insomniacannotsleep:Insomnia was exhausted, and the battle had been long and hard. Many men were lost, but in the end they had won and he was home. Finally, joyfully home. Dirt was still smeared across his body but he had no energy or will to clean himself until he had seen his boy, the warprize he had taken in a long ago war. His sweet lover. Throwing his armor aside as he went, finally, by the gods finally Insomnia reached the room. The door swung open and he forced himself to draw tall, aching muscles screaming in agonized protest at the stretch.
“I have returned.”Tony stood up, running over to Inso and wrapping his arms around him, not caring for the dirt and blood on him, just wanting to hold him. “I have missed you….tales were brought back of your battles but I knew not if I could trust their validity.”
Tony had been taken from his father, Lord Stark many many seasons ago, but honestly, he hadn’t fought hard. Tony was not a fighter - he enjoyed building and creating, and loving. Inso gave him all of that.