Wisely, Steve decides it’s time to keep his mouth shut. There will be time in a moment or more to meet another member of his new family but for now, that tall, Avatar looking person has all of his attention. He feels the need to kneel again and so he does, though his head does not drop. He’s too curious.

Tony, however, is curious in a different way. When he’s on his feet again, he’s still reeling and uncomfortable. His whole body seems to be fighting him, demanding he sit, but nah. Not now. Not when there’s so many cool things to mess with.

He’s not used to throwing up, though. His stomach is angry with him, demanding to know why it can do its job of holding onto a liter of scotch without problem but this ruins it. He swallows back some bile and feels around his pockets for a breath mint. Luckily, he has one.

Meeting an obvious alien is right up on top of his bucket list and he wants to make a good impression.

He doesn’t make it to Loki’s side before Thor does. He’s trying to be casual but anyone can see that he’s rather smitten with the seemingly genderless being on the verge, perhaps, of scolding his/her offspring. “Welcome to Asgard,” he says as if it’s the only conversation going on. “Take it easy on Fenris. I would not wish anyone to spend that much time on Midgard. They’re air has a strange scent to it.”