odd, to be sure. Looking like he did, he was no stranger to intense scrutiny, but this did not seem to be flirtatious in nature. Though, he could be wrong. One simply never knew with Tony Stark. At least he enjoyed the dessert.

Then Stark spoke again and Thor understood. A simple misunderstanding. He looked like a friend, of course. He absently wondered what this ‘Donald Blake’ must be like, that it was such a shock to see him in the service industry.

“My family isn’t from the area, so I doubt I have any close relations in the area.” He  gave a half shrug and another friendly smile. “Your friend must be quite a handsome fellow, though.”

No, it’s him, it’s Thor. There’s no mistake about it! He’s fought with the man side-by-side, fought against him, been re-woken by him after become brain dead (kinda), and even cloned him! It’s Thor.

Tony knows it.

Of course, it doesn’t hurt that he’s comparing the chef’s face with the most recent photograph of Thor he has on file right about now with his eyes and it’s a 100% match, not 98.9% no, 100%. This. Is. Thor. So what the hell is he doing pretending to be a chef? Is this undercover work? For SHIELD? No, there would have been some hint from Thor if it were, he’s completely convinced that he’s this Selvig fellow! Stark isn’t sure if he should purposely prod at the man or not, not here at least. If he IS undercover and he’s doing such a good damn job at it, trying to blow his cover would be the dumbest thing he could do. Then again, he never pegged Thor for the secret agent type.

Taking more bites from his pie, Tony decides to keep quiet about his thoughts and play along further. No, he’ll contact Thor later on tonight if he needs to to get this straightened out and if not Thor, then SHIELD.

“My friend is quite handsome, and extremely strong. He’s given me few good decks, looks like you could too,” he replies with a small chuckle, “he’s also not from around here, out of country actually.

Where are you from, if you don’t mind me asking?” Tony blinks and gives the man an innocent stare, his eye widening ever so slightly to emphasis his blue eyes and give him that puppy dog look he’s so well known for.

Rose and Crown

ifhebeworthy:

bleedingedgefuturist:

At first Tony doesn’t think of it much, he assumes it’s just because of the distance that the similarities between the apparent chef and Thor are a coincidence but as the man moves closer with the cart and cake, that starts to become less likely. He doesn’t stare no, that would be rude and not to mention he’s seen things a lot weirder than this anyhow. Keeping himself relaxed against the booth, Tony takes a small sip of the small amount of soda he has left until his dessert arrives.

Lightly placing the glass down he glances over at it, it’s cheesecake and by god does it look gorgeous. With a small smile on his face he remarks, “I almost feel bad eating it,” as he takes in the detail put into the chocolate mousse splayed over the cake. With the dessert set in front of him, Tony picks up the small spoon that came accompanied with the cheesecake and lightly cuts into it, bringing the slice to his mouth. A moments worth of chewing and taking in the cake he pauses before swallowing and nodding, “that’s some pretty damn good cheesecake you got there Mr Selvig.” He flashes the man a closed-lip smile, not wanting to show teeth in case there’s chocolate in it, man how embarrassing would that be?

Setting the spoon down and taking a small drink from his newly arrived Frap as well he continues on, “by the way, any chance you’re related to a Donald Blake?” He arches an eyebrow, keeping his tone conversational.

Thor notices the studious calm that Stark affects, and files it away as curious. Some people act like that around him, mostly because of his size. At 6’5 and a solid 230, he’s not what people expect in a chef. He stands at a respectful distance as the man samples the desert, and a pleased smile flourishes on his face at the reception. 

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. I’m quite proud of that one. I’ve never had a patron disappointed with it.” There was a respectable amount of pride in his tone, pleased that his hard work was met with positive feedback. 

He tilted his head at Stark’s question, brow furrowing slightly. The name didn’t ring an immediate bell, though it sounded like something that he might have heard once. “I can’t say that I am, sorry. Why do you ask?”

Taking another bite from his dessert he shrugs, all while never breaking his gaze from the chef. The more he looks at the man, the more he takes his features in carefully, the more he becomes convinced that this is Thor. It’s not just a coincidence that the man has the same height, build, hair color, and eyes. This is Thor and Tony’s seen the man in disguise more than once to know when it’s a good in hiding.

Shrugging nonchalantly, Tony leans back against his both, “oh, you just look a lot like a good friend of mine. A lot. It’s a bit crazy really,  kinda makes me do a double take.”

Tilting his head lightly, he asks again, “are you sure?”

Rose and Crown

ifhebeworthy:

Thor was having a good day, and when in the cuisine industry, that was as rare as unicorns. But a happy chef meant a happy kitchen, which meant good food. Which was why the Rose and Crown got such consistent business. They bought good product and turned it into good food, the atmosphere was friendly and light, and it paid off. They were rising stars. 

The manager, a personable man, believed in trotting out his star chef whenever possible, especially with big name patrons. So when Carter, the waiter came back saying that Tony Stark was up front, Thor knew that was his queue. The order was for their finest dessert, which was a slice of marble cheesecake, made fresh for the lunch rush, and a size of delicate chocolate mousse, drizzled with sauce. Thor found it to be a work of art, and set the plate delicately on a fancy cart to wheel it out.

He recognized Stark immediately. Who wouldn’t, the man was a legend. He made his way over, a friendly smile on his face and his tone light. “Mr Stark. I’m Chef Selvig, it is lovely to meet you.” 

At first Tony doesn’t think of it much, he assumes it’s just because of the distance that the similarities between the apparent chef and Thor are a coincidence but as the man moves closer with the cart and cake, that starts to become less likely. He doesn’t stare no, that would be rude and not to mention he’s seen things a lot weirder than this anyhow. Keeping himself relaxed against the booth, Tony takes a small sip of the small amount of soda he has left until his dessert arrives.

Lightly placing the glass down he glances over at it, it’s cheesecake and by god does it look gorgeous. With a small smile on his face he remarks, “I almost feel bad eating it,” as he takes in the detail put into the chocolate mousse splayed over the cake. With the dessert set in front of him, Tony picks up the small spoon that came accompanied with the cheesecake and lightly cuts into it, bringing the slice to his mouth. A moments worth of chewing and taking in the cake he pauses before swallowing and nodding, “that’s some pretty damn good cheesecake you got there Mr Selvig.” He flashes the man a closed-lip smile, not wanting to show teeth in case there’s chocolate in it, man how embarrassing would that be?

Setting the spoon down and taking a small drink from his newly arrived Frap as well he continues on, “by the way, any chance you’re related to a Donald Blake?” He arches an eyebrow, keeping his tone conversational.

(Source: bleedingedgefuturist)

Rose and Crown

It’s been a while seen he’s gone out, a really long while actually! Well, it’s not like he’s stayed cooped up in his office all day working, no, he’s gone out to meetings and has had lunch meeting as well. Hell Tony’s been so busy with just how well his company is going that not only has he not used his armor in a few months (with a few Avengers exceptions) but he’s barely even had any personal time with Pepper either. His lunch break usually is a time of urgency despite it being called a break, the futurist is usually still on his phone chattering away or looking at some sheet sent to him by one of hisemployees; today was different though, today Tony Stark slowed down. While Extremis had allowed Stark to work into early hours of the morning for several months now, his exhaustion had finally caught up with him the night before. Collapsing and nearly passing out is something that rarely ever happens to him when he’s outside of battle so the fact that it had happened on his way home was a clear indicator that a brake was badly needed, well, for aday at least.

And that is why Stark now sits idly in an Irish-ques restaurant rerouting all calls to Pepper and others as he nurses a soda, and to be quite frank, a small part of him wants to try some of the more well known drinks the place houses. You know the kind: the drinks Ireland is famous for, but all it takes is one small sip; one small excuse, no scratch that, one small excuse after another before he’s back to where he was all those years ago. Shaking those thoughts, Tony lean forward on his chair to signal to the waiter, those types of thoughts come and go but it’s easy for him to stop them in his tracks now.  He’s fought too hard and lost too much and most importantly, beaten it to ever allow himself to fall back into that pit again, even with temptation around him.

The waiter saunters over to him and attempts to give him a professional demeanor but the sweaty and clenching hands are a dead give away that the young man is absolutely nervous and excited about servingtheTony Stark!

“Is there anything I can help you with, Mr Stark?” He asks, the smile seeming forced probably as to keep it from shaking from fright.

Flashing his own bright smile at the boy he responds, “yeah, get me your chef’s best dessert and a Frap,” Stark figures since he’s been working so damn hard and with Resilient in the up these past few months that he deserves some reward.

“Excellent, the chef will be right out with it,” the waiter jots the order down and shuffles away to no doubt get the order filled as soon as possible and with a sigh, Tony leans back and scans the restaurant. He feels relaxed for once in God knows how long, he doesn’t have to speak to people or sweet talk anyone; doesn’t have to stay up trying to come up with new designs or even build them today. No, today would just be him on break and eating food. Delicious food.

The restaurant’s pretty good too though, he’s never been here before but for a high-middle class place it’s not too shabby. The food here is much better than he thought it would be as well.