Um...wait...I think there's a misunderstanding...what did I do? [trainee girl nearly dropped the pie she's carrying. She resettles it in her hands nervously.]
[His palms gesture to the travesty of the situation.] These mortals know not how to feed a God!
.... [Thor's attention moves back to the very modest plate of the "breakfast platter". What is this even. Can he not have a nice meal out with his brother without it turning into a fit of devastation!!??]
Well of course they don't, half of them don't even know how to feed themselves, let alone a God...
[ Following the wavering of Thor's attention towards his breakfast, Loki knots his arms loosely. Oddly enough, even he looks markedly displeased, yet not without the slight expenditure of his oaf-like kin. ] You can order larger meals, I hope you know that.
[Begrudgingly he begins to eat his breakfast. What was on the agenda today? –– For it surely is compromised with this poorly served meal.]
Loki, brother.. [He waits to finish his bite before continuing.] When I was sent from the All-Father down to earth with Blake's body and his damaged leg, I thought I ne'er knew hunger before.. born was I, into this grown mortal's body and without the sustenance to drive me forward.
I thought for sure, then, that I would surely perish. But a plate of this magnitude, to my mortal needs, would have given me the strength to move forward for days. [True story.] Rationed e'en!
It would be no sadder tale.. [Purposely raising his voice now, his blue eyes moving to the poor waitress..] For the God of Thunder to perish for the inadequate offer of food his mortals tithe him with!
[ He lets his light sigh slip past without even the foggiest attempt to be subtle; sliding down the back of the seat and into place, arms still folded. ]
Oh do stop your pitiful blithering, Odinson, lest the entire realm know of your porcine habits. Perhaps if you expended less energy on nattering away like a child, you would perhaps not need to scarf down as much of this... mortal sustenance.
[ Casting his eyes across to the very same waitress, he is unable to hide the vaguest of smirks. Her expense, if only due to Thor's voluminous pestering. ]
Courtesy is lost on you. But here's an idea, dear thunderer o' mine... perhaps flag down the wench and... oh I don't know, ask for more food. [ Shrugs, one slender finger tapping at his chin. ] Just a thought.
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Well, I mean, it's where the trainees and personnel eat. We're all on different shifts, and we each work there in turn, so...it's open a lot of the time. If you guys are working with us I figure you have canteen privileges. Level Two. I'll take you up once you're done with your pie.
If I remember the stories, for you, the meat of two adult goats is about a day's survival rations. [She's a geek about otherworldly and magical things, big surprise.] If you've just been sharing the guys' takeout, no wonder you're hungry.
[Child?––Child!?] Wha–– brother! Lest we forget age, I am but years before you!
It would be their obligation to know what the gods do want from thee mortals! [So he flags a waitress down, and timid does she look!] Have ye not heard of gods come down from Asgard?
Have no shame, and tell me true! [Two minutes later Thor is storming out of the restaurant. He'll just take his favors where he is recognized. Be it beneath him to have to explain himself. Honestly.
Also he is dragging Loki as well. His brother must also be above such an establishment.]
[ He arches an eyebrow, unabashed in his sardonic glaze. ] In body, but in mind, Odinson? Dare we dignify you with such praise?
[ Not given time to form a reasonable response, Loki is of course dragged from the bulding by his hulking oaf of a brother, a rather surprised look up on his face, yet it subsides, decays into mild contempt -- he was looking forward to prying Thor's breakfast away and down his own gullet. ]
Oh, must you be so forceful? 'tis of no wonder the mortals of this realm fail to appease you, you berth not the capacity for such things! [ Begrudgingly, he shifts his arm from Thor's vice-like grip. ] Mind the armour, for goodness' sake, you blundering oaf.
So where, pray tell, would you prefer to eat? If none of these mortal haunts provide ample sustenance?
Well I don't really know anything about the real you, I just know stories. Fighting frost giants, little details about Asgardian life and technology, things that are probably a thousand years out of context.
[A huff and his arms cross over his chest and he looks around his surroundings. A bright, late morning, day. The sun barely at its highest, and the temperature sure to warm with its ascend. Thor sighs and turns on his heels to look down from one side of the street to the other.]
I would sooner go to the bar off the docks, but I do not think they are open at this hour. [Singing of his awesomeness and power amongst the mortals was always a fun pass time, but it was more oft done so in the later evenings beneath the face of the moon, and not the shine of the sun. He was certain they would find the establishment closed or with little people inside.]
[His massive shoulders shrink, momentarily, as he lets all the air sigh from his lips, then he draws in a breath.] Tis I they say, these mortals on Midgard, they call mine own name in not admiration but to curse it!
[He holds his palm out, as if to gesture down to Midgard, in a specific spot.] Twas not I that have caused thunderstorms so devastatingly upon their lands. I have yet been to Midgard this year!
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