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spacedisaster) wrote2020-04-04 10:37 pm
spacedisaster) wrote2020-04-04 10:37 pm
[ ooc: Starter 'im in an endless cycle of being too hung over to eat all day...then getting too drunk because i didnt eat anything. where is my life going?' ]
Yep, that was it.
[ The Guardians are a noisy bunch. When Peter isn't the one yelling for whatever reason, he tunes out the screams, fights, and questionable noises until something actually explodes or breaks. Never a boring day with his crew.
He winces in sympathy at Thor's words, already figuring the pills were a long shot. Being a god isn't all advantages, it seems. The soup looks done so he grabs a bowl and a spoon for Thor from the closest cabinet. After stirring the pot some more he pours the contents on the bolw and leaves it on the table within Thor's reach. Peter has already eaten so he grabs a Yaro root to munch on it as dessert. ]
I wasn't joking when I said we should stop for supplies. The nearest habitable planet it's only two solar cycles away, which is good because we ran out of sweets and Groot wanted some, he's been insufferable since then. I don't know where he got that candy craving.
[ Peter, he got it from Peter, because the man is just as bad when it comes to having a sweet tooth. Tree-teenager- babysitting woes aside, music is the man's way of coping so there have been even more songs than usual playing on a daily basis. So far he only had to argue with Drax and Rocket twice and in the end, Peter agreed to no replay the same some more than 2 times a day. There's quite a variety of them in the Zune, so it's not a terrible deal. ]
Hm...? [ He looks up at the question, listening to the song and quickly smiling. ] Take on me, from the band A-ha. One of the greatest songs ever made. Spider-boy told me that people still listens to it to this day on Earth. Good classics never die. [ Peter takes a bite of the fruit, leaning against the counter and looking pensive for a second. ] Do Asgardians sing? Or dance, for what matter?
Yep, that was it.
[ The Guardians are a noisy bunch. When Peter isn't the one yelling for whatever reason, he tunes out the screams, fights, and questionable noises until something actually explodes or breaks. Never a boring day with his crew.
He winces in sympathy at Thor's words, already figuring the pills were a long shot. Being a god isn't all advantages, it seems. The soup looks done so he grabs a bowl and a spoon for Thor from the closest cabinet. After stirring the pot some more he pours the contents on the bolw and leaves it on the table within Thor's reach. Peter has already eaten so he grabs a Yaro root to munch on it as dessert. ]
I wasn't joking when I said we should stop for supplies. The nearest habitable planet it's only two solar cycles away, which is good because we ran out of sweets and Groot wanted some, he's been insufferable since then. I don't know where he got that candy craving.
[ Peter, he got it from Peter, because the man is just as bad when it comes to having a sweet tooth. Tree-teenager- babysitting woes aside, music is the man's way of coping so there have been even more songs than usual playing on a daily basis. So far he only had to argue with Drax and Rocket twice and in the end, Peter agreed to no replay the same some more than 2 times a day. There's quite a variety of them in the Zune, so it's not a terrible deal. ]
Hm...? [ He looks up at the question, listening to the song and quickly smiling. ] Take on me, from the band A-ha. One of the greatest songs ever made. Spider-boy told me that people still listens to it to this day on Earth. Good classics never die. [ Peter takes a bite of the fruit, leaning against the counter and looking pensive for a second. ] Do Asgardians sing? Or dance, for what matter?
[It takes him a moment before he reaches out and slowly drags the bowl towards himself, trying not to make a face at the smell. It's good, really it is, his stomach just isn't so sure it likes it yet. But Thor is stubborn, and too hungover to push it away again, so he makes an effort to grab the spoon and scoop up a mouthful.]
Yes, fine. I wouldn't mind a stop someplace with an actual atmosphere. I miss rain, you know? Always so... rainy.
[The soup is nice and hot and salty, warming his throat as he gingerly sips at the broth. His body doesn't immediately move to reject it, either. A win all around.
At least, until Peter asks that question. Thor's movements slow, absently stirring the soup rather than eating it. When he speaks, his voice is a little quieter than usual.]
Used to. Maybe they still do.
Yes, fine. I wouldn't mind a stop someplace with an actual atmosphere. I miss rain, you know? Always so... rainy.
[The soup is nice and hot and salty, warming his throat as he gingerly sips at the broth. His body doesn't immediately move to reject it, either. A win all around.
At least, until Peter asks that question. Thor's movements slow, absently stirring the soup rather than eating it. When he speaks, his voice is a little quieter than usual.]
Used to. Maybe they still do.
[ Peter doesn't seem to be in any hurry so he's fine too with Thor doing things at his own pace. He had been hungover a lot when he was young and lived with the Ravagers, and knows all too well how unpleasant it is. It would be better if Thor stopped drinking so much but that's a personal can of worms he's not suited to handle. ]
Right, god of Thunder...makes sense. There's ton of planets out there that will welcome some extra water, I'll check the maps later. You can make it rain any time you want? Just like that?
[ It's kind of really cool, to be honest, but Peter has a hard time praising Thor out loud, he would never hear the end of it if the others knew about it. Childlike curiosity still shows in his face, though, until Thor's behaviour changes. Well, shit. Sometimes Peter forgets that he's been dead five years and a lot of things hand changed during that time.
'Take on me' ends and the song 'Streets of Philadelphia' from Bruce Springsteen starts playing through the speakers. He should let it go, change the subject and let Thor be, but he has the feeling that ignoring the problem is what everyone else has been doing for the past five years. ]
There might be more of them still out there. No reason why we can't try to find them too. What's done it's done, we need to move on.
Right, god of Thunder...makes sense. There's ton of planets out there that will welcome some extra water, I'll check the maps later. You can make it rain any time you want? Just like that?
[ It's kind of really cool, to be honest, but Peter has a hard time praising Thor out loud, he would never hear the end of it if the others knew about it. Childlike curiosity still shows in his face, though, until Thor's behaviour changes. Well, shit. Sometimes Peter forgets that he's been dead five years and a lot of things hand changed during that time.
'Take on me' ends and the song 'Streets of Philadelphia' from Bruce Springsteen starts playing through the speakers. He should let it go, change the subject and let Thor be, but he has the feeling that ignoring the problem is what everyone else has been doing for the past five years. ]
There might be more of them still out there. No reason why we can't try to find them too. What's done it's done, we need to move on.
[Thor laughs, a nostalgic little chuckle that doesn't quite jar the throbbing in his head.]
Just like that. It's... pretty awesome.
[There's something melancholic about how familiar this is. Him sitting here in the Guardians' ship, eating soup and nursing a headache while trying not to think about everything he'd lost. He'll take this hangover over the Power stone any day, though, and he's had five years of practice pretending that he can cope. Not that anyone had asked. Not that he would've admitted otherwise, if they had.
The song is new, though. Sort of sad, sympathetic, in a way he can't quite put his finger on. Thor puts a smile on his face and lifts his head a little, dragging on the mask of normalcy that he's worn for years.]
Oh, no, that's all right. I'm pretty sure we got everybody left. Um, eventually.
[He makes himself take another bite of soup, and rubs at his face below his eye, nudging the sunglasses a little. Smudged. Damn. He doesn't quite sigh, but he does pull them off, dropping them onto the table.]
We used to throw this big party at Yule. Big fire, lots of dancing, lots of drinking. Throwing flaming wheels off the edge of the world. Wouldn't get as cold as it does on Earth, but it did snow. Good way to keep warm.
Just like that. It's... pretty awesome.
[There's something melancholic about how familiar this is. Him sitting here in the Guardians' ship, eating soup and nursing a headache while trying not to think about everything he'd lost. He'll take this hangover over the Power stone any day, though, and he's had five years of practice pretending that he can cope. Not that anyone had asked. Not that he would've admitted otherwise, if they had.
The song is new, though. Sort of sad, sympathetic, in a way he can't quite put his finger on. Thor puts a smile on his face and lifts his head a little, dragging on the mask of normalcy that he's worn for years.]
Oh, no, that's all right. I'm pretty sure we got everybody left. Um, eventually.
[He makes himself take another bite of soup, and rubs at his face below his eye, nudging the sunglasses a little. Smudged. Damn. He doesn't quite sigh, but he does pull them off, dropping them onto the table.]
We used to throw this big party at Yule. Big fire, lots of dancing, lots of drinking. Throwing flaming wheels off the edge of the world. Wouldn't get as cold as it does on Earth, but it did snow. Good way to keep warm.
[ ooc: Starter 'I really wish someone from a royal background would fuck me so I could literally say I was 'royally fucked'.' ]
My entire crew needs to reconsider their priorities. And also they lack of shame. [ Says one of the most shameless men on the whole galaxy.
Peter isn't saying no, per se, but...it's Thor. He would never end the end of it. ]
Hah. I see. You're willing to entertain offers or are you offering yourself?
My entire crew needs to reconsider their priorities. And also they lack of shame. [ Says one of the most shameless men on the whole galaxy.
Peter isn't saying no, per se, but...it's Thor. He would never end the end of it. ]
Hah. I see. You're willing to entertain offers or are you offering yourself?
Well, I'm not about to ruin you for anyone else for free.
[Not at all true, but Peter doesn't need to know that the only thing that makes him even slightly unattractive is his humanity.]
[Not at all true, but Peter doesn't need to know that the only thing that makes him even slightly unattractive is his humanity.]
That's a lot of confidence, which I can appreciate, but are you sure you could back up your words?
[ Technically speaking, he's half Celestial still. Only de-powered after murdering his asshole father. Loki knows how complicated family matters can be. ]
I have a question, do they call you silvertongue only because of your wit or the nickname implies other outstanding abilities I should know about?
[ Technically speaking, he's half Celestial still. Only de-powered after murdering his asshole father. Loki knows how complicated family matters can be. ]
I have a question, do they call you silvertongue only because of your wit or the nickname implies other outstanding abilities I should know about?
Not bad. [ There, a compliment. He can offer them, truly. ] It only works with water or you can also make it snow? It's one of the things I miss about Earth.
[ There aren't a lot of things that make a place Peter wants to return too, it has too many painful memories attached, but he enjoyed watching and playing in the snow as a kid. He doesn't really talk about these things as often but Thor is sharing, so it seems fair to do the same. ]
Okay, if you're sure.
[ He won't press this particular issue. The conversation has been comfortable so far and he wants to try and keep it that way, see if it could make the other feel a bit better. Not like Peter is the most suited person to cheer up anybody in his current state but he's got experience trying to hide his feeling. Now, actually accomplishing it... ]
That sounds like a blast. Yule's a bit like Christmas, right? Why don't you tell me some more about it? [ Peter finally sits down, forearms resting on the kitchen the table and fidgeting with what's left of the Yaro root. Then he pauses, as it dawns on him that one of the things Thor had listed is not as the others. ] Throwing flaming wheels off the edge of the world??? That sounds sick, I bet it was awesome.
[ There aren't a lot of things that make a place Peter wants to return too, it has too many painful memories attached, but he enjoyed watching and playing in the snow as a kid. He doesn't really talk about these things as often but Thor is sharing, so it seems fair to do the same. ]
Okay, if you're sure.
[ He won't press this particular issue. The conversation has been comfortable so far and he wants to try and keep it that way, see if it could make the other feel a bit better. Not like Peter is the most suited person to cheer up anybody in his current state but he's got experience trying to hide his feeling. Now, actually accomplishing it... ]
That sounds like a blast. Yule's a bit like Christmas, right? Why don't you tell me some more about it? [ Peter finally sits down, forearms resting on the kitchen the table and fidgeting with what's left of the Yaro root. Then he pauses, as it dawns on him that one of the things Thor had listed is not as the others. ] Throwing flaming wheels off the edge of the world??? That sounds sick, I bet it was awesome.
Only one way to find out, hm?
[Head tilt.]
Are you interested, or are we going to delay this needlessly? You're the one that started this conversation, after all.
[Head tilt.]
Are you interested, or are we going to delay this needlessly? You're the one that started this conversation, after all.
I suppose.
[ He answer that head tilt with a smile and lowering his voice an octave and he takes a step closer to Loki, hand sliding up the man's arm. ]
I didn't even know you were interested. But since we seems to be in the same page now....what don't you tell me what you like, Loki?
[ He answer that head tilt with a smile and lowering his voice an octave and he takes a step closer to Loki, hand sliding up the man's arm. ]
I didn't even know you were interested. But since we seems to be in the same page now....what don't you tell me what you like, Loki?
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.]
[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.
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.]
She must have loved you a lot.
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.
[Loki smirks, amused at Quill's idea of seduction including a deeper voice. He suspects he wasn't wrong about Quill fancying Thor.]
Maybe I wasn't until you made that wonderful pun.
[He raises his chin, eyes searching Quill's face as he considers how to answer that question. He could give so many different answers, though he imagines there's really one main thing Quill wants to know.]
Oh, I can like anything if you try hard enough. And I can make you like it just as much.
[Loki drifts closer, breath ghosting over Quill's lips as he speaks.]
You'll be royally fucked either way.
Maybe I wasn't until you made that wonderful pun.
[He raises his chin, eyes searching Quill's face as he considers how to answer that question. He could give so many different answers, though he imagines there's really one main thing Quill wants to know.]
Oh, I can like anything if you try hard enough. And I can make you like it just as much.
[Loki drifts closer, breath ghosting over Quill's lips as he speaks.]
You'll be royally fucked either way.
[ 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.
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.
[ Ey, to be fair, he did that even before meeting Thor. He just...did it more afterwards because that's the kind of disaster person Loki is dealing with. And yes, the god might be right in his assumptions but that's a can of worms about himself Peter is trying really hard not to open. ]
It was more a deep wish waiting to be fulfilled than a pun.
[ Peter huffs with a smile, his free arm wrapping around Loki's waist to pull him closer. Contrary to popular belief about his past as a wannabe Casanova, he does care about what his partners want. It's the reason why Loki's reply seems like he's avoiding answering and making him pause for a moment. ]
I don't doubt it but it was an honest question. [ The brunette is very distracting though and Peter is only human. ] Promises promises...
[ He moves his hand gently along the curve of Loki’s jaw, closing his eyes and the distance between them, pressing their lips together. It's slow at first, Peter's still testing the water and figuring out what Loki really likes it's a game on itself. Peter being Peter, grows a little bolder after a while, biting the other man's bottom lip and then pressing his tongue inside. ]
It was more a deep wish waiting to be fulfilled than a pun.
[ Peter huffs with a smile, his free arm wrapping around Loki's waist to pull him closer. Contrary to popular belief about his past as a wannabe Casanova, he does care about what his partners want. It's the reason why Loki's reply seems like he's avoiding answering and making him pause for a moment. ]
I don't doubt it but it was an honest question. [ The brunette is very distracting though and Peter is only human. ] Promises promises...
[ He moves his hand gently along the curve of Loki’s jaw, closing his eyes and the distance between them, pressing their lips together. It's slow at first, Peter's still testing the water and figuring out what Loki really likes it's a game on itself. Peter being Peter, grows a little bolder after a while, biting the other man's bottom lip and then pressing his tongue inside. ]
[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.]
[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?
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.]
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. ]
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.]
Right. Gimme an hour, maybe.
[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.
[ 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.
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.]
Mm. Will do.
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.
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. ]
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.]
Right on time.
[He's not, but close enough, right?]
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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