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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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[worldsaway]

Most everyone on Asgard is a warrior type, but yes. Either Loki will surely let you know that my specialty is "hitting things".

[nostalgiabomb]

And you're doin' this out of the goodness of your heart, huh? No catch?

[ He asks it in a doubtful sort of tone.

There's usually a catch, even if the guy decides not to say so. ]

[worldsaway]

I want for nothing here. I am fed, clothed and paid for my trinkets. [Thor shrugs.] If the time comes that my heart desires something difficult to obtain, I shall raise my prices.

As for now, it does me a service to occupy myself with something a little less mundane than Search and Rescue.

[nostalgiabomb]

Just in it for the thrill of the fight?

[ Rising up to the challenge of our rivals? ]

Sounds like a guy I know back home.

[worldsaway]

There are no guys like me. [Which probably just solidifies the comparison.]

Where is home for you?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter opens his mouth, then closes it, then frowns.

All of which is lost, considering he's audio-only, right now. ]

Bit of everywhere, I guess. Kinda hard to pin down a place when you're living out of a spaceship.

[worldsaway]

[Thor can't see it, but he notes the hesitation that was absent in previous responses.]

Well, we have space in common. From your manner of speech, I'd assumed you were from Earth.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ That— actually surprises him. He makes a small, acknowledging noise. ]

Was. Once upon a time.

Didn't realize an Asgardian would be familiar with the place.

[worldsaway]

It happened by coincidence, but I consider it a second home. [A pause.]

Perhaps third, now. [But he's curious about something else, now.]

Does Asgard exist in "your" space?

[nostalgiabomb]

Yeah, it does.

Can't say I've had much interaction with anyone from there, though.

[ A pause. ]

I mean. Before coming here. Obviously.

[worldsaway]

Well, you can't shake a stick here without hitting one of us, it would seem.

And what occupied your time in space?

[nostalgiabomb]

Oh, you know. Bit of this and that. Protecting people. Capturing bad guys. Safeguarding the galaxy from catastrophe.

What any normal guy gets up to on a Sunday afternoon, you know?

[worldsaway]

Mm, not an unfamiliar schedule.

What did you say your name was?

[nostalgiabomb]

I didn’t yet, actually.

But it’s Peter Quill. People call me Star-Lord.

[ Sometimes, anyway. At least, it’s kind of becoming a thing, as the Guardians of the Galaxy become more well-known.

And if he keeps insisting, maybe it’ll actually stick? ]

[worldsaway]

Until we meet again, Star-Lord.

[Is he smirking? He kind of is. Sorry, Peter.]