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[worldsaway]

[When Thor switches the camera on, it's momentarily engulfed by his face before he sits himself back. Now that the frame isn't obscured, it's apparent that he's not the only one there. Both Lokis, Angela and Sif sit either side of him, all situated around a booth at some sort of diner.

Thor, naturally, is the first to start talking.]

It has come to light in one way or another that we could be considered Gods. [He's keeping it vague on purpose.] It is true, in a sense, that we are are not unlike higher beings. We are not mortals and we have powers and abilities beyond what many would be considered normal. The myths and the legends, however, are not precisely true.

[He just wanted to clear that up.] As such, we thought it would be prudent to offer our services in times of need. For missions or protections, we can be of use in many situations. You need only ask.

[He says we, but he largely means I.

Angela, for her part, doesn't look as opposed to the idea as she probably could.]

I will add that I will require payment for my services, but that can be negotiated at a later time.

[ She glances around the table at her siblings as if daring them to counter her.

The younger Loki leans into shot, finger raised. ]

Should you require an actual god, we come in that flavour too.

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[hevenly]

YES, that is what happened. [ Said in a bored tone. Do you always state the obvious, Quill? ]

It seems to be a common occurrence here. This Odinson and his Loki are from a universe separate to Loki's and mine. [ Thus why the two Lokis. ] It would seem the same is true for yourself and Gamora.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Not-so-little known fact: in addition to being the Star-Lord, he is also the Earl-of-Obvious.

Case in point: ]

Sounds like this whole song and dance must be gettin' old for you, huh?

[hevenly]

[ She heaves the most put upon of sighs. ]

Very.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ A little sheepishly, ]

... Sorry?

But, hey, new chance to start again, huh? Make brand new first impressions, make new inside jokes. That sorta thing.

[ "The Glass is Half Full"-Lord. ]

[hevenly]

I suppose we must, if we are to get anywhere.

[ And, to her benefit or detriment, she does count Star-Lord as a friend. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Benefit.

Anything related to Star-Lord always counts as a benefit – at least to him, anyway. ]

So how do you know all the folks here? Do you have a fancy god-title, too?

[hevenly]

I am the Odinson's older half-sister, by blood. We were not raised together, but we are family.

I have no "fancy god-title," as I make no claims of divinity.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ That— is actually a bit of a relief to hear, and Peter relaxes a little.

He's had bad experiences with people who call themselves gods, lately. ]

So. Just "Angela," then? Like Cher or Madonna?

[hevenly]

[ Angela does not know who Cher or Madonna are. Coming from Quill, however, she assumes they are like the Belinda Carlisle woman he kept mentioning in reference to Heven being a "place on Earth." ]

I have another name, the name I was born with. But I go by Angela.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Well, she doesn't volunteer the other name, which leads Peter to believe it's something weird, like Gertrude or Hortense. ]

Angela it is, then.

And if I ever need a hand from your guys' Asgardian A-Team, what kinda price are we lookin' at, here?

[hevenly]

My siblings may offer their services for free. I can not speak for the lady Sif. But for me, a favor owed will do.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He lets out a breath between pursed lips. ]

Oof. Favors are tricky.

You don't do that asshole thing where you call in you-owe-me's, like, months down the line when the other person's practically forgotten, and it ends up being something like, "Help me bury this body," do you?

[hevenly]

[ Angela's long pause implies that yes, she is the sort of person to do that asshole thing. ]

If you would rather not help me bury a body, it would be wise to clarify that now.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ yyyyyeeeeaaaahhh. That's what he thought. ]

I mean, seeing as how I'm technically on record since these conversations get saved—

No, Angela, I will not help you bury a body. It would be completely unlawful, shameful, and downright uncool to help dispose of the corpse of someone I probably don't know or even really care about. You should under no circumstances call me if you seriously need a hand in acquiring shovels or tarps or, where bodies of water might be involved, rope and cement bricks.

I certainly don't need that blemish on my character, thank you very much.

[hevenly]

[ There's a lot Angela could say about Star-Lord's "character," but she refrains. After all, it is hard to tell how this version may differ from the Star-Lord she knows. ]

Understood. I will keep my requests on the more... reasonable side.

[nostalgiabomb]

Or. Maybe don't ask for those kinds of favors somewhere where my response would be recorded indefinitely.

[ Because Peter tends to think a step or two ahead, where liability and jail time are possibly involved. ]

Not that I would do any of that stuff, of course, fine, upstanding citizen that I am.

[hevenly]

[ She thinks she understands what he's saying. He'll help her hide a body, but he does not want to advertise that fact. ]

Very well. We have an understanding, then.