Shining Golden (смешанная)

Note: This fic is in the process of being rewritten, it's with my other work!
Antonio was the god of cunning and intelligence. He invented things. He helped make Asgard better. The first time the bi-frost was destroyed Antonio had done it, done it for the Jotun, for Asgard, for Odin. In the process he fell, through realms that would send any ordinary mind insane, before landing hard in the still developing society of mortals living on the delicate crust of Midgard, a 17th century earth.
Tony Stark is the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist. Who was currently waking up with a hangover from drinking himself into a stupor after a pretty messy avengers fight.
“Jarvis, lights” he groaned, sitting up.
As the lights flashed on he looked around his room and at the sleeping body next to him. The male sleeping body. The male sleeping body with dark hair and very pale skin.
“Oh fuck” he breathed