Uninvited and Fashionably Late (джен)

"But ... your invitation certainly indicated that I was to bring whomever I wished, friend Tony."
Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and took in a deep breath. "Yeah, I know, Thor. But see, first of all, the party was last week –"
The man standing next to Thor – a man who was much more appropriately dressed than God of Thunder (who had yet to grasp the nuance of Midgardian fashion) - interrupted. "It's not our fault for not realising how inadequate Midgardian parties are. A proper event should last for at least two weeks, if not more. In fact, for an Asgardian celebration, our arrival would be considered as, hmmm, fashionably late."
Tony threw the man a finger but otherwise ignored him, keeping his gaze on Thor. "And that's the second thing. Seriously, Thor? I meant like Jane Foster or your warrior buddies or literally anyone else in the universe apart from your psychotic little murdering maniac of a brother here."
Thor and Loki exchanged confused glances, and then Loki cocked his head to one side and looked curiously at Tony.
"Is this perchance due to my little ... misadventure ... in New York?"