“Sometimes I keep wondering why a son of Odin would want to order a weapon from an ordinary citizen like me,” the blacksmith said absentmindedly, running a hand through his sweaty hair. He really needed a glass of water right now. A drink, actually.
Loki was about to say something when Tony talked again a couple of seconds after the silence he had put for dramatical effect. With a foxy grin on his face and the prince feared for the cleverness of what would come next.
“Then I remember I’m Tony fucking Stark.”
Oh the surprise.