nexus_crossings | +1 King of Asgard

+1 King of Asgard

Thor really should have no right to be as cheery as he is right now. Mjolnir destroyed, his father dead, his eye ruined, Asgard exploded, the last of his people crammed together onto a single spaceship on their way to seek aslyum on Midgard, one cannot really say they've been having a good day, to put it mildly.

But it could be worse.

It's taken him years to fully understand what it means to sit on the throne of Asgard, and now that kingship falls to him at last, the lack of that throne doesn't bother him at all. Asgard isn't a place to rule, it's a people to guide. And even if they couldn't save all of them, those who remain are precious to him. A new start awaits them all on Earth.

Or so he hopes.

Thor strides down the corridor of the Statesman, cape billowing behind him as he navigates his way towards the bridge. Hmm. Or was it this way? It's so easy to get turned around in this blasted thing. But ah, the sound of a multitude of voices; surely this is the way.

It takes him a moment to realize that he's no longer surrounded by Asgardians, or even Korg's crew. No, the people here are of all shapes and sizes, and the sky above him suddenly opens up, wide and blue. Not on a spaceship anymore. How very strange to find himself suddenly transported across the galaxy - again - without so much as being shot through the Bifrost. His attention is caught by a familiar voice, and despite his confusion, a delighted grin lights upon his countenance to see his good friend Rogers giving prerecorded messages in his battle regalia.

Perhaps this is Midgard, then? But no, the more he listens, the more he understands. A place between the worlds, hmm. A place to seek counsel, and befriend countless warriors from across the universe. Thor crosses his arms over his chest, and contemplates what question he should ask. Something somewhat relevant to his current situation, perhaps. "If you were put in a position of power, what would you first command?"

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"God I hope not. What a disaster that would be." Harley skips closer. Seriously skips in those boots.

"Are you like a Prince or something. Because if you need to find some Princess to kiss... I can pretend really good."

Thor places a hand to his chest and bows slightly, adding a little flourish with the edge of his cape. It's only proper to introduce himself, now that he's officially crowned. "I am Thor Odinson, king of Asgard. I thank you for your offer," he adds with a grin. "But I'm afraid I must decline at the moment."

"Harley Quinn. The one and only." She looks around the Nexus. "So far..."

"On a different quest then? Gotta warn you, if you go after the dragon that frequents these parts... you and I will have words." She puts her hands on her hips, as if she could seriously be considered a threat.

"A dragon?" He may be king now, and far more mature than he was a mere handful of years ago, but he cannot help but perk up at the mention of such a beast. "I take it this is not some manner of mindless beast, preying upon helpless villagers' cattle."

"He is a poet warrior of the K'da. And you best treat him with respect, when and if you meet him." Harley uses her serious tone.

"Have you had your celebration, for being king yet?" Time to move onto another topic.

"Of course, Madame Harley. Should he make no trouble and harm none, no harm shall come to him from my hand," he promises.

A small smile sets upon his lips at her question. "No, we've not had resources or time to spare for a proper feast. My coronation was somewhat hasty. Enemies to fight, destruction of my home realm, busy busy busy. But when we arrive at Midgard, we shall celebrate with revels."

Harley nods at his promise. It sounds like he will keep it.

"We gotta fix that! I know of a good bar..." She holds out her hand to him. "We can celebrate now!"

Color him intrigued. That he doesn't know how to get back to the Statesman isn't bothering him at the moment; there's no pressing issues on board, and Rogers is here somewhere, so why not indulge? He hasn't had a good break in a while. "Lead on, then, Madame Harley," he agrees, placing his larger hand in hers.

"Just Harley. Please." And she gives his hand a gentle squeeze (like she is being careful about how tight she holds onto him).

The bar is close by. And Harley has been here a few times before. She finds them a corner table.

"Okay, so any particular kind of drink you favor, Thor?"

This place reminds him somewhat of the bar Selvig took him on his first visit to Midgard, and he smiles fondly, thinking of his friend. "Mead, ale, beer, if it comes from a barrel, consider me satisfied," he tells her with a grin.

"Why do I get the feeling I could order you a whole barrel, and you would be very satisfied?" Harley grins. She orders them two of the biggest pints of beers there are on the menu.

And nachos. Because she loves nachos.

He laughs at her comment. "The only thing a barrel lacks is a proper handle," he agrees at once.

A shame that these Earthers use such tiny flagons, but Thor's first visit to Midgard also introduced him to the concept of refills, so it's not as bad as it looks. He's just going to need a lot of them, probably.

Nachos are something he did not have, but they pair well with the beer, so he enjoys the crunchy morsels and their melted cheese sauce. It's not a feast, but it'll do.

Harley won't mind at all him order refill over refill. She seems to be matching his refill requests.

"First time in the Nexus, Thor?"

"Indeed. I knew nothing of this place a mere hour ago," he tells her, draining half his mug in one go. A shame none can work the same magics here that Strange did, refilling his drink as he holds it, but oh well. He's not so desperate he cannot wait for a server.

"A fine idea for Rogers to record a welcoming message for new visitors," Thor adds with approval. "I did not expect familiar faces here."

"You know Steve?" Harley looks up at him, eyes big with wonder.

"Have you worked with him before?"

"Of course! We have fought in battle at each other's side on several occasions," Thor tells her, raising his flagon in a wordless toast to his good friend. "He is an honorable man and a mighty warrior."

"He is the best." Harley meets the toast. "I haven't seen him fight in person... but he was strong enough to break open my cage."

He can't tell if that's metaphorical or not, but decides to take it literally. "You weren't being held as a gladiator on Sakaar, were you?" That's be an awful big coincidence if she was. And it'd be a shame if he and Banner had completely missed Rogers' presence. (How would he even have gotten there...?)

"Nah. Prisoner at Arkham Asylum. I appeared here one day, with the whole cage they kept me in." Harley explains.

"Truly?" He's impressed despite himself. "Would that my own jailbreak had been that easy."

"Why were you imprisoned?" Harley sips her beer.

"Wrong place, wrong time sort of thing," Thor says, the real motivations too complex to explain in a single sitting, no matter how tasty the nachos and how plentiful the beer. "Long story short, the Grandmaster enjoys a good show in the arena, and someone of my power was irresistible."

"I am quite familiar with wrong place, wrong time." Harley relates.

"What kind of powers?"

"I'm the god of Thunder," Thor says, as if that explains everything, and it probably should. "I've slain countless foes in battle protecting the Nine Realms."

Harley studies him for a moment. She has fought against Gods before. And knows that it can be dangerous to be on the bad side of one.

"Another warrior then. Cool."

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