Unlikely Company - Scandinavia, roman iron age (TAG: THANATOS)
Every so often, Thor felt the urge to wander. A trait he shared, though perhaps in a smaller amount; with Odin. It wasn't terribly often that it happened, as he mostly chose to stay close to home. But when it did, he usually found himself traveling throughout Midgard. He didn't have much of a preference beyond the overall climate - cold. Snowy, rainy; it didn't matter. If you could see your breath in front of you, that was about right.
It was a dreary night that he found himself walking along a sparse row of buildings, in an utterly unmemorable Scandinavian village. But it didn't really need to be memorable. All he needed from it was somewhere to get a drink. Up ahead a ways, he spotted what looked to be a sad excuse for an inn. It was foul, filthy; and dismal. And when he walked in, he took notice of the group of people crowding near the bar area. They matched the description of the inn itself, almost perfectly.
He had intended on drinking, that much was certain. He hadn't, actually, intended on fighting. But if he was being honest, or self aware in the slightest; he'd realize that coming into an inn like this was basically an unspoken invitation that you were ok with a fight breaking out, should someone look at you funny. Maybe if you sat quietly in a corner, it was avoidable. But Thor seldom sat quietly anywhere, and tonight was no different.
Drunken fights in Midgard were usually so unsatisfying. After years and years of battling the various giants of Jotunheim, there just wasn't the same satisfaction in exacting violence against someone you knew was far below you in terms of overall strength and skill. But a group of them? Well, that was a little better.
He barely overheard the argument that started it, and he didn't really care. All he knew was that someone had slammed into him just as he had sat down at the bar, and he was in no mood to take the higher ground. Granted, even in his best of moods, he rarely turned down an opportunity for some good old fashioned spirited violence.
And so, Thor stood up from his seat abruptly to level the man with a stare. A challenge, a threat; call it what you will, it was not the gaze of a man who wasn't looking for any trouble. And as he stood now at his full height, it would have been intimidating enough for one man to back down. But as it was; this one man had five friends. All of which had decided they would take on that threat as if it had been directed at them. It was just that kind of night.
A grin spread across Thor's face, fighting was just something he did well, and he loved an opportunity to get creative with it. Moving quickly, he ducked the fist of the man in front of him, then slammed his massive shoulders into the man to his right, knocking him over. It wasn't long before the relatively quiet inn was filled with the unmistakeable sounds of an all out rowdy drunken brawl.