americas-first-hero said: Whoa boy, calm down. You don’t have to growl at me, pal. You’re a pretty little doggy, aren’t you? ((I’M MAKING STEVIE NOT KNOW IT’S TONY BECAUSE YES))
Steve, I am not a fucking dog. I am Tony Stark.
*He jumps up into Steve’s lap and shakes the water from the rain outside all over him.*
Thor paced rapidly circle, trying to get a better look at his tail, but eventually made himself dizzy enough that he had to sit down. What an odd experience! What was he expected to do with such an odd form? He panted heavily before springing back up to his feet, determined to get someone to help him. Loud barks boomed from his chest as he hopped around frantically for attention.
/RUB RUB RUB/ /WHAT A GOOD DOG/
-YES I AM GOOD DOGE-
-RUB THE BELLY MORE-
/IT WORKED /and now /HE HOPS LIKE A MADMAN
/Huffs and lets him go
/Now he hates dogs even more
"one, he barks once." -crosses arm- "He doesn't want food, doesn't want a lady." -quickly moves and scratches Alfred under the chin- "You're a real Alpha aren't you, so you must enjoy this."
He couldn’t help the smirk on his face—well, the best smirk he could muster in his condition—when the other crossed his arms. Success. Then he felt the scratching under his chin, leaning into the touch. Damn right, he was an Alpha. He’s a King!