Margo had had a damn week. First, she worked adjacent to intake so it had just been hell regardless. But, there was also, you know, the fact that for a woman who hadn’t even thought about settling down, let alone the prospect of kids yet and was already well into her 20s it was pretty damn jolting to find out that she had two of them. Okay so, Margo couldn’t actually complain about that - as much as a very petulant part of her that refused to grow up still was a little salty about it; she’d managed to have two incredibly pretty and moderately well adjusted kids. One of them was even in a very stable, monogamous relationship - against all odds that could have come from growing up around the clusterfuck that was the Magicians… and their apparently growing extended family. If Margo had been anyone but herself, then maybe she wouldn’t have taken all of this with such strides. Actually, if her daughters were any less than the frankly amazing women they are - well, she might have been in a worse mood. It probably didn’t help she definitely didn’t hate any of their Fathers. Actually, she’d sort of hit the jackpot there - Eliot, Ian, and Thor? A girl couldn’t do much better when it came to a baby daddy roster. Yeah, she was okay with it.
What had been a mild annoyance was one of said baby daddys happened to be off on a mission during the whole start of this fiasco-not-actually-a-fiasco scenario and for now? That meant Margo found herself up, mind you much earlier than she would have ever agreed to willingly if she didn’t feel like getting a few good stares and jabs in before she had to - whatever, go to work at some point. Maybe not go to work today, it would depend where the afternoon lead her. But for now? It was leaned up too casually against a wall just a foot or so from the exit of the base as she idly scrolled through the network on her phone - not even bothering to hide the fact that she was clearly there to immediately pounce on some newly returned (probably, definitely Asgardian) soul.
For his part, Thor could be said to be having a week of sorts as well. He'd been a pony and a butterfly, got to smash bugs, and really had just a successful mission by all accounts. While it wasn't his team that rescued the missing pony, they did manage to scout the island rather well. He was, however, itching to get back because of the news that he had a daughter waiting for him and she seemed rather impressive by all accounts that he could make out. Unfortunately, he had broken his tablet while in pony-form and was unable to make out any pictures or most words and had been relying on voice-to-text and text-to-voice (much to the annoyance of his squadmates on the mission with him). Therefore, he was truly looking forward to his return to the main island.
After they'd piled back out of the boats and debriefed, the teams were freed to go their separate ways and to meet up with anyone who'd arrived that they knew. Thor had parted ways with the team he'd been assigned to travel with - those under Peter Pevensie. They were a good sort and he would have to invite them for drinks after everyone was settled in. After all, they were now battle-tested together. Sort of. Once you've been on a mission with Thor, you were now friends. With a smile on his face, he exited the base with a mind to go find Astrid Thorsdottir.
Not being known as a generally patient woman, could actually be quite forgiving about standing around when it suited her. Right now it suited her. It also happened to be pretty damn convenient that the person she was waiting on was pretty damn hard to miss. Actually, Margo basically figured he was probably fucking impossible to miss - even in a crowd - and so once Thor had made his way outside, brown eyes darted up from a phone that quickly found its way into the pocket of the very smart and fashionable pea coat she was wearing. Atlantis was not so slowly, but very surely, making her regret any complaints she’d ever had about winters in upstate New York.
Of course, being entirely lacking in a want to be subtle on a good day - Margo walked straight up to Thor, looking up at him with a little half-smirk, “I hear it was a pretty damn interesting mission.” She quipped, skipping past any boring pleasantries that just weren’t her style anyway. She was actually a little jealous of the field agents - not that she wanted to be one in any capacity - sitting behind a desk and dealing with the dullness that was her job was starting to get to her at least a little bit. It was making her more stir crazy than she even usually was. Thankfully for her co-workers, Margo was good at compartmentalizing her complaints to Eliot and leaving the rest of them in the dark as she pranced around seemingly unaffected by the daily droll that was paperwork and explaining to someone for the 10th time that no they could do this or no they couldn’t do that.
Thor immediately turned his smile towards Margo as she approached, immediately stopping his forward progression so that he could talk with her. He nodded at her statement, "Aye. We have rescued a Rare Unicorn. I even learned to enjoy being a mighty pony for a short time, and I admit I miss the magic. A horn, and wings! It was quite grand. And the battle with the mud bugs!" He gestured with his hands throughout the entire description, including pantomiming wings and a horn, stomping on bugs, the whole works. He certainly got into telling stories about adventures. It was one of his favorite things to do in taverns, after all.
"But," he noted, stopping the storytelling and raising one eyebrow. "I did not expect to be greeted by a beautiful Queen upon my return. Is all well?"
Having a flair for the dramatics and a preference towards others who also had an… appreciation for that sort of thing, Margo found Thor’s method of storytelling actually kinda charming. Unicorns, fantastic. Okay - never mind, she was definitely glad she wasn’t a field agent now. She’d… just have to find another thing to be jealous of to pass her time in her boring office desk life. And also the whole My Little Pony vibe totally freaked her out - if only because the internet had a habit of ruining anything good and pure. Of course she had no idea, as of yet at least, just how true that actually was. “So, glorified pest control with a side of whimsy? Got it.” She said, with a playful bit of smarm to her tone as her hands founds her hips and she tilted her head - she hadn’t actually gone into this with a battle plan, just a I’m bored I should show up and tell him plan.
Pursing her lips she arched an eyebrow up at him, “I figured it might be polite to show up and ambush you, rather than send you… off into the wilds of the chaos on your own.” She smirked, looking up at him, genuinely curious for his reaction.
"A great deal of whimsy, aye." He smiled at the way she planted her feet and put her hands on her hips. Truly, any woman who would basically put herself in front of him in such a way, knowing her worth, was one who got his attention nearly immediately. There was no shy activity, no hesitancy, no intimidation from him. He liked it. "If there were ever an ambush I would appreciate, this would be the type. Your figuring is appreciated, especially as I've had to deal with a broken device over the course of the mission. No pictures, no videos. I've had to rely solely upon written word."
He retrieved the phone from his pocket and showed it to her, where you could clearly see that the screen had been absolutely spiderwebbed to hell and back from what was obviously the same of a large hoof. "The devices were chiming nigh constantly during the mission and some of us turned them off. I imagine it was rather chaotic with your role at Intake?"
“God, yes, it's been a total shit show over in intake. Especially for the people who have no idea what Atlantis is.” It was a hell of a lot easier for all of them to process the kids - even if there were abundant numbers of parents that uh, you know, had a bit of a shock to deal with. At least the kids knew that Atlantis was sort of a shit show and wildly unpredictable at times. They knew the history and the basic idea and all that. Dealing with people who didn’t and were claiming that this must be a fever dream or some sort of trick or spell, that was definitely giving Margo a migraine she would have preferred not to deal with. At least everyone showing up knew someone here though, even if a few poor unfortunate souls had to wait for them to return from the mission that couldn’t have been more poorly timed for all of the dramatics.
Margo gave a knowing little look, “That’s definitely one way to put it.” She said, laughing softly, - it was, you know she was good at talking and good at dealing with things and good at leading but there was definitely some next level awkward in telling one of the people you’d been sleeping with that you kinda know when they knock you up a few years in the future because uh, your daughter’s kinda shown up and she’s fucking gorgeous and just like you personality wise. This was uncharted territory even for Margo, maybe especially for Margo, and she was pretty well versed in fucked up shit. She figured, maybe just you know - rip the bandaid right off since she’d seen them talk at least a little, “You know how devastated she’s going to be if you didn’t talk Shepard into at least a thousand photos of you as a pony? Admittedly, I’m moderately curious myself but… you know.”
Thor crossed his arms over his chest and laughed. "Aye, I requested that she take as many pictures as required. Hopefully, she is better at using these devices than I am," he offered, shrugging slightly. He was heartened by the fact that she didn't seem stressed or upset by the fact that she'd apparently given birth to a child by him in the future. Was it their future? He didn't know, but the idea certainly didn't bother him, either.
"You have met her? Is she as glorious as her mother? As mighty as her father?" he couldn't help but smile as he asked, visibly excited at the idea of being a dad. From what he could tell from text alone, she shared his good-naturedness and already had a good relationship with someone else. That made him proud.
Margo watched Thor’s expression, bringing a folded hand up to allow her chin to delicately and sarcastically rest on the knuckle of her right pointer finger as she grinner up at him “I definitely think Commander Shepard Space-General-or-Whatever can handle a few photos. Maybe. I don’t know with the hooves…” Part of Margo was excited by this. Part of Margo was terrified by all of it, not stressed, but holy shit she had fucking kids. And part of her? Part of her was just enjoying the ride. Or normally she would be - if she… okay, if she didn’t have a fully grown daughter she’d been getting to know who really deserved to meet the Father she shared so much of her physical looks with, so much of her physical talents with. Even if Astrid was Margo in personality - for the most part - she would never have removed him from the situation. Plus, she liked having Thor around. She liked him. Yeah, she did - whatever.
Clearing her throat, “We apparently have a pretty damn fun holiday season a few years from now.” She joked, smirking happily as she talked, “Have to say. She’s pretty damn great. I mean, I’ve had a few days to have a few vodkas and quash the shock status of being a Mom away but ya know, that’s probably hardly a shock given… me.” Margo made a flippant little gesture towards herself. Okay so, technically speaking, Astrid was from some way less distant future than the vague answer may have implied in the end, which sort of freaked her out - but all of that was unnecessary right now. But Thor seemed happy about it and that at least handled one or two emotions on the rollercoaster, not that she was ever going to admit she might have been riding one of those the last few days.
Thor was about to respond that he always had fun Christmas breaks, but then he realized what she was meant. He barked out an enormous laugh and barely kept himself from sweeping her up into a huge hug. Because he knew from experience that she wasn't really appreciative of that kind of gesture - hey, he was learning and growing like anyone else. He kind of just unfolded and folded his arms a few times because he wasn't sure what to do with his hands. "Then we should have more vodkas to celebrate!"
While he wasn't weary from the long mission, he was now completely energized from the news. He'd taken a shower on the boat when they were on their way back, at least, so he didn't smell of pony and swamp, which hopefully Margo would be thankful for. "When can I meet her? She wants to have drinks, too. We should find her and celebrate as a not-quite-family? I am wording that wrong."
The laugh maybe definitely helped defuse a little bit of Margo’s latent tension. She was a strong woman, a headstrong woman. One who was sure of herself from end to end - but even she had to appreciate positives in a wholly unexpected situation. Particularly because it wasn’t as if Margo would deny she lead an… well, an unusual life. She was a wild flirt, even when she wasn’t serious about it so the fact that right now? She was actually looking down the fast track to the future and it was one with… family. That was still going to take some adjusting. But, you know, it wasn’t bad. Thor, Eliot, Ian - all pretty fantastic. Kyna and Astrid - even more so. She actually had to suspect that whatever the hell made all of this work was something that she had to thank whatever was going on up in the sky for some good karma. “I know it's not very Motherly,” She joked, “But I figure a few vodkas have been earned.”
She couldn’t help but laugh herself and gave Thor a little look, “Well if you ask the girls it's a little more complicated.” She said with a smirk, “I have Kyna with Eliot and Ian which I know, also - just probably the most surprising information you’ve heard all day.” She huffed, in mock amusement. She hadn’t really actually asked the girls a lot of questions about the… overall dynamic (Margo couldn’t imagine a life without… asterisks, no matter if she mostly settled down or not - obviously it wasn’t like anyone expected Margo without the amendment of Eliot being present after all) but - honestly, the girls seemed happy, well adjusted, and apparently there was a pretty tight knit family group going on and well. As… whatever as Margo was that was all she gave a damn about. She may have been a cynic, she may have been a less than sentimental person - but even she had her lines where it was unavoidable. “The girls are really close and, well - and I say this with the most absolutely lack of ego ever - my mini-mes which is, of course, not pleasing at all.” She gave a mockingly flippant little wave of her right hand. As serious as Margo did take all of this and as serious as she didn’t fuck with the whole institute of parenthood and its important, well, it didn’t mean she wouldn’t get a few jokes in.
"So the family grows," responded Thor, not at all bothered by the idea that she'd had a child by Eliot and Ian as well. Especially if it meant the children grew up together closely. "And it doesn't please you that they are like their mother?" He offered her a little smirk as if to indicate that was an amusing thought. Personally, he'd rather they had a strong personality and could make their way through life on their own terms. If anything, that would be very Asgardian. Well, the Asgardians he chose to spend time around, at least. Not the court hangers-on that Loki had often enjoyed the fawning attention of.
"By all means, we should take everyone out for vodkas. I could certainly use the company, and we should show them both that they are valued by all of us, aye?" He smiled again, then gestured to Margo that he'd follow her if she cared to lead the way. Plus, he didn't mind the view.
“No, absolutely the worst, its horrific - fucking dreadful, truly.” Margo might have been managing to outright smile a little more than just her usually playful smirk at this point. There was definitely a part of her that was settling into the whole idea in a way she hadn’t really expected. It was probably easier considering that they were, in their own individual ways, little carbon copies of her - at least personality wise. Settling with her hands on her hips she sighed, half -truthfully but mostly (as she did traditionally) just for effect. “Astrid looks more like you, but she’s not blonde - so I got at least a little win there.” Her tone made it clear it wasn’t a complaint. More just a teasing little amendment to the mini-mes thing. She could settle for just Kyna being a look-alike, but she wouldn’t admit she was a little grumpy that everyone was now tall and she was left needing six inch heels she’d probably be wearing if she were their height anyway.
Whipping her phone back out of her jacket she smirked, “I have just the biggest suspicion they all might just agree to that.” She joked, typing a quick group text up to what was probably best referred to as the kids and Father Collective. When there’s three of them you’ve earned a group name. “I’ll nag them into meeting us over at Lightning.” She said, finishing off the text and stowing her phone back away. Margo may have been a millennial but she hated the sort of bitch who was just on her phone for a whole damn conversation. Nodding away from the base and back towards the city she took a step backwards, “Shall we?”