+1 King of Asgard

[pirateangelbaby]

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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[sweetcandygirl]

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

"What kind of powers?"

[pirateangelbaby]

"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."

[sweetcandygirl]

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."

[pirateangelbaby]

"Quite," he agrees easily. "But these days, I hope to rule with a position of peace, when possible. My father once told me that a wise king never seeks out war, but must always be ready for it."

[sweetcandygirl]

"Sounds like a wise leader himself." Harley has learned to be ready for anything. Even in the 'safety' of the Nexus.

[pirateangelbaby]

"He was." This is perhaps the first time he's had a chance to raise a glass to the glorious dead, so he raises his mug now, a solemn look on his face. "To Odin, long may he feast in Valhalla."

[sweetcandygirl]

"To Odin!" She raises her glass to the man too, even though she has no idea who he might be.

"What is Valhalla?"

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor drinks from his beer, downing a goodly portion of the brew. "One of the halls of the dead, home to half the souls that earn a warrior's death. My father's rule there began mere days ago."

[sweetcandygirl]

"Do any warrior who dies go there?" Harley asks, interested.

[pirateangelbaby]

"So the stories say." Thor hadn't given much thought to whether mortals get to spend their afterlife in the golden halls, but he sees no reason why not. The ancient Midgardians who worshiped them certainly seemed to believe they would end up there. "The other half go to Fólkvangr, the meadows of Freyja."

[sweetcandygirl]

"Maybe Diablo is there." Harley hopes so. He died a warrior in her eyes.

Harley drinks more of the beer. "What are the others for?"

[pirateangelbaby]

"Fólkvangr is for warriors who have earned their rest, and to heal from wounds that run deeper than flesh. I have never met Freyja, but I am sure she looks after my mother." It's been a mere handful of years since he lost her too, a blink of an eye to an Asgardian, but it helps greatly to know that his parents are receiving their due rewards.

[sweetcandygirl]

"But wait... if your father is in Valhalla, and your mother is in Folkvangr…"(her heavy Bronx accent murders the word) "Does that mean they are not together in death?"

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor smiles slightly, and though his flagon is full again, he doesn't drink from it right away, turning it slightly in his hands. "Perhaps for now. The honored dead are not bound to one or the other, and in time, perhaps their paths shall cross again."

[sweetcandygirl]

"I can accept that theory." Harley grins over her almost empty glass.

"It is good to know that there is another hero who has come to the Nexus."

[pirateangelbaby]

"Surely such visitors cannot be rare. One who would venture between the realms must be either brave, or foolish. Or both, both is definitely a possibility." He smiles across the table at her, and crunches another nacho. "And what of you, Harley?"

[sweetcandygirl]

"Sometimes people come here because they can't go back to where they came. I have met those who speak of facing their death... only to awaken here." Harley wonders if that means the Nexus is some sort of after-life in a way.

"What of me?" She asks.

[pirateangelbaby]

An intriguing thought, for the dying to be snatched away before the moment of death, saved and brought to some middle realm. Why deny them their rest? Unless they were bound for Hel, and this is their chance to earn Valhalla. A mercy, if so.

"You have a bold heart, and a zeal for life. You are free of your chains; what will you now do with your life?"

[sweetcandygirl]

"I have been trying to figure that out."

"It was easier when I was a criminal. You sort of know where you fit in life. And a lot harder to be a hero." Harley mused over her beer.

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor shrugs, and takes a long swig from his beer. "If it was easy, everyone would be one. It's not a question of difficulty. It's what you want. If you're willing to put in the effort, and make yourself worthy."

[sweetcandygirl]

Harley thinks on his words for a moment. She orders another beer, and pops a piece of bubblegum in her mouth. It helps her think.

"Well, I think you are going to meet a hella lot of new friends, who you know are worth that effort. Cause I know I did."

[pirateangelbaby]

Wait, what? Hela? Please, no.

It takes him a moment to actually process what she's saying, and that it's not actually about his crazy genocidal sister. "I can always use more friends."

[sweetcandygirl]

"Well you have one more now." She means herself. In case that was not obvious.

[pirateangelbaby]

"Indeed I do." He smiles at her, and clinks his glass against hers. "To friendship! And more nachos."

[sweetcandygirl]

And with that, she orders them more nachos and more beer. Might as well give him a celebration worth a King.