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[nostalgiabomb]

[ Distinguished and not-so distinguished residents of Riverview, hello.

Currently, you are graced with a mugshot of one Peter “Space-Duke” Quill and a view of the messier half of his shared apartment. In his hand is his trusty mp3 player – which boasts at least three hundred songs, holy crap, y’all – and while he has one bud in his ear, the other dangles from the wire. ]

So. Apparently if nothing else, this place has, like, all the music ever. So if I’ve gotta be stuck here, might as well make the most of it, right?

I’m on the hunt for somethin’ new. Tryin’ to play a whole lot of catch up. If anyone’s got any music recommendations, I’m all ears. Songs, artists, albums, weird, avant-garde stuff with a guy saying “number nine” over and over – hit me with your best shot. I’ll try anything once.

Also, uh.

[ A pause, and he turns the mp3 player’s face toward the camera. The screen happily displays the album art of The Best of Earth, Wind & Fire, Vol. 1 while “September” plays. Zunes, man!! Aren’t they rad? ]

Don’t suppose anyone here’s familiar enough with this that they can show me how to add stuff?

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Make sure you do, bro. Consider it homework.

[ A pause, and he adds, ]

Also, use that music responsibly. I don’t wanna have to apologize for you starting a street riot ‘cause you wigged out over how sweet a guitar riff is.

[ragnarsson]

I make no promises.

[Ivar smiles. There's something just a little too innocent about that expression, like Peter's just given him a brand-new idea. Trust him, if there's anyone who could cause chaos just from listening to a rock track, it's Ivar.]

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[ Oh, no, Peter's seen that smile before. Something about the eyes just on the wrong side of wide, something about the edges of that smile being a little too sharp.

Peter narrows his eyes for a second, then, shakes his head, letting out a sigh. ]

Well, whatever you do, don't namedrop me.

[ because that's what's important here: plausible deniability. ]

But hey, have fun.

[ragnarsson]

[Just remember it was all Peter's fault when this eventually comes back to bite him in the butt as he hears of a Viking starting a fight in a karaoke bar.]

Considering I don't even know your name, that will be easy to do.

[He pauses.]

My name is Ivar Ragnarsson, sometimes called Ivar The Boneless.

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[ look man as long as peter is not in said bar, Ivar can do whatever he likes

Once Ivar introduces himself, though, Peter gives a brief quirk of his eyebrow at the nickname. "The Boneless." That's a weird one on him.

But, hey, who is Star-Lord to judge other people's titles?

He hesitates for a second, and despite his talk of not being namedropped just moments ago, Peter lets out a breath. ]

Don't make me regret this.

But I'm Peter Quill. Folks call me Star-Lord.

[ragnarsson]

Star-Lord?

[He echoes, head tilted a little as he takes in the peculiar name. But considering his own nickname, Ivar's hardly one to judge.]

How'd you gain that title?

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[ Peter gives an easy sort of shrug. ]

Just a name that I picked up over the years.

[ And there's a story there – of course there's a story there – to do with stargazing and too many marathons of Star Trek and Star Wars any sci-fi title Peter could get his hands on at the impressionable age of seven years old, but like hell is he ever going to tell that to anyone. ]

Quill works just fine, if that's more your thing.

[ragnarsson]

It always seems to happen that way.

[In Ivar's case, it was one person giving him the nickname when he was born, causing it to stick for the rest of his life. His father hadn't been in the most loving mood when he found out his son was never going to be able to walk, hence why the name was a little cruel.]

I think I can manage Star-Lord if I bother to call you anything at all.

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[ Oh. That makes the corner of Peter's mouth twitch up in a pleased smile, though he tries to smother it. Hardly anyone ever calls him "Star-Lord" without irony. ]

What about you? Do you prefer Ivar or the Boneless?

[ragnarsson]

Ivar's fine. I generally only pull out my titles when I'm trying to impress someone.

[Yep, he's got a few of them. Hence why he didn't go telling everyone he was a prince right off the bat when he met them.]

[nostalgiabomb]

Titles? [ And he puts emphasis on the second syllable, on the plural. Peter looks curious mor than anything. ] Like, more than one?

[ yes, that's generally why the "s" gets tacked onto the end of words, quill. ]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar gives Peter one of those withering, 'you're so dumb' looks that teens who think they're smarter than everyone else around them are so good at.]

Yes, plural. The other one is Prince of Norway. Though I hope to change that to King one day.

[First he had to kill the current queen. Ivar has developed quite the talent for killing off royalty.]

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[ A long pause. ]

... Seriously?

[ quill is doing little favors for his apparent intelligence. ]

The Prince of Norway? Like, for real. Actual prince. Not just, like, a nickname sorta thing.

[ragnarsson]

Yes. Seriously.

[Peter gets an eyeroll for that as Ivar mocks his tone. He's clearly talking with a very dumb man.]

My father was King Ragnar Lothbrok Sigurdsson, the most famous Viking in the world. When he killed the previous king, he became King of Norway.

[He sounds very proud of this fact. Ivar adores his father and what he had accomplished, even now after his death.]