Royal Palace: Less extravagant than it's for-bearer, the royal palace on Vernal Asgard rests in the center of the city. Home to the king, Eva (her family), and much of Asgard's court, the series of spires that compose the building are the jewels of the island.
Pressed lapels, new shoes, and his best pair of cuff links, Senator Myles Clennon strode from the Quinjet and stepped foot onto Vernal Asgard. The Senator's aids followed, ushered from the landing pad toward their scheduled appointment with the so-called God of Thunder. The politician and his small entourage were led down a path lined first by Asgardian homes, then by the well-adorned halls of the palace.
Myles entered a rather large courtyard with only two occupants, Thor and Eva Silvercloud, he presumed. Senator Clennon smiled, then extended his hand toward the self-proclaimed King of Asgard. "Senator Myles Clennon."
"Greetings," Thor told the latest United States ambassador to grace the halls of his home. "Welcome to Vernal Asgard." After the customary handshake, Thor watched as the Senator from New York offered the same courtesy to Eva. "You and your traveling companions are free to explore our home and arrangements have been made for you to stay as long as you'd like." He added and made a brief bit of eye contact with the Senator's aids.
"Well." Myles had begun, his Northern New York country hayseed accent on full display. "I'm afraid we won't be hanging around that long." He sighed and unbuttoned the bottom of his suit jacket.
"I don't understand," Thor explained, eyes narrowed on the ambassador. "I was told you were here to continue the negotiations on behalf of your government."
"Yes, that's correct." He nodded once in agreement with the alien. "Problem is. My government has decided not to continue the negotiations." Arms out and palms up, Myles offered little more than a shrug. "We've decided to try a different approach." He shared, then gestured to his secretary - who seemed more intimidated by the Asgardians than Myles was.
Confused and frankly surprised, Thor watched when the woman sent a message on her phone. "I warn you, Senator..." He started but was interrupted by the appearance of familiar silhouettes in the clouds beside their island. "Are those SHIELD warships?" Several heli-carriers entered the skyline and Thor's fists clenched at the sight.
"Heli-carriers, yes. SHIELD, no." Myles clarified, hands now in his pockets. "The Air Force started workin' on them after SHIELD's files went public. But they've been upgraded." He explained, while he examined the pillars of Thor's palace. Lovely craftsmanship, he thought.
"You dare point weapons at my people?" Thor asked, rage (at the very least) evident on his features. "We have no guns, no weapons pointed toward you!" he yelled until the Senator finally decided to look the king in his face.
"No. I'm sure you're quite defenseless." Clennon's sarcasm should have been understood by all. "Listen, Thor... can I call you that?" he asked without waiting for an answer. "The bottom line is that you and your people are a very powerful, possibly dangerous group of aliens, who since you've arrived have been actively abducting American citizens. On land... that should technically be American soil." He tapped his shoe on the ground that probably came from the state below them.
Thor sighed, the quick temper of his youth replaced by a more measured lava flow of fury. The demigod abandoned the Senator and instead looked toward his love, Eva. He felt as though the pair shared a thousand silent words in one glance and without readdressing Senator Clennon, Thor's words escaped. "You have put many lives in danger today, Senator."
"Our's is a defensive stance, Thor. We don't plan on hurting any of our people, if they cooperate." Myles clarified.
"I was not talking about my people." The Asgardian King looked to the war ships that now circled his island.