Nah, any weather. 'm best with thunder and lightning, but I can do snow.
[It's something he can still be proud of, being the god of thunder. One of the only things left he can say is truly his, that he can still do on his own, a thousand years of history under his belt that can never be taken away. It's how he can still be useful, and when he calls the storm to bend to his will, sometimes he can forget for a while that anything ever changed.
And it's good to know he can still inspire awe and wonder in the mortals, after everything that's happened. No matter how much Quill tries to pretend he's not impressed, sometimes.]
Right, Christmas, it's sort of like that. [He laughs a little at Peter's exclamation, his own gestures becoming a little more animated despite himself, remembering in the nick of time that he's still holding the spoon before any of the soup gets flung about.] Oh, it was a sight to see. It was for luck, you know. I think. Maybe just something to keep the kids entertained. And then there was the Yule log, this huge oak tree we set on fire in the mead hall that burned for weeks, and we'd all drink and feast until it burned itself out, and give gifts to family 'n friends.
[He'd probably have an easier time blaming the dampness in his eyes on the hangover if he didn't have his sunglasses off. Thor rubs at his eyes with the back of his hand, a watery sort of smile on his face.]
[ Peter doesn't say anything immediately but he's smiling as he listens. Credit where credit is due, a god who can bend the elements to his will is not something one sees every day. ]
Not all Asgardians can do things like that, right? If Valkyrie could control the weather I think people on Earth would have noticed already, especially when she gets drunk. It's only something your family can do? I know a thing or two about...bloodline related powers.
[ He ends on a quieter voice, absent-mindlessly brushing one of his hands over his stomach, where Ego had pierced through him with one of his light tentacles. Come to think of it, Peter knows more than he cared to tell about powers related to genetics. Thor's explanation about Yule offers a good distraction from the sour memories. The good looks a bit less unhappy, so that's a good thing too. ]
Of course, who didn't think of throwing wheels of fire around to get some extra good luck? [ The Guardian chuckles, honest to god trying to picture it. ] I bet Drax would have loved that. Don't tell him about it or the next thing we'll know is that he's set something on fire. Probably himself. The feasting and presents, though, we could do once the right time comes.
[ Peter's one of the crew members who's cried the most along the years so he's not going to point it out if Thor's eyes get a little wet. He just smiles back, a soft expression on his face. ]
We didn't have much, my mom and I, when I still lived on Earth. She never married so it was only the two of us and my grandfather during Christmas. But we would cook together and then dance around to the songs of the radio. And by cook together, I mean that more often than not I tried to eat the dough as she made sugar cookies. Mom only laughed, I miss the sound.
[Thor is torn between a laugh at the absurdity of the idea, and sorrow that it isn't the case. Because if more of his people had been able to wield such magics, maybe they would've stood a better chance against him.] Nope. Wasn't just my family but I, um, think it's just me now. [He sure hopes not, though.
Vaguely, through the hangover and the haze of years gone by, he remembers something about Quill rambling on about his father as if it were some kind of contest. Truth be told, Thor hadn't been paying all that much attention at the time, shell-shocked and distracted and trying to find a way to channel his grief into revenge. Not that it had ended well at all. For a moment, he wonders if he should ask, but it seems they've both had their fill of heartbreak and bad memories because Thor's not all that eager to go digging up someone else's ghosts before he's put his own to rest. Yule is a far happier thing to discuss, bittersweet and nostalgic though it is.]
Ahh, he'd be fine. You've got to burn something or it's not Yule.
[He chuckles softly as he spoons up another mouthful of soup, and listens to Peter talk about his mother, the warmth of both settling more comfortably than he'd expected. It's a touchy subject, mothers, but this is a loss they have in common even if Peter was far younger than Thor had been. He sits up just a little straighter, making an effort to at least look more like he's paying attention through the haze of his headache.]
[ A bunch of practically immortal warriors with incredible powers loose across the galaxy? What could have gone wrong? Surely nothing. Peter gives the idea some thought before offering Thor a sympathetic smile, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. ]
So that makes you unique. [ Which sucks, in a way, because unique things are alone. Asgardians with extra powers and Human-Celestials hybrids. Peter can't help but think about Ego again, and how being alone for so long made him so messed up that in the end he only cared about himself. Then again, the man never had a heart, quite literally. ]
You could always repopulate. [ Peter suggests casually, half as a joke, half not. It had worked for Ego, the problem was that the psychopathic Celestial kept murdering all his children. ] You know, I miss having powers...it was fun while it lasted.
[ He doesn't regret giving them up, it was necessary and he would do it again but they were so cool. The material manipulation especially. Peter never had the chance to built a giant Transformers out of rocks, it was a tragedy. He also grins at Thor's reassurance that something must be burned and then shakes his head, voice still amused. ]
I mean, Drax can probably brush it off but Groot is very flammable. Let's not risk it just in case.
[ They lost enough people as it is and Groot has died on Rocket twice, the poor raccoon doesn't deserve to go through that a third time. As painful as it is to talk about mothers, it's also sweet to remember the good things. For some reason, Thor's last comment makes him a little embarrassed but he nods, looking down. ]
Yeah. Yeah, she did. Mothers, you know how they are no matter how much you screw up. I'm sure it will be shocking news but I used to get myself into a lot of trouble as a kid, she was often more understanding than mad.
[Repopulate? That takes Thor a minute to get, and it's a good thing he's too hungover to choke on his soup trying to laugh and eat at the same time.] I could, couldn't I? Got a few thousand years, probably.
[He'd mostly been joking about their fellow shipmate and his tendency to put himself in danger for fun, though honestly, Thor wouldn't put it past Drax to actually set himself ablaze in the name of tradition. But Peter has a point, and Thor is quick to agree that perhaps it's best to have Groot as unburned as possible.] Oh, I suppose you're right, of course.
Oh really. [He squints at Peter, as if to say 'you, a troublemaker?' in the least actually skeptical way possible.] Any funny stories? Scars?
[It reminds him of Loki, just a little. The amount of times the Odinsons had gotten themselves into a predicament of their own making, and the fond exasperation that Frigga had shown them on so many occasions. That way lies melancholy, though, and his hand slows a little, absently stirring the soup a little as his stomach settles. He's already eaten more of it than he'd thought he could, and certainly more than he's had in a while now.]
[ Peter's eyes are a bit narrowed, giving the god a mischievous smile once the reality of what he suggested dawns on Thor. ]
It's not a terrible method, worth being given a try.
[ He ads, voice teasing but not going beyond that. He knows they're sharing touchy subjects and the last thing they all need is for Thor to get upset and close himself again. It made the first weeks living all together in the Benatar difficult, to say the least.
Peter raises his hands for a second, playing innocent after Thor's look, as if to say 'Who, me?' ]
Nah. Not that many scars about my kiddie years, I got into fistfights mostly, those didn't leave marks that wouldn't fade in a few days. But with the Ravagers, Oh boy, I've got a few. Their concept of roughhousing was closer to the normal people's description of beatings. [ Peter offers with a shrug, as if growing up like that wasn't anything too out of the ordinary. He knows it wasn't right, in the past he had called out Yondu and Kraglin about it....but it was that now. The past. ] I also gained some scars in more, uhm, adventurous ways in the bedroom. A few of my past flings tried to murder me. [ It happened more often than he would like to admit too. Even Gamora tried to kill him the first time they've met. It was very romantic. ] You'd be surprised how many alien races are actually compatible with human biology. But I had to learn all I know through trial and error.
[ When Thor starts to look down again it makes Peter pause and then he kicks the man under the table. Not too hard, not like Peter could hurt him, it's just a tap of his foot against the other man's. ]
Ey so, I need help fixing one of the auxiliary generators of the ship. The metal cover got banged up during our last mission and I can't lift the metal to see what's wrong. Could you help with that?
[Thor should probably be more disturbed by this than he is. Your sense of normal gets skewed a bit when you grew up with a brother who was as liable to stab you for fun as he was to hug you. Also when said stabbings aren't exactly life-threatening. Instead he chuckles a little at Peter's story, particularly the part where even once he's charmed someone into his bed, they still might attempt to kill him.]
Oh, you might be surprised how many are compatible with Asgardians.
[The kick doesn't hurt, of course, but it is a jolt that pulls him out of his thoughts. Easy for him to get lost in those, especially when he's annoyingly sober. Getting some food into him has begun lessening the hangover, between hydration and the vitamins and minerals in the soup, though only time will heal it completely.]
Hm...? Oh, right, uh... my schedule's open, I think. [It's an extremely low-effort joke, but it's an attempt at levity, and even if he can breathe in space for a while it's still in his best interest to help keep his temporary home-away-from-home in shipshape. Besides, getting to do the heavy lifting that Peter can't is always good for an ego boost.]
[ Who even in the ship has a sense of what growing up normal is like? Maybe only Drax and...it's Drax. That's how screwed up they all are. At least Peter doesn't allow stabbings in the ship, which is not the same as to say they never happen because Nebula and Drax truly leave too many knives lying around, but he still isn't happy with them. ]
Oh? [ That got Peter curious, his eyebrows raising in question and a smile playing on the corner of his lips. ] Normal humans aren't too weak for that? Hmm. Even if the rest of the advantages are gone, being half Celestial still gives me more resistance to pain and endurance than the average human; and yet, even I'm not sure that someone like of you pushing me against a wall wouldn't break my back. Not like it would be a terrible way to go...
[ Does Thor understand now why a lot of people wanted to both sleep and stab Quill in equal amounts? he wonders about things like these out loud, that's part of the reason. Peter has all the intentions to keep pestering Thor. First because he has a natural talent for that, and second but most important because letting the man get lost in his own depressing thoughts won't be good for him. ]
Hah, well thanks for the generous offer of your time. We don't need to do it now, though, it can wait until your head isn't killing you. Last thing I need it's you dropping a huge chunk of metal on my head because you fell sleep. It would ruin my hairstyle and I don't wake up this naturally gorgeous. [ Yeah yeah, it's too heavy for him to lift now that the machinery to move the cover broke, Thor can rub that in his face. ]
[Is this Quill's way of flirting? Thor wouldn't be surprised, if he's honest. And that kind of challenge might go a ways to explain why some of his bed partners have tried to maul him, if he'd claimed he could take it. Thor raises his eyebrows, and if he was still wearing his sunglasses he'd be peering at Peter over the rims.] 'm not snapping this spoon in half right now, am I? It's not the strength, it's how you use it.
[There, chew on that, Quill.
The suggestion is annoyingly sensible. Probably a bit overly cautious, but what the hell, it's not like they're in a hurry.]
[ Peter does seem to have a type and that type is often people who can kill him with his bare hands. Given Ego's own long list of bed partners, Peter's tendency to try hit on anything that breathes might be a genetic compulsion. ]
Ah, well... [ The Guardian hasn't realized what he was even suggesting with his comment until Thor replied to it. Oh, Drax's constant adoration of Thor might be rubbing on him. He pauses for a second but he's of course not going to back off. Not after Thor's answer, since Peter's sure the God is just pulling his leg. Or that they're playing some sort of chicken game that he accidentally started. ]
The spoon doesn't move. I doubt that controlling your strength is that easy when you're handling something that wiggles in your lap. [ Peter stands up to start cleaning the mess in the kitchen and he can't help but give Thor a smirk before doing so. ] Or that tries to bite you.
[ He would argue that Thor can take more time if he needs rest but if the Lord of Thunder is sure of himself, then so be it. After a casual nod at Thor's general direction, he grabs the empty pots and glasses lying around, putting them on the dishwasher with quick efficiency. ]
I'll be in my own room once I finish this, show up any time you want and then we can go fix the generator.
[Despite the hangover, Thor manages to look a little smug at that. Which would probably be more effective if he didn't just look like he'd rolled out of bed after a week long bender.]
I have practice.
[He's not going to push to get the work done ASAP, though. So Quill's declaration is met with a nod, and then a lot of regret at how that just made Thor's headache wobble in his skull.]
Promises, promises... [ Peter mutters, still audible enough to be heard. He does catch the smug look from the corner of his eye, smirks to himself and doesn't make any comment about Thor's looks. They all had been bad days. Hell, bad decades too, and everyone in the ship is still healing from something.
Peter hums softly as he fumbles around in the kitchen, a sweet and calm melody that he's sung many times. He turns towards Thor again once everything looks presentable. ]
I'm going to see how Rocket and Groot are doing and then head to my room but call me if you need anything.
[ It has become almost a compulsory habit for Peter to check of the others once they've been out of his sight a while and he has the feeling that, despite the grumpiness, Rocket actually appreciates. Peter squeezes Thor's shoulder as he leaves the kitchen and heads to the cockpit.
An hour later as promised, if Thor seeks him, he will find the man in his room, the sounds of another song playing coming from behind the door. Because where there's Peter, there's music. The difference is that this time he's also singing along to the beat, the song being Landslide from Fleetwood Mac. ]
[It's not exactly an hour, of course. Easy enough to lose track of time when you're not hungover, but eventually the world stops being quite so loud at Thor, to the point where he can soldier on without feeling like his head is going to explode if he moves wrong.
Even if the Benatar wasn't a small ship, it'd be easy enough to find Quill just by the sound of guitar and crooning coming from his room, rather than piped through the intercom from the cockpit. Thor clips his sunglasses over the collar of his shirt, shoves his hair back over his shoulders, and knocks crookedly on the doorframe as he leans in.]
[ Peter hasn't been taking track of time either, busy doing...well not much. Drowning his own troubled thoughts with music. It doesn't always do the trick or last long but it's enough to help him keep acting as if he's all right and he has everything under control. Nevermind the fact that, on a few occasions, he's missed sleep in favour to spend the night listening to old songs.
Thor's knocking hadn't been too loud but it still startles Peter into stopping mid-song, his hand going to his chest. ]
Oh, ey, you did show up, I mean...hello.[ Peter clears his throat, runs his hand through his hair and only accomplishes making messier than before, and at last, gives Thor a smile. ] Feeling better?
Much. Uh, thanks for the soup. [Thor's eyes are clearer, at least, and though he's not made much of an effort to look more presentable, he's carrying himself like a human being again.
But hey, he seems to be in good company, so that makes him feel all the better about it.]
No problem. You should see me cooking for real when we actually have supplies. I had to learn how to make my own food when I was a kid because half the stuff the Ravagers considered 'food' could have put a hole in my stomach. Not to mention that a lot of alien food tasted disgusting.
[ Peter does notice that Thor looks a bit more put together and gives a small before walking towards him so they can leave. He keeps talking as they start walking. ]
Behaving, for a chance. Nebula is with Rocket and Groot on the cockpit, Mantis is now napping in a happy sugar coma and Drax was almost done with his training the last I saw him.
[ Everyone is safe and alive, which is how Peter likes them best. And yes, Peter could have asked Drax to help him with the repairs, the man is strong enough to lift the metal, but he wanted to try and see if he could get Thor out of his room. ]
[It's a little weird to be out and about, even if it's only in the confines of the small ship they call home. When was the last time he did that? It didn't seem like it was that long ago, but Thor's not certain. He's gotten used to that, the memory problems, days blending into one another.
Well, whatever the case, it's good to feel useful. He keeps pace with Quill, nodding along.]
Ah, peace and quiet. I used to hate that, you know, no foes to fight or quests to go on, that sort of thing. It grows on you.
I suppose is a matter of balance. Quiet, boring days used to drive me insane but lately I started to see their appeal. We can't give up on missions, though, there's still a lot to fix and people to find.
[ People like Gamora. Peter's voice trails off and he loses a bit of his previous cheerfulness. He tries to keep it together in front of the others, he knows they still miss her like a lost limb, but there are honest to god days that he doesn't know how he can still function. everything is so exhausting.
Fiddling with the panel control once they reach the end of the corridor, Peter opens the door to access the lower levels of the ship. He clears his throat, looking at Thor once again. The casual smile is back on Peter's lips. it seems to be almost ever-present lately. ]
Is there anything you need when we stop for supplies? And don't say alcohol, I'm putting a limit on that no matter ho much Rocket complains.
[Thor is used to false cheer, having spent a good deal of the past few years immersing himself in it, pretending as though everything is normal. That everything is fine. That he is okay, and no one needs to worry about him because he doesn't deserve it anyway. He'd be the last to call someone out when their mask slips, melancholy seeping through the cracks, still-bleeding wounds that never seem to heal. So he pretends not to notice Peter's, letting the human hide behind the facade he's built to cope.]
But we do need more. [Thor frowns a little. Surely this limit isn't going to be zero, is it?] I don't need much more. ...maybe some new clothes, but that's it.
[ Peter isn't in the best state of mind to discuss anything and Thor not bringing her up it's appreciated. It's been harder lately but he's been handling things this way most of his life, so he doesn't really know better. ]
We need some, and we will get it...within reason. [ He raises an eyebrows at Thor's frown, nunimpressed. No, he's not about to cut the whole supply, he's not that crazy. The rest of the crew, Peter included, likes to drink from time to time and he doesn't want to deal with a pissed off Raccoon. But it's probably for the best if they keep the drinking to reasonable levels. ] Have you considered switching to milkshakes? I mean, as far as I know, Asgardians need a ton of alcohol for it to start dulling your senses so it's pretty much a waste. And milkshakes are just superior.
[ After a pause and crossing some more doors, Peter looks at Thor all over, not judging his appearance as much as he is eyeing his fashion sense critically. ] Yeah, those clothes won't do if you plan on staying in space. Let's get you something more from this century.
Milkshakes? [That does a good job of distracting Thor as he tries to think of if he's even ever had one before. Right, those cold ice cream drinks. Those are tasty.] You can get those out here?
[It's been a rare occasion that Thor is self-conscious about someone else's scrutiny of him, either body or clothes, and he's not about to start now. His Earth clothes are comfortable and he likes them, but some of them are starting to wear a little thin in places. He gives Peter a half-grin, mostly teasing.] This century, hmm? So picky.
Oooh Milkshakes are the best. You can make them with just about any ice-cream but nothing tops chocolate-strawberry milkshakes. Mantis had the last ice-cream, but once we resupply we will get ourselves a few gallons of ice cream.
[ Yes, good. That's a much better subject of conversation: sweets. Peter has a big sweet tooth and he will pick candy over alcohol any day. It's probably just as unhealthy but everyone has his vices. He's not trying to make Thor self-conscious as he is legit trying to get something more suitable for the man once they leave the ship. Peter totally plans on dragging Thor along for the supplies run. ]
I'm not saying they don't look warm but you need something that isn't going to get tear apart easily once we leave the ship. Leather is much more useful.
Oh, I love chocolate. We didn't have it in Asgard, you know. Really missed an opportunity there to bring some of Earth's best food back home a thousand years ago.
[Mm, now he wants some. Mission accomplished, Peter.
He gives the human a sly side glance when he mentions the leather. He's spent centuries in armor, but don't think he hasn't noticed the Guardians have a theme going, as well.]
That's a tragedy. Chocolate is like..idk, man, it tastes like an orgasm feels. I couldn't live without it. I even have some in my room.
[ Thankfully for them both, they still have chocolate around the ship. Groot and Mantis likes it but none of the others are particularly fond of it. Drax finds it too sweet and Rocket says it's bad for his health, so that leaves more chocolate for the rest. Peter still has to convince Nebula to try some, he's trying to get to know her better and win her over. It's a slow process. ]
Well, yes. We are a team, we need to look like it. [ Peter answers naturally, not thinking much of it as if it's the most logical thing. Thor is with them now, so that makes him part of the team. He's trying to pry open the metal door that leads to the auxiliary generator's room but he's not being very successful. ] This damn...thing. Always gets jammed, ugh.
What happens between you and chocolate is personal, Quill.
[Yes, he's teasing, but Peter makes it so easy sometimes.
He goes a little quiet at the mention of the team, because even though he's been with them for a while, there's an anxious part of him that always wonders if he really belongs where he is. If they even want him here. Or even if he's been useful at all. As confident and cocky as he tends to act, a lot of it is just to cover for his own insecurity, especially as he tries to find his footing on the unknown path in front of him.
Luckily, he has an opportunity right now to prove how useful he can be.] Let me give it a try.
[Not to flex or anything, really, but Thor hasn't met a door that could withstand him yet.]
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[It's something he can still be proud of, being the god of thunder. One of the only things left he can say is truly his, that he can still do on his own, a thousand years of history under his belt that can never be taken away. It's how he can still be useful, and when he calls the storm to bend to his will, sometimes he can forget for a while that anything ever changed.
And it's good to know he can still inspire awe and wonder in the mortals, after everything that's happened. No matter how much Quill tries to pretend he's not impressed, sometimes.]
Right, Christmas, it's sort of like that. [He laughs a little at Peter's exclamation, his own gestures becoming a little more animated despite himself, remembering in the nick of time that he's still holding the spoon before any of the soup gets flung about.] Oh, it was a sight to see. It was for luck, you know. I think. Maybe just something to keep the kids entertained. And then there was the Yule log, this huge oak tree we set on fire in the mead hall that burned for weeks, and we'd all drink and feast until it burned itself out, and give gifts to family 'n friends.
[He'd probably have an easier time blaming the dampness in his eyes on the hangover if he didn't have his sunglasses off. Thor rubs at his eyes with the back of his hand, a watery sort of smile on his face.]
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Not all Asgardians can do things like that, right? If Valkyrie could control the weather I think people on Earth would have noticed already, especially when she gets drunk. It's only something your family can do? I know a thing or two about...bloodline related powers.
[ He ends on a quieter voice, absent-mindlessly brushing one of his hands over his stomach, where Ego had pierced through him with one of his light tentacles. Come to think of it, Peter knows more than he cared to tell about powers related to genetics. Thor's explanation about Yule offers a good distraction from the sour memories. The good looks a bit less unhappy, so that's a good thing too. ]
Of course, who didn't think of throwing wheels of fire around to get some extra good luck? [ The Guardian chuckles, honest to god trying to picture it. ] I bet Drax would have loved that. Don't tell him about it or the next thing we'll know is that he's set something on fire. Probably himself. The feasting and presents, though, we could do once the right time comes.
[ Peter's one of the crew members who's cried the most along the years so he's not going to point it out if Thor's eyes get a little wet. He just smiles back, a soft expression on his face. ]
We didn't have much, my mom and I, when I still lived on Earth. She never married so it was only the two of us and my grandfather during Christmas. But we would cook together and then dance around to the songs of the radio. And by cook together, I mean that more often than not I tried to eat the dough as she made sugar cookies. Mom only laughed, I miss the sound.
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Vaguely, through the hangover and the haze of years gone by, he remembers something about Quill rambling on about his father as if it were some kind of contest. Truth be told, Thor hadn't been paying all that much attention at the time, shell-shocked and distracted and trying to find a way to channel his grief into revenge. Not that it had ended well at all. For a moment, he wonders if he should ask, but it seems they've both had their fill of heartbreak and bad memories because Thor's not all that eager to go digging up someone else's ghosts before he's put his own to rest. Yule is a far happier thing to discuss, bittersweet and nostalgic though it is.]
Ahh, he'd be fine. You've got to burn something or it's not Yule.
[He chuckles softly as he spoons up another mouthful of soup, and listens to Peter talk about his mother, the warmth of both settling more comfortably than he'd expected. It's a touchy subject, mothers, but this is a loss they have in common even if Peter was far younger than Thor had been. He sits up just a little straighter, making an effort to at least look more like he's paying attention through the haze of his headache.]
She must have loved you a lot.
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So that makes you unique. [ Which sucks, in a way, because unique things are alone. Asgardians with extra powers and Human-Celestials hybrids. Peter can't help but think about Ego again, and how being alone for so long made him so messed up that in the end he only cared about himself. Then again, the man never had a heart, quite literally. ]
You could always repopulate. [ Peter suggests casually, half as a joke, half not. It had worked for Ego, the problem was that the psychopathic Celestial kept murdering all his children. ] You know, I miss having powers...it was fun while it lasted.
[ He doesn't regret giving them up, it was necessary and he would do it again but they were so cool. The material manipulation especially. Peter never had the chance to built a giant Transformers out of rocks, it was a tragedy. He also grins at Thor's reassurance that something must be burned and then shakes his head, voice still amused. ]
I mean, Drax can probably brush it off but Groot is very flammable. Let's not risk it just in case.
[ They lost enough people as it is and Groot has died on Rocket twice, the poor raccoon doesn't deserve to go through that a third time. As painful as it is to talk about mothers, it's also sweet to remember the good things. For some reason, Thor's last comment makes him a little embarrassed but he nods, looking down. ]
Yeah. Yeah, she did. Mothers, you know how they are no matter how much you screw up. I'm sure it will be shocking news but I used to get myself into a lot of trouble as a kid, she was often more understanding than mad.
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[He'd mostly been joking about their fellow shipmate and his tendency to put himself in danger for fun, though honestly, Thor wouldn't put it past Drax to actually set himself ablaze in the name of tradition. But Peter has a point, and Thor is quick to agree that perhaps it's best to have Groot as unburned as possible.] Oh, I suppose you're right, of course.
Oh really. [He squints at Peter, as if to say 'you, a troublemaker?' in the least actually skeptical way possible.] Any funny stories? Scars?
[It reminds him of Loki, just a little. The amount of times the Odinsons had gotten themselves into a predicament of their own making, and the fond exasperation that Frigga had shown them on so many occasions. That way lies melancholy, though, and his hand slows a little, absently stirring the soup a little as his stomach settles. He's already eaten more of it than he'd thought he could, and certainly more than he's had in a while now.]
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It's not a terrible method, worth being given a try.
[ He ads, voice teasing but not going beyond that. He knows they're sharing touchy subjects and the last thing they all need is for Thor to get upset and close himself again. It made the first weeks living all together in the Benatar difficult, to say the least.
Peter raises his hands for a second, playing innocent after Thor's look, as if to say 'Who, me?' ]
Nah. Not that many scars about my kiddie years, I got into fistfights mostly, those didn't leave marks that wouldn't fade in a few days. But with the Ravagers, Oh boy, I've got a few. Their concept of roughhousing was closer to the normal people's description of beatings. [ Peter offers with a shrug, as if growing up like that wasn't anything too out of the ordinary. He knows it wasn't right, in the past he had called out Yondu and Kraglin about it....but it was that now. The past. ] I also gained some scars in more, uhm, adventurous ways in the bedroom. A few of my past flings tried to murder me. [ It happened more often than he would like to admit too. Even Gamora tried to kill him the first time they've met. It was very romantic. ] You'd be surprised how many alien races are actually compatible with human biology. But I had to learn all I know through trial and error.
[ When Thor starts to look down again it makes Peter pause and then he kicks the man under the table. Not too hard, not like Peter could hurt him, it's just a tap of his foot against the other man's. ]
Ey so, I need help fixing one of the auxiliary generators of the ship. The metal cover got banged up during our last mission and I can't lift the metal to see what's wrong. Could you help with that?
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Oh, you might be surprised how many are compatible with Asgardians.
[The kick doesn't hurt, of course, but it is a jolt that pulls him out of his thoughts. Easy for him to get lost in those, especially when he's annoyingly sober. Getting some food into him has begun lessening the hangover, between hydration and the vitamins and minerals in the soup, though only time will heal it completely.]
Hm...? Oh, right, uh... my schedule's open, I think. [It's an extremely low-effort joke, but it's an attempt at levity, and even if he can breathe in space for a while it's still in his best interest to help keep his temporary home-away-from-home in shipshape. Besides, getting to do the heavy lifting that Peter can't is always good for an ego boost.]
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Oh? [ That got Peter curious, his eyebrows raising in question and a smile playing on the corner of his lips. ] Normal humans aren't too weak for that? Hmm. Even if the rest of the advantages are gone, being half Celestial still gives me more resistance to pain and endurance than the average human; and yet, even I'm not sure that someone like of you pushing me against a wall wouldn't break my back. Not like it would be a terrible way to go...
[ Does Thor understand now why a lot of people wanted to both sleep and stab Quill in equal amounts? he wonders about things like these out loud, that's part of the reason. Peter has all the intentions to keep pestering Thor. First because he has a natural talent for that, and second but most important because letting the man get lost in his own depressing thoughts won't be good for him. ]
Hah, well thanks for the generous offer of your time. We don't need to do it now, though, it can wait until your head isn't killing you. Last thing I need it's you dropping a huge chunk of metal on my head because you fell sleep. It would ruin my hairstyle and I don't wake up this naturally gorgeous. [ Yeah yeah, it's too heavy for him to lift now that the machinery to move the cover broke, Thor can rub that in his face. ]
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[There, chew on that, Quill.
The suggestion is annoyingly sensible. Probably a bit overly cautious, but what the hell, it's not like they're in a hurry.]
Right. Gimme an hour, maybe.
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Ah, well... [ The Guardian hasn't realized what he was even suggesting with his comment until Thor replied to it. Oh, Drax's constant adoration of Thor might be rubbing on him. He pauses for a second but he's of course not going to back off. Not after Thor's answer, since Peter's sure the God is just pulling his leg. Or that they're playing some sort of chicken game that he accidentally started. ]
The spoon doesn't move. I doubt that controlling your strength is that easy when you're handling something that wiggles in your lap. [ Peter stands up to start cleaning the mess in the kitchen and he can't help but give Thor a smirk before doing so. ] Or that tries to bite you.
[ He would argue that Thor can take more time if he needs rest but if the Lord of Thunder is sure of himself, then so be it. After a casual nod at Thor's general direction, he grabs the empty pots and glasses lying around, putting them on the dishwasher with quick efficiency. ]
I'll be in my own room once I finish this, show up any time you want and then we can go fix the generator.
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I have practice.
[He's not going to push to get the work done ASAP, though. So Quill's declaration is met with a nod, and then a lot of regret at how that just made Thor's headache wobble in his skull.]
Mm. Will do.
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Peter hums softly as he fumbles around in the kitchen, a sweet and calm melody that he's sung many times. He turns towards Thor again once everything looks presentable. ]
I'm going to see how Rocket and Groot are doing and then head to my room but call me if you need anything.
[ It has become almost a compulsory habit for Peter to check of the others once they've been out of his sight a while and he has the feeling that, despite the grumpiness, Rocket actually appreciates. Peter squeezes Thor's shoulder as he leaves the kitchen and heads to the cockpit.
An hour later as promised, if Thor seeks him, he will find the man in his room, the sounds of another song playing coming from behind the door. Because where there's Peter, there's music. The difference is that this time he's also singing along to the beat, the song being Landslide from Fleetwood Mac. ]
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Even if the Benatar wasn't a small ship, it'd be easy enough to find Quill just by the sound of guitar and crooning coming from his room, rather than piped through the intercom from the cockpit. Thor clips his sunglasses over the collar of his shirt, shoves his hair back over his shoulders, and knocks crookedly on the doorframe as he leans in.]
Right on time.
[He's not, but close enough, right?]
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Thor's knocking hadn't been too loud but it still startles Peter into stopping mid-song, his hand going to his chest. ]
Oh, ey, you did show up, I mean...hello.[ Peter clears his throat, runs his hand through his hair and only accomplishes making messier than before, and at last, gives Thor a smile. ] Feeling better?
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But hey, he seems to be in good company, so that makes him feel all the better about it.]
How's everyone?
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[ Peter does notice that Thor looks a bit more put together and gives a small before walking towards him so they can leave. He keeps talking as they start walking. ]
Behaving, for a chance. Nebula is with Rocket and Groot on the cockpit, Mantis is now napping in a happy sugar coma and Drax was almost done with his training the last I saw him.
[ Everyone is safe and alive, which is how Peter likes them best. And yes, Peter could have asked Drax to help him with the repairs, the man is strong enough to lift the metal, but he wanted to try and see if he could get Thor out of his room. ]
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Well, whatever the case, it's good to feel useful. He keeps pace with Quill, nodding along.]
Ah, peace and quiet. I used to hate that, you know, no foes to fight or quests to go on, that sort of thing. It grows on you.
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[ People like Gamora. Peter's voice trails off and he loses a bit of his previous cheerfulness. He tries to keep it together in front of the others, he knows they still miss her like a lost limb, but there are honest to god days that he doesn't know how he can still function. everything is so exhausting.
Fiddling with the panel control once they reach the end of the corridor, Peter opens the door to access the lower levels of the ship. He clears his throat, looking at Thor once again. The casual smile is back on Peter's lips. it seems to be almost ever-present lately. ]
Is there anything you need when we stop for supplies? And don't say alcohol, I'm putting a limit on that no matter ho much Rocket complains.
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But we do need more. [Thor frowns a little. Surely this limit isn't going to be zero, is it?] I don't need much more. ...maybe some new clothes, but that's it.
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We need some, and we will get it...within reason. [ He raises an eyebrows at Thor's frown, nunimpressed. No, he's not about to cut the whole supply, he's not that crazy. The rest of the crew, Peter included, likes to drink from time to time and he doesn't want to deal with a pissed off Raccoon. But it's probably for the best if they keep the drinking to reasonable levels. ] Have you considered switching to milkshakes? I mean, as far as I know, Asgardians need a ton of alcohol for it to start dulling your senses so it's pretty much a waste. And milkshakes are just superior.
[ After a pause and crossing some more doors, Peter looks at Thor all over, not judging his appearance as much as he is eyeing his fashion sense critically. ] Yeah, those clothes won't do if you plan on staying in space. Let's get you something more from this century.
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[It's been a rare occasion that Thor is self-conscious about someone else's scrutiny of him, either body or clothes, and he's not about to start now. His Earth clothes are comfortable and he likes them, but some of them are starting to wear a little thin in places. He gives Peter a half-grin, mostly teasing.] This century, hmm? So picky.
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[ Yes, good. That's a much better subject of conversation: sweets. Peter has a big sweet tooth and he will pick candy over alcohol any day. It's probably just as unhealthy but everyone has his vices. He's not trying to make Thor self-conscious as he is legit trying to get something more suitable for the man once they leave the ship. Peter totally plans on dragging Thor along for the supplies run. ]
I'm not saying they don't look warm but you need something that isn't going to get tear apart easily once we leave the ship. Leather is much more useful.
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[Mm, now he wants some. Mission accomplished, Peter.
He gives the human a sly side glance when he mentions the leather. He's spent centuries in armor, but don't think he hasn't noticed the Guardians have a theme going, as well.]
As in matching outfits?
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[ Thankfully for them both, they still have chocolate around the ship. Groot and Mantis likes it but none of the others are particularly fond of it. Drax finds it too sweet and Rocket says it's bad for his health, so that leaves more chocolate for the rest. Peter still has to convince Nebula to try some, he's trying to get to know her better and win her over. It's a slow process. ]
Well, yes. We are a team, we need to look like it. [ Peter answers naturally, not thinking much of it as if it's the most logical thing. Thor is with them now, so that makes him part of the team. He's trying to pry open the metal door that leads to the auxiliary generator's room but he's not being very successful. ] This damn...thing. Always gets jammed, ugh.
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[Yes, he's teasing, but Peter makes it so easy sometimes.
He goes a little quiet at the mention of the team, because even though he's been with them for a while, there's an anxious part of him that always wonders if he really belongs where he is. If they even want him here. Or even if he's been useful at all. As confident and cocky as he tends to act, a lot of it is just to cover for his own insecurity, especially as he tries to find his footing on the unknown path in front of him.
Luckily, he has an opportunity right now to prove how useful he can be.] Let me give it a try.
[Not to flex or anything, really, but Thor hasn't met a door that could withstand him yet.]
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