Thor (hammerthyme) wrote in momadness_log, @ 2022-08-01 22:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~inactive: margo hanson, ~inactive: thor odinson |
Who: Margo Hanson and Thor
What: Flirting. And stuff.
Where: Threshold
When: Recently
Warnings: Margo should probably be a warning.
Status: complete gdoc
Operating a club with her best friend was high up on Margo’s list of ways to spend her time. She got to drink and party and make money while doing it. And she got to see Eliot happy with Quentin. All in all, it was a win for her. Sure, it required some actual work, with managing the books and ordering inventory and all that, but none of that bothered her since the benefits far outweighed the effort she had to put forth.
As much as she enjoyed the crazy, chaotic nights, which tended to be on the weekends, Margo found that she liked the quieter nights just as much. There was nearly always someone interesting to talk to at the bar. Tonight, she was very pleased to see a certain god of thunder claim one of the stools. Not only was he hot as hell, he seemed like a lot of fun.
“Looks like tonight’s going to be a party,” Margo said as she walked over to serve him. She knew that she was looking damn good in her tank top and tight jeans, her hair pulled back in a braid. “What can I get you?”
*
Thor had read about this place on the network, and had attended once or twice before, though there wasn’t a whole lot of reason for him to go. He spent his party nights on the beach in New Asagard with his people. Still, it sounded like there had been a great party there celebrating someone’s birthday, so Thor decided to go.
He settled on one of the stools and glanced around the room, clad in Midgardian attire and grinning at the other clients of the club. It was loud, though it probably could have been louder. There were people around, though nowhere near as many as he’d imagined.
“Ah! Hello, Ms. Margo,” Thor had a twinkle in his eye as he greeted her, wearing a bright warm smile. Then he corrected himself, “--without the Ms. My apologies. I will take whatever drink is the specialty of the house.”
*
“We have a good lager on tap that I think you’ll appreciate,” Margo said, grabbing a frosted mug out of the cooler and carrying it over to fill. If she happened to put a bit more sway in her step to draw attention to her ass, well, it wasn’t intentional. Flirting came as easily to her as breathing.
She turned back and served him the beer with a grin. “If you don’t like it, we can try something else.” The club wasn’t bustling tonight which meant Margo could give him her mostly undivided attention.
*
Oh, there may or may not have been a little sway in her step, but either way, Thor was watching. He couldn’t stop the grin from his lips as she came back over with the frosted mug and filled it up. “I am sure I will enjoy this one, Margo. Thank you, my friend.” He lifted the mug in a toast and then sipped. Gulped, really. Half the mug was gone by the time he set it back down on the bar.
“Well this is quite nice.” He said, tapping a finger against the top of the glass. “A good lager for a good day. I thank you.”
*
Margo leaned on the bar and watched as he downed half of the beer in one go. It was clear he was a man with big appetites and she had to wonder how far that extended. “Let me know when you’re ready for a refill,” she said. “I’d hate for you to go away unsatisfied.”
A patron at the other end of the bar signaled for her and she flashed Thor a grin. “Be right back,” she promised before quickly going to mix the woman another drink. It was one of those ridiculously large, fruity concoctions that looked like kool-aid and contained enough alcohol to down an elephant.
*
His appetites were, indeed, big. And it wasn’t just his appetites for food and drink that were big. “Oh, I’ve no doubt this place will leave me completely satisfied,” he flirted, grinning up at her over the rim of the glass.
She excused herself graciously, and Thor gave her a nod in return. He lifted the glass to gulp again from it, watching her move behind the bar. While he hadn’t come in thinking about that, he was thinking about it now as he watched the pretty bartender moving around behind the bar.
*
It took a few minutes to make the other patron’s complicated drink and Margo really hoped it would be her last one of the night, though she would be impressed if the woman was able to walk out of the club under her own power after drinking two of them.
She grabbed herself a beer before heading back to the other end of the bar. “So, tell me about New Asgard,” she said. “I haven’t had a chance to visit.”
*
“Well, it is beautiful,” Thor explained. “My brother Loki and his… friend... practically single-handedly designed and built the entire village.” He finished the last of the beer in his glass, and set it down on the bar in front of himself.
“Our people have been through a lot, and it is a comfort to know that they have a home here. That they are accepted, and safe, and at peace in this place. As much as I miss Asgard, we have New Asgard here, and each other.”
He looked up at her, a gentle mirth in his gaze. “You should come and visit. I can give you a tour.”
*
“I’d love to,” Margo said. “Let me know when you’re available. I work mostly nights, obviously, and weekends are busier than weekdays.”
The reference of his brother’s ‘friend’ intrigued her. “I get the feeling that when you say Loki has a friend, you mean something little more than friends.” Margo had seen all the movies and didn’t remember anything about Loki having a love interest, though after being here, she knew that the fictionalized versions of events weren’t exactly faithful to the actual events. “Do you not like them?”
*
“Name the day and time, then, my friend. I will give you a personalized tour.”
Thor gave a little laugh at that. “You caught on to that, did you? Yes, Loki has a romantic partner. And they worked together in the building of New Asgard.” He shook his head. “She’s lovely. It’s good to see my brother with someone who… well, who will put up with him.”
*
Margo laughed. It would take someone with a tremendous amount of patience to be in a relationship with Loki and she decided she was going to have to meet this woman. “I look forward to my personalized tour,” she said, hoping said tour might include Thor’s private living spaces.
“I’ve got my best friend here and another good friend of ours,” she said. “They’re together and they deserve to be happy, but sometimes I feel like a third wheel.” Never mind that she’d literally been the third in a threesome with those friends a few years ago and would be more than willing to do so again if they ever wanted.
*
“Just as I look forward to giving it.” Thor was absolutely planning on including his bedroom as a stop on that tour. At least, hoping to, anyway. He hadn’t brought a midgardian woman back to his bedroom in quite some time.
“Oh?” Thor slid the glass from his beer across the bar toward her for a refill. “Congratulations to your friends. Finding love in this world is… well, it is the goal, is it not?” He paused. “Though, I understand about feeling as though you are on the outside.” It didn’t happen often to him, but it did happen occasionally.
*
Taking his glass over to the tap, Margo shrugged at his question. “For some people it’s the goal,” she said. “It’s not for me. Love is overrated. Give me some good sex and friendship and then leave me the hell alone.” It still bothered her that she let Josh get under skin the way he did and she didn’t intend to let it happen again.
“Aren’t you the king of your people?” she asked. “How could you feel like you’re on the outside?”
*
Thor raised an eyebrow at that. There weren’t many people who could say a phrase like Love is overrated and have him believe them. Still, when Margo said it, he almost believed it. She had that air about her. It almost reminded him of his brother, in a way. Though she was far more believable in the love is overrated department than Loki.
“I have not always been a king. And I have not always been surrounded by my people.” He pushed the pint glass toward her for a refill.
*
“Being king is a thankless job,” Margo said, taking his glass to fill it again. “You try your best to do the right thing and you still end up exiled.” There was a slightly bitter tone in her voice, even though she’d ultimately instructed Fen to ‘overthrow’ her so she could work on rescuing Eliot. Technically, she made it her choice, though she was well aware that if she hadn’t, the outcome would have likely been the same.
Probably with more bodily harm.
She set the full mug in front of Thor. “I hope your people didn’t suck. I’d have been fine if I only had to deal with the talking animals.”
*
Thor reached for the mug. He could drink a lot, so this was just the beginning. He had a little time off of work, so he was here to have some drinks. Some frivolity. He lifted it for a gulp, but decided to take his time with this one.
“It is,” he commented. “A thankless job. Sounds like you know from experience?” He asked, setting the glass back down on the bar.
“No, the Asgardians are good people. I am treated well as their King. My brother, too, if you’d believe it.”
*
Margo nodded. “I was the first democratically elected High King of Fillory. Previously the High Queen to my best friend, Eliot’s High King.” Fillory was an odd place. “I wasn’t even running for king. The talking animals started a write-in campaign.” She felt bad for Eliot, but the look on Pick’s face more than made up for it.
“Some other people decided to overthrow me and I got exiled,” Which kind of sucked, but also freed her up to do something that was far more important to her personally.
*
Thor had never heard of Fillory before, but that wasn’t all that surprising. People came from all sorts of worlds--drawn by the Portal to Midgard, stuck together in this place with only each other for solace and company.
“And what did you do in your exile?” He asked, now rather wrapped up in the story.
*
Leaning on the bar enough that the front of her top displayed her cleavage, Margo smirked. “Went on a quest to find some special weapons that would dispel the monster who was possessing my best friend. I was on my way back from that when I ended up here.” And she kept the axes close at hand in case the monster somehow retook control of Eliot.
“El’s here though. We run this place together.” When he wasn’t too busy making out with his boyfriend.
*
“Did you succeed?” Thor asked. “In freeing your best friend from the monster possessing him?” He was engaged in the story. “Ah! Did he come here with you?” He added, curious about both Margo and her best friend. The patrons of this fine establishment, which had such good ale and provided such fun times to so many people.
*
“I didn’t have the chance to try,” Margo said. “It wasn’t a concern here. We didn’t arrive together though. I’m just lucky he’s here.” She hated being without Eliot and it had been far too long when he was possessed. Plus she was glad that he and Quentin had a chance to be together here since they hadn’t quite made it work at home.
She shrugged. “I’ve been practicing with the axes.”
*
“I understand the feeling.” Thor nodded. He felt the same way about his brother in this place. Loki had been taken from him in their world, and he felt lucky that they had a chance to be here together again. Thor knew that he wasn’t going to take this chance for granted.
“Have you?” Thor asked, breaking into a grin. “Axes, you say.” Of course, Thor also had interest in axes. …and hammers.
*
Margo chuckled at his sudden grin. It shouldn’t surprise her that he latched onto that. “Never know when that sort of thing will come in handy around here.” After all, she’d heard plenty of stories of the kinds of things that happened in this universe. Not to mention the unpredictability the portal added.
*
“Quite often, I’m afraid.” Thor responded. “Axes are good for both offense and defense, not that I’ve a lot of experience with defense.” He grinned softly, pushing the empty pint glass across the bar again. “I’d like to see how you handle those axes,” he added. There was definitely a flirtatious tone to his voice now. She was beautiful, gave him alcohol, and wielded an ax. She might have been Midgard’s most perfect woman. (2nd most perfect woman.)
*
Taking his mug so she could fill it again, Margo smirked at the flirtatious tone. “I’d be happy to demonstrate my skills,” she said, the double meaning obvious in her tone. “Let me know where and when is good for you.”
*
Oh, he was absolutely interested in the double meaning of those words. “You should come and visit me in New Asgard. You can show me all of your skills, then.” He stood from the barstool and dug some Midgardian money out of his pocket to set on the bar. (Thor was terrible with Midgardian money, and left an incredibly generous tip.)
“I shall contact you.”
*
“Oh, I definitely will,” Margo said, her eyes widening at the amount of money he set down, though she didn’t protest. If she was going to hook up with a god, she was going to need a new outfit, after all.