mun is the last person on earth to see avengers and screaming

[lunging]

Mortal, please calm yourself. I think you may burst.

Please stop calling the former prince Loki a "hillbilly," my friend. He was unused to mortal vehicles, keep that in mind. Jumping on its open back only makes sense, does it not? I do not know what you mean by him needing a red solo cup to "complete the look," but I dislike that, as well.

The small child sitting next to you was right in what he exclaimed; the man in the blue and red and white was, in fact, awesome. Though, perhaps that was his shield, but he is very flexible as well.

I must wonder, however, I must, if they gave Loki that drink he was promised. Does Midgardian hospitality die after war is over? Can you tell me that?

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[themanoutoftime]

We did. Tony's not one to renege a drink offer, I should think.

[lunging]

Ah, the man of many colors himself! I must say, you are quite the showman! The mask, however, I do not understand it myself.

[themanoutoftime]

It's to protect my head from debris, stray bullets, things like that. I don't know about the wings, though.

[lunging]

It is not to keep others from knowing your identity?

[themanoutoftime]

Well, at first it was, but then I think people started figuring it out pretty quickly. They're smart, nowadays.

[lunging]

[Haha, Midgardians. Smart. Nice joke, Steve, he didn't get the reference, though.]

Your people have...advanced significantly, yes, mostly thanks to the man of the flying suit, I believe.

[themanoutoftime]

[Whatever, Steve thinks his beard/mustache combo looks like a dead squirrel, so he figures they're even. Not that he'd ever say that outloud, though.]

Tony? Yeah, he's done a lot.

[lunging]

[Then you must hate Robin Hood and you are, by that logic, a terrible person who should feel terrible.]

Did he make your shield? To withstand the mighty Mjolnir, a hammer of great creative and destructive powers, forged in the heart of a dying star and wielded only by one of worth...it is a miracle!

[themanoutoftime]

[Probably. But, you can't win 'em all.]

Yes! It's made from vibranium.

[lunging]

[Shame on you, Captain Amer...iwhatever.]

Vibranium? So...it vibrates that which enacts upon it physically as well as sound, is that the correlation of the name?

[latrodectism]

I wasn't around if he got his drink.

[Namely because she was advised otherwise. You know. Accidental poisoning. It can happen anywhere.]

[themanoutoftime]

Basically. It absorbs the impact of anything, and it's super strong. I think it might be from a different planet, but Howard never told me.

[lunging]

[He pauses, clearly thinking. And if Steve knows one thing to be true, it's that blonds sometimes think.]

And yet you feel nothing?

[lunging]

[Oh, now isn't she the vision of loveliness!]

Ah, the brave maiden of Asgard! I am Fandral the Dashing of the Warriors Three and of Asgard, he who fights alongside Thor in all battles. [Beat.] All but one, that is. I must apologize for my companion's maltreatment of you, Loki can be...difficult.

[themanoutoftime]

Nope, not a thing! It's pretty great.

[lunging]

Really?

Perhaps now your people can work on technology so that it comes back on your command, as Mjolnir returns to the hand of the Mighty Thor!

[Come on, Steve, that'd be awesome, yeah?]

[themanoutoftime]

[That would be pretty nifty, he has to admit. But then it wouldn't be as fun. But it'd also be easier not to have to think about it when he throws it....hmm.]

It's definitely something to talk to Tony about. You're a pretty smart guy, y'know.

[latrodectism]

...Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. I've heard of you.

[She might not have been in New Mexico, but she was in cahoots with Barton. And Coulson. She hears things.]

He was dealt with, that's that. [She doesn't like Loki. At all. He can rot in Asguardian prison, for all she cares.]

[lunging]

[Then he could control it, as Thor does Mjolnir. He does occasionally pick it up off the ground, usually when he's tired or looking over the battlefield stained whatever color blood the enemy has.

It's an Asgardian thing, maybe.]

Smart? Nay, I am actually, perhaps, the dimmest among the inner circle of the Halls of Odin. What is complex math and science to you, however, is basic for Asgardians. Think of it as...an academy, I know you call your schools. We travel through Realms, after all, it is not my capabilities intellectually but my raising.

[lunging]

Aye, the Warriors Three and the Lady Sif. She must be kept separate, for she is not of the Warriors Three. Obviously not, since then it would be the Warriors Four, and how is the mortal story...there are three musketeers and yet they have a friend who is constantly with them?

[He wanted to understand Midgard culture for when he returned for Darcy Lewis and her knitted helment, okay.]

He treated you with great disrespect. I assure you that, one day, he will feel remorse for such, and perhaps even apologize of his own accord.

[themanoutoftime]

Uh- yeah. I didn't really mean-- Nevermind. [Steve pats him on the back.]

[lunging]

[WAIT STEVE IT GETS WORSE

For when Asgardian warriors pat on the back, they forget mortal strength. Which means that, generally, they have to steady said mortal with both hands on both shoulders.]

You are being polite!

[themanoutoftime]

[Ow, dude. Ow.]

Yes. You could say that.

[lunging]

[SORRY LET HIM

PUT YOU RIGHT]

Aye...Thor talks of your people's tininess often, though we are very happy to have been given your coffee drink. A drink fit for gods, truly!

[themanoutoftime]

[Whoa, WHOA, WATCH THE HANDS THERE, THAT'S A PRIVATE PLACE.]

Yeah, yeah coffee's great. I love it.