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Thor had been contemplative of late. The coming and going of the travellers was of some concern to him. Snatched away in the blink of an eye, to whatever fate awaited him. He detested the idea of that being out of their control. Jane could disappear tomorrow, or Darcy, or Bruce. Or even himself.

Drinks and raucous laughter with the people around him were distracting, but after an hour or so of that in the lounge, he took his ale and slipped out of the lounge, making his way slowly through the hallways in search of… something.

As it happened, Isabela was on her way to the lounge to have some drinks. For one, she needed the alcohol and for another she needed to clear her head. Possibly even try to work up some nerve to talk to Varric about certain events that may or may not involve the Qunari. Or possibly to just deal with her claustrophobia. Or to get Lara out of her head. Really, she didn’t know why she found herself so attracted to Lara, though it was probably the whole Lara being a virgin and someone she couldn’t have thing. One of the oldest stories in the book.

Though as she came down the hall, saw the tall, blonde man with very nicely sculpted arms and features. And everything else suddenly went out the window. He was highly attractive, and, well, Isabela gravitated to him.

“Well hello there, handsome,” she greeted with a smile.

It would be impossible to not notice Isabela even if she hadn’t come up to him. She exuded sexuality, with the kind of curves that Thor could appreciate. Sure, she was no Jane Foster, but she was undisputably gorgeous. He grinned broadly. “And to whom do I owe the pleasure?”

“I’m Isabela. How about yourself?” Isabela couldn’t help herself as she looked him over. She couldn’t decide if he had the look of a sailor or a blacksmith. He had the physique for both, and Isabela did really like muscles. But who didn’t like muscles?

“I am Thor,” he replied. He clasped her arm at the wrist in greeting, and his voice had a bit of a booming quality to it. It was an interesting experience, meeting people who didn’t know who Thor was, either the god of myth, or the Avenger. He actually found it kind of refreshing. “You must be one of the recent arrivals.”

She clasped his wrist in return. An odd sort of handshake, but one that wasn’t completely foreign to her. “It’s a pleasure, Thor. And I am. Still trying to get my bearings here, but I suppose you could say I’m doing better than I was upon first arriving here.” Isabela was out of her element, but at least she could have her routine of drinking and having sexual partners help to make it feel relatively normal. And to forget the whole being stuck inside a ship that tended to get too claustrophobic for her liking.

“I was a bit out of sorts at first myself.” He drew his hand back, his fingers briefly brushing Isabela’s wrist. “The crew is friendly, and the ship quaint. They’ve been very welcoming. That I’ve had friends-” And an ex-girlfriend -”On board has helped. But I’ve tried to make new friends.”

She smiled, liking the brush of his fingers against her wrist. “That’s good. I have a friend here from my world as well. It helps, though he and I are from different times which makes it a bit awkward.” Varric had been through a lot more than she had.

“Good friends are oft the awkward ones.” Thor lifted the bottle he’d taken and waggled it. “Come. Drink with me and mayhaps we could become good friends too!”

Isabela grinned. “I’d be happy to! Alcohol is definitely one way to get into my good graces.” It was no secret that Isabela liked her alcohol. While it went along with the whole pirate thing, it was probably also a defense mechanism. Something that she could bury her issues with.

“I’ll just have to find other ways to get into your good graces too,” Thor replied, flashing another grin. “But a good drink and occasional tall tale are Asgardian staples! When I was young and rash, I traveled with four friends. The Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. Fandral, Hogun and Volstagg. Mighty companions, and some of the most fierce warriors you'll ever see. Do not get between Volstagg and his dinner, though. You’ll lose an arm!”

Isabela grinned, liking Thor’s grin. It seemed to be just the right blend of genuine and cocky. “I do enjoy a good tale, especially if adventure is involved.” She had to laugh a bit at the mention of Volstagg and his dinner. “I know better than to come between a man and his meal. Though it sounds as though the five of you had quite the time together.”

“Ah, we did...we traversed the Nine Realms, restoring peace and defeating the armies of those that would take advantage of chaos! With Mjölnir’s help of course.” He smiled fondly at the thought of his hammer. “A powerful hammer, forged in the heart of a star. Only the worthy may lift it.”

“Quite the heroes, then, I see!” Isabela smiled. Though the talk of a powerful hammer brought a twinkle to her eye. “A powerful hammer, you say? It sounds as though you are quite the warrior to wield such a mighty weapon. Would you say that you hammer your women in an equally mighty way?”

Thor tilted his head back, laughing uproariously. There was a matching twinkle in his eye when he looked at her again. She was a clever one. He liked that. “I might.”

“Oh, I like you,” she said with a smirk. “So then, oh mighty Thor, do you have as many adventures in bed as you do on the battlefield?” Isabela was going to run with this was far as she could take it.

Give Isabela an inch and she seemed to take a mile. There were people Thor knew who’d be thoroughly scandalized by her. That made her a very interesting person. Thor liked very interesting people, and maybe he could find an escape from the … situation … with Jane in Isabela’s very ample bosom.

He could brag about making astronomers see stars. Instead, he joked, “Is love not a battlefield? There is a powerful ballad about that, on one of the worlds I’ve visited.”

Isabela would most definitely run a mile when given an inch. Especially if it was towards someone’s arms for a time. Thor definitely looked as though he’d be a good tumble in bed. Or even the type to bend her over a barrel and hammer her like a bent nail.

Oh yes, she could go for that right now.

“That I wouldn’t know. I tend to avoid love, and simply enjoy it’s less messy cousin called lust.” Isabela said with a shrug. “Though I could see why love may be a battlefield. And it makes a ballad, does it? All the good songs and stories talk of love, don’t they?”

Thor grinned at her. “My last attempt at love ended in more pain than not. I think I’ll stick to lust myself, for awhile.”

Except he was still in love with Jane.

“Though Love does make for finer song than lust. I wonder why that is.”

“A man after my own heart,” Isabela chimed with a grin. And he was, at least temporarily of course. There would be none of those pesky feelings creeping in here. This was all pure lust. “I don’t know, maybe the emotions behind it? How complicated it can be? Lust is pretty straight-forward in comparison.”

“There aren’t too many ballads one can sing about a roll in the hay or breaking a bed,” Thor agreed. Though there were bawdy tales and lewd limericks, but those were another matter entirely. A door ahead of them swished open, and Thor led her into a room filled with plants and even trees. He checked under a willow, but the usual occupant wasn’t present.

“Breaking a bed, oh how that brings back memories,” Isabela said with a fond sigh. Not to mention Thor was getting her hot and bothered with that kind of talk. She followed Thor into the room, looking at the various plants. Many of them were foreign to her, but she rolled with it.

“Something a little different from the observation deck,” Thor noted. Many of the plants were from Earth, but there were alien ones that he’d never seen before. “I don’t think anyone will mind!”

“It’s really quite scenic. Sometimes the observation deck gets a bit creepy. You know, staring out into that black void and all.” Isabela liked the windows and the view, but even then it was still unsettling at times.

“There’s so much out there. It’s nice to be in a place where you know exactly where you stand.” While there was a few windows at one end of the Arboretum, they weren’t very large. Thor took a seat on a bench, and offered up the bottle. “Have a seat. We’re just starting to get to know one another.”

He grinned at her. “Mayhaps we can get to know one another.”

“It’s intimidating. I mean, I’m one who likes chasing the distant horizon, but that is kind of taking it to an extreme.” Isabela said, shaking her head a bit. She then sat down beside Thor, taking the bottle and taking a swig from it.

“I’d definitely like getting to know you. You are quite the attractive man.” Isabela returned his grin.

“I am.” He laughed, somehow not even sounding conceited about it. “Though not as attractive as you are a woman.” He favored her with a playful, sitting bow, and scooted over so she could sit.

How did he manage to agree with her statement about him being attractive and not sound conceited? That was quite the feat and not the kind men typically went for. “Well now, I do like the sound of that.” Though as he scooted over, Isabela instead decided to sit on something far more comfortable. That being Thor’s lap. She was definitely not shy in the least. “You are a rare kind of man, aren’t you?”

“I’ve learned many lessons in my life,” Thor replied, looping an arm around Isabela’s waist with ease. Something he’d enjoyed on board had been a thing that he’d liked about Jane. People were attracted to him because of him, and not because he was a prince. Or a god. It was sometimes nice to just be looked at as a man.

“That must be it. Most men I’ve known never actually learn anything. Even when they get a fist to the face.” Isabela said, linking her arms around his neck. She wiggled her hips a bit against his lap, partially out of getting comfortable, but mostly on purpose and to see his reaction. “So far, you’re good in my book,” she confirmed with a grin.

“For a long time, I didn’t learn anything. It took being humbled for me to realize what kind of man I could be.” He squirmed underneath her, and lifted a finger to stroke one of her piercings.

“I think all men could do with a bout of being humbled. They might actually learn something, then.” Isabela shivered a bit as he stroked one of her piercings. Of which she had a lot. Some of them could only be seen when she was naked.

He was going to have to count them. Something to look forward too. “Do you think you could humble me, Ms. Isabela?”

Isabela smirked, a glint passing through her eyes. “Oh I believe I could, yes.” She flicked her tongue at him, flashing that tongue piercing at him. She knew previous men she’d slept with had enjoyed her using it on a certain part of their anatomy. She was more than happy to use it on Thor. And, well, she wasn’t going to waste much time there, slipping a hand between them, going for his pants as she leaned in and kissed him.