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[#006] we'll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light (marvel cinematic universe)
Theme Prompt: #006 - Vainglory
Title: we’ll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 926
Summary: There is a reason that the Avengers are not allowed to go drinking in public. That reason is mostly Thor.
Notes: Shove this somewhere between Winter Soldier and Age of Ultron. Roughly.
There is a reason that the Avengers are not allowed to go drinking in public.
That reason is mostly Thor.
“Mostly” because Thor’s full name is Thor “Revelry” Odinson and the revelry of an Asgardian is apparently a force to be reckoned with. Jane had learned that the hard way when she first met him and a diner in Arizona felt the wrath of Thor’s unexpected jubilance at the pleasure of coffee, but that also isn’t information she shared with the other Avengers.
(Probably because she knew the boys weren’t going to listen to her anyway. Natasha, thankfully, is smarter than them, but she also likes to watch them get themselves into trouble, so in the end, the results aren’t really any better than if Jane had actually issued the warning she did. However, moving on.)
The six of them find a seedy little bar in New York City, claim themselves a table and start bringing on the beer. Boys being boys, the conversation quickly devolves into who’s saved the day in the best way and while Natasha is more than happy to call them out on their dick measuring contest (mostly between Thor and Tony, which … really Tony, you should have never even started down this road in the first place) the two of them have drunk enough at this point that they don’t really seem to care. Asgardian feasts are always full of boasting and storytelling, so Thor is more than happy, after a few beers to jump into a story of how he bested some alien beast with only his hammer, his brawn and his cunning.
“And let me guess,” Natasha cuts in dryly, sipping on her vodka. “It was twelve feet tall and had teeth the size of pickaxes and was going to destroy the world.”
Thor glances over to her with a wide grin, because he knows when he’s being teased and is generally good-natured about it – that, at least, is a plus. When Tony gets drunk, Tony gets insolent, and there’s no arguing with him then.
“I wouldn’t say that,” Thor laughs as he reaches for his glass, downing the rest of the beer. “It was more like fifteen feet tall, and it’s teeth were sharper than the sharpest swords. My warriors still had much ground to cover before they arrived, so all that was between this ghastly creature and the small village was me.”
For all of his bluster, Thor could certainly weave a story. Even Natasha manages to put aside her cool affect for a moment and allow herself to be sucked in, waiting on baited breath for even what she knew was an inevitable defeat for the creature.
“And with hammer in hand, I called lightning to the metal and threw it in the bastard’s face – ” As he finishes the empty beer glass flies from his hand and smashes into the far wall, shattering into countless pieces, all at a sound of protest from the bartender behind the bar.
“Sorry,” Bruce is quick to speak up, giving them a small wave, and later would probably come a big tip. “We’ll clean it up.” The bartender seems appeased for the moment, and Bruce sighs before turning his attention back to the tall Asgardian in front of him. “Buddy, we talked about this – you can’t keep breaking glasses that don’t belong to you.”
“Apologies, my friends.” And at least the apology is usually sincere. “I often forget that your revelry is far more contained than mine.”
“Not always,” Natasha smirks. “But we don’t want to get anyone hurt with broken glass.”
“A fair concern,” Thor says with a nod, before lumbering over to clean up the broken glass as promised. Then back to the table again where there are more stories, more booze, more drinking and eventually, things ended as they always ended.
First, Tony and Thor start trying to one up each other.
“I’m pretty sure that I could lift that hammer – ” is how this particular conversation starts. Natasha’s already rolling her eyes. “ – I mean, all it is, is physics.”
This particular train of thought promptly degrades into good natured bickering, lots of laughter, and more breaking glass. This time, however, it’s not as well received as it was the first time, when the glass is thrown very close to another patron’s eye. Despite having both Steve and Thor at the table with them, they’re still committed to righting what they see is an egregious wrong. One smashes a bottle against the table and the other looks quite angry.
“C’mon boys,” Natasha says quietly. “You really don’t want to do this.”
“Relax, Lady Natasha,” Thor grins as he moves from behind the table. “You can’t have a night of revelry without a good brawl or two.”
Natasha raises her eyebrows at him, before glancing over to Tony who is much more intoxicated than Thor is, but still clearly ready to do battle. “I hope you’re ready to pay for the damages.”
Because damages there are. By the time the police sirens split the air, the two antagonists are bruised, but thankfully not bloody, Thor is praising them on their technique for bar fighting and Bruce is making sure Tony doesn’t have a concussion. Steve eventually moves to settle on the barstool next to Natasha while Clint fetches himself an ice pack and he glances over to her with a smirk.
“Next time, we drink at Stark’s place.”
Natasha glances over at him dryly before smirking. “I’ll let you take over convincing them of that.”
Title: we’ll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 926
Summary: There is a reason that the Avengers are not allowed to go drinking in public. That reason is mostly Thor.
Notes: Shove this somewhere between Winter Soldier and Age of Ultron. Roughly.
There is a reason that the Avengers are not allowed to go drinking in public.
That reason is mostly Thor.
“Mostly” because Thor’s full name is Thor “Revelry” Odinson and the revelry of an Asgardian is apparently a force to be reckoned with. Jane had learned that the hard way when she first met him and a diner in Arizona felt the wrath of Thor’s unexpected jubilance at the pleasure of coffee, but that also isn’t information she shared with the other Avengers.
(Probably because she knew the boys weren’t going to listen to her anyway. Natasha, thankfully, is smarter than them, but she also likes to watch them get themselves into trouble, so in the end, the results aren’t really any better than if Jane had actually issued the warning she did. However, moving on.)
The six of them find a seedy little bar in New York City, claim themselves a table and start bringing on the beer. Boys being boys, the conversation quickly devolves into who’s saved the day in the best way and while Natasha is more than happy to call them out on their dick measuring contest (mostly between Thor and Tony, which … really Tony, you should have never even started down this road in the first place) the two of them have drunk enough at this point that they don’t really seem to care. Asgardian feasts are always full of boasting and storytelling, so Thor is more than happy, after a few beers to jump into a story of how he bested some alien beast with only his hammer, his brawn and his cunning.
“And let me guess,” Natasha cuts in dryly, sipping on her vodka. “It was twelve feet tall and had teeth the size of pickaxes and was going to destroy the world.”
Thor glances over to her with a wide grin, because he knows when he’s being teased and is generally good-natured about it – that, at least, is a plus. When Tony gets drunk, Tony gets insolent, and there’s no arguing with him then.
“I wouldn’t say that,” Thor laughs as he reaches for his glass, downing the rest of the beer. “It was more like fifteen feet tall, and it’s teeth were sharper than the sharpest swords. My warriors still had much ground to cover before they arrived, so all that was between this ghastly creature and the small village was me.”
For all of his bluster, Thor could certainly weave a story. Even Natasha manages to put aside her cool affect for a moment and allow herself to be sucked in, waiting on baited breath for even what she knew was an inevitable defeat for the creature.
“And with hammer in hand, I called lightning to the metal and threw it in the bastard’s face – ” As he finishes the empty beer glass flies from his hand and smashes into the far wall, shattering into countless pieces, all at a sound of protest from the bartender behind the bar.
“Sorry,” Bruce is quick to speak up, giving them a small wave, and later would probably come a big tip. “We’ll clean it up.” The bartender seems appeased for the moment, and Bruce sighs before turning his attention back to the tall Asgardian in front of him. “Buddy, we talked about this – you can’t keep breaking glasses that don’t belong to you.”
“Apologies, my friends.” And at least the apology is usually sincere. “I often forget that your revelry is far more contained than mine.”
“Not always,” Natasha smirks. “But we don’t want to get anyone hurt with broken glass.”
“A fair concern,” Thor says with a nod, before lumbering over to clean up the broken glass as promised. Then back to the table again where there are more stories, more booze, more drinking and eventually, things ended as they always ended.
First, Tony and Thor start trying to one up each other.
“I’m pretty sure that I could lift that hammer – ” is how this particular conversation starts. Natasha’s already rolling her eyes. “ – I mean, all it is, is physics.”
This particular train of thought promptly degrades into good natured bickering, lots of laughter, and more breaking glass. This time, however, it’s not as well received as it was the first time, when the glass is thrown very close to another patron’s eye. Despite having both Steve and Thor at the table with them, they’re still committed to righting what they see is an egregious wrong. One smashes a bottle against the table and the other looks quite angry.
“C’mon boys,” Natasha says quietly. “You really don’t want to do this.”
“Relax, Lady Natasha,” Thor grins as he moves from behind the table. “You can’t have a night of revelry without a good brawl or two.”
Natasha raises her eyebrows at him, before glancing over to Tony who is much more intoxicated than Thor is, but still clearly ready to do battle. “I hope you’re ready to pay for the damages.”
Because damages there are. By the time the police sirens split the air, the two antagonists are bruised, but thankfully not bloody, Thor is praising them on their technique for bar fighting and Bruce is making sure Tony doesn’t have a concussion. Steve eventually moves to settle on the barstool next to Natasha while Clint fetches himself an ice pack and he glances over to her with a smirk.
“Next time, we drink at Stark’s place.”
Natasha glances over at him dryly before smirking. “I’ll let you take over convincing them of that.”
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I love how that sums up the whole issue :P
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DUH SELF. THIS CLEARLY NEEDS A BOASTFUL ASGARDIAN.
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