12215/Of things best left alone

Of things best left alone
Date of Scene:	21 September 2020
Location:	Empty Room, Avengers Mansion
Synopsis:	Thor and Hawkeye chat about Asgard, women and warm sheets
Cast of Characters:	Hawkeye (Barton), Thor

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Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint Barton returned to the Avengers Mansion, a place he knows well, almost his second home. He can be found around, usually to join the Avengers on a fight against whatever new foe creates havoc. Other times, the archer drops by, almost certain he will be having fun at some of his fellow Avengers' expense.

Today is slightly different, as there is that something about him, an air of concern, or something else, on his face. In one of the smaller rooms available at the Mansion, he is reading, something on his half-broken Starkphone, glancing around regularly, clearly waiting for someone.

Thor has posed:
Making his way through the mansion is Thor, having been in and out a few times through the week on one mission or another. Finally finding some downtime, he sweeps into the room with all his confidence and swagger that only a God can pull off. His long blonde hair is pulled behind him into a pony tail, and wearing a snug black shirt over his broad frame and worn down bluejeans that has been battered a few times over the years.

"Good afternoon, Clint!" He calls out in his usual joyous tone of voice, loud and filled with baritone. How are thou this fine day? It's beautiful outside!" He says with a wide grin.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Thinking about Nat's shampoo for a split-second brings a fleeting smile on the archer's face. But jokes will have to wait.

"Hey Thor, just the one I was lookin' for!" he gestures for the Asgardian to move closer, himself standing from the seat he was sitting in. The fact that he didn't call him "Goldielocks" might indicate a deeper purpose than just a trivial chat.

Waiting for Thor to be close enough so their conversation remains as private as possible - as possible as a conversation can be private in that Mansion especially with a thunderous God! - Clint gets to the point.

"I have somethin's to ask you. D'you know that Club Mjolnir in town? You know, fake Vikings stuff and all?"

Thor has posed:
"Aye. I do. THey have really good ale there!" Thor says with a wide grin on his face. "I have only been there a few times, but it amuses me greatly. I enjoy the music. Why, you looking to find a hot viking lady to warm the sheets with?"

As always, he's as blunt as a rock to the head. "If that is the case, I can always take you to my home in Asgard and introduce you to a few of the tavern ladies that I used to frequent as a young pup. Though I do not think you may be man enough to handle Asgardian booze .. or the women."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Ah! That brings a spark in the archer's eyes, booze, women, warm sheets... Focus, Clint. You can take him up on his offer another time.

"Tempting! I'd be up for the challenge, I could teach ya. But I actually met a woman at that Club." Nice way to get back on the topic.

"Quite a strange woman... eerie green eyes... anyway," he says, matter of factly. "Got talkin' about gods and all." He laughs at that, "And no, /not/ about you." More serious now, he continues, "So she mentionned Hell... Was wondering, d'you know Hell? I mean, it's a place and all, but how it is, you ever visited?"

Thor has posed:
"I know of Hell. Yes. But every culture has a version. Some call it The Underworld. Some call it Hades. Why do you ask?" Thor rumbles curiously as he folds his arms across his chest. "Green eyed women are the worst. Always full of mischief by the way, with a tongue that can both please and torture. You should be wise to find one with blue eyes, or perhaps brown." He says with an amused grin along the ends of his lips.

"But, I have never personally been to Hell. Us Gods and warriors, when we die, we do not go to heaven or hell. We wait at the gates of Raganrok, in which the greatest battle of all time will happen. The end of the world as we know it! It will be glorious, bloody and savage. It is where all the heroes of every age will join forces to fight."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Instinctively, Clint reaches for his pocket, as if to make sure that the Starkphone is still there. The things you can learn online, books, old source documents. There's no point sharing what he's studying right now with Thor.

"Yes, to Valhalla, and all that jazz," he says, which is common knowledge.

"I'm sure that one /is/ full of mischief, I got instincts, y'know. I'm just asking, cuz the way she mentionned /Hell/, she seemed to make no difference between the actual place and a person. A god you know maybe?

Thor has posed:
"Clint, you are obsessing over a woman you met at a viking bar. The types that show up there are mostly cosplayers, historians, or drunk wenches looking for a nightly tumble with a biker." Thor says as he gives a wave of his hand with a chuckle. "When you hang out in Hell's Kitchen, you are going to find your share of crazy. I know many, many, many Gods, but none of which would spend their time at a dive in New York City because they are bored. Not even my brother, Loki. That foolish bastard."

Thor gives a long stretch of his body, cracking his joints before he gives a twist of his neck. Snap and pop.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint offers a grin at that, an attempt at not looking so serious and eager for information.

"Obsessed, c'mon. These half crazed weirdos, talkin' of things they don't know shit about. Naw, I was merely entertained by their idea of life, up there in Asgard. The Norse version of Hell is quite amusing, compared to other hells.

He pauses, thinking for a moment, then adds. "I recall some stories where people went and came back from Hades, I guess you guys up there didn't write that chapter yet, hey."

Careful there, Hawsker. You're pushing a bit.

Thor has posed:
"In every religion, someone always dies, goes to hell and comes back by way of trickery or a selling of one's soul. I do not know of any of Asgard history for I do not care, nor do I plan on going to Hell to find out." Thor says with a grin as he thumps his chest a few times with his fist. "I am /worthy/ to hold the hammer of Mjolnir, therefore there is no way I would end up in a place as laughable as Hell."

"I would suggest using your computer to look into it. I am sure someone has written a colorful story of my people that is hardly true of any facts. You humans always come up with the best stories." Laughing, he shakes his head and starts down the hall. "I am thirsty, Clint! Come, let us explore the kitchen for beer and a sandwich. I am verily starved."