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[littleyellowboxes]

Deadpool is sitting on a comfortable couch by the fireplace. He's surrounded by a pile of sharp objects. A couple swords, a combat knife, several pouches full of throwing knives, a few shuriken...you get the idea.

He's industriously cleaning, sharpening, and polishing all of them. It's a lot more focused energy than you usually see from Deadpool.





Oh wait, he's humming In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida under his breath, and occasionally doing an air guitar solo. He's probably fine.

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[littleyellowboxes]

"Holy shit, it's the son of Odin!"

He's looking very numinous and mighty today.

Deadpool stares at him from behind the blank, white eyes of his mask. "You really raise the level of class in this joint. And you're on Security too?! What the heck."

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor gives him the self-assured grin of someone who is, indeed, the son of Odin, and is very used to being recognized as such.

"I am."

He is: on Security; the son of Odin; very classy.

(For Asgardian definitions thereof, anyway.)

[littleyellowboxes]

"Man, that X-23 girl really knows how to make a dude feel inadequate with her hiring choices. How are you gonna start a fight when you know Thor is gonna be the one arresting you?"

Don't think about that too hard.

"Unless, you're like, into that."

Too late.

[mjolnir_retriever]

...

Right, well, anyway.

(Thor isn't particularly bothered by the implication, or any such hypothetical scenarios; he's just not going to factor it into his decision-making process.)

"She is a wise commander," says Thor, with comfortable approval, "and a good friend."

He crosses his (massive) arms over his (massive and shinily armored) chest, and adds, with a little amusement leaking into his voice, "And yes, that may have been a part of her thought process."

[littleyellowboxes]

"She's sneaky, that one." His tone is full of approval. "But I gotta tell you that the idea of her bossing you around is hilarious to me. She's so tiny. I mean, don't get me wrong, she is like twelve wolverines in a five pound bag."

But the mental image alone...

[mjolnir_retriever]

...Thor cocks a glance, slightly pointedly.

"She does not."

He's extremely fond of X, but let's just make it clear who does and does not have the rank to give commands to Odin's son.

"But I have vowed my services to our host, as a guest ought at need. The Lady X is a friend. She fulfills her own charge ably."

[littleyellowboxes]

Deadpool rolls his eyes behind the mask. "You outta take a few merc jobs and let some of that shininess wear off, buddy. But I guess the princely aesthetic is kind of your thing, I get it."

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor looks noble, honorable, princely, and dubious.

But he doesn't say anything, since Deadpool has already granted that it would be unbefitting of his honor to take on a task for mercenary purposes.

"It is."

He's pretty known for it!

And, okay, this much conversation has established that he's pretty sure he doesn't know this guy, even with the full-face mask and all.

"What, then, is your 'thing'?"

There are no air quotes. But there's a certain quoting someone's peculiar Midgardian phrasing tone of voice. (Probably in a vaguely old-timey, uncial-ish script.)

[littleyellowboxes]

Right. His honor. That was definitely it.

"I'm a mercenary, bub. Deadpool, the Merc with a Mouth. I'm the best at what I do, and what I do is sometimes not very nice! That sort of thing."

[mjolnir_retriever]

What an odd name. (A pool of... the adjective dead? A betting pool that's dead? The Allspeech doesn't always handle proper names smoothly, though.) Enh, whatever. Maybe it's a cultural thing, maybe it's a this guy thing.

"Do all mercenaries in your world dress so?"

It's a genuine question! For all Thor knows, that's completely the done thing wherever Deadpool's from.

[littleyellowboxes]

"Nnnno, but spandex is more popular than you'd think, in my crowd! It's not forgiving, but it is very stretchy. I think everyone will be wearing it soon."

He nods wisely.