[this is in conjunction with Thor's funeral chapter for Loki.]

Now the doctor was clearly tense.

He felt this way all day. First, there was the funeral ceremony, his speech, and now he had to put on a third mask for the reception he agreed to hold at the sanctum.

Now earlier this month, the sorcerer found a hidden door that led him to a big beautiful garden that was plenty spacious. It was a good idea as any to hold the reception here. 

The catering was very generous. The chef supplied a good half of one of the tents with a bountiful amount of food and drinks to last everyone the rest of the night.

There weren't as many people attending, but it gave him enough space to breath. The fresh air would do everyone good, and he couldn't risk feeling anxious and claustrophobic with the sanctum walls closing in on him.  Luckily, the doctor had the support of his closest friends. While Wong was already tending to the finishing touches outside, Tony was by his side as they waited. The doctor took their hands, entwined their fingers together and held onto him for strength.

Finally, he released the breath he didn't know he was holding and began to greet his guests.

"Welcome. Thank you for coming."

(tagging some people who might also be interested)

redwitchery

ofastronomy

thxnder_god

mechanicalkinks

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