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"...and I really don't know where the whole rumor about Asgardians needing to eat golden apples to retain their youth thing came from," he says. "We age and die, just like anything or anyone else. It's like the whole God thing. Who came up with that?" A beat. "I mean, humans, I guess, but why gods? Why not aliens? Aliens -- that's at least accurate. "

Thor smiles over at Quill and leans contentedly over the bar. Chin set in one hand, he idly pours himself another glass with the other, then sets the bottle back down on the counter with an audible, dull glassy sound. He pushes it towards Quill.

"Had you met any Asgardians before you met me?"

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"Nope." He answered easily. "I mean, sure, I heard of the Norse gods growing up, but I thought they were fake, you know? Which sort of begs the question if all the gods on Earth are actually aliens and our ancestors were just really dumb."

Quill took the glass and swirled it around.

"Guess we just never ended up in your neck of the woods," He continued. "You ever hear of the Ravagers? They're a group that basically raised me. You ever hear of... I don't know. Xandar? Or the Sovereign homeworld?"

"I've been to Xandar many times and I've heard of the Ravagers as well," Thor says. "I never really thought any of them would have an interest in child-raising, given their criminal background."

"Yeah, well, that's Yondu for you," He said. "I don't think he actually planned it himself, he just didn't want to hand me over to my dad for me to die. They weren't so bad, though. They had a code."

"What was the code?" Thor knew the Ravagers, but he didn't really know anything about them.

"Well, for one, you steal from everyone - no exceptions," He said. "Makes things equal, you know? No one gets off just because, whatever. And no kidnapping or trafficking."

Except Yondu had a reason...

"A couple of other ones like heroic deeds have to be acknowledged," He explained.

Thor lifts his glass to his lips. "You still live by this code?" he asks, taking his first swig. He doesn't seem concerned, just curious -- mostly because he doesn't have anything worth stealing that he thinks Quill is capable of lifting off him.

He shrugged and shook his head at the same time.

"I'm not a Ravager anymore," He said. "I'm a Guardian. We have a different code. A better one."

The Guardians didn't officially have anything.

Thor glances over at Quill.

"And what's your Guardian code?"

Quill felt there was a code. He thought his team was basically the best thing in the world.

What would Gamora say?

"To save people. Help them." He said off the fly. "To stand up for injustice..."

And usually get paid for our services... but he doesn't need to know that

Quill cleared his throat and then downed the liquid in his glass. He pushed his empty glass to Thor's side.

"What about you guys? You have some fancy Asgardian decree?" He asked.

"Not Asgardian, no, but there is something specific to King of Asgard that I tried to live by even before my coronation."

Thor would say it, but he's not sure he can.

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Quill tried to consider what those might be. He imagined they were much more self-righteous than the Guardians actually were.

"There is one big rule on my ship though. Punishable by death." He said, exaggerating the last part. "No one touches my playlist."

Thor shoots Quill an incredulous look.

"You'd put someone to death for that?"

Thor glances down at his drink. If anyone were going to put someone to death for touching their music, it would probably be Quill, come to think of it.

"Hey, music's important." He said. "I used to have this mixed tape my mom made for me. Some of the best songs ever. Helped me on the job, you know? Then it got destroyed because of my ahole of a dad."

"Mixed tape?" Thor echoes, his brow furrowed.

"Yeah. It's like, a tape," Quill said, gesturing it's shape and size with his hands. "You put it into a boombox or walkman? People make them all the time for people they love. I planned on making one for Gamora at some point."

Thor's pretty sure he has a grasp on this.

"So like a CD, but one you make yourself?"

"Yeah. Except it's a cassette." He said. "I mean, CDs are cool, too, but -"

He shrugged. Quill liked the classics.

"My mom put a bunch of songs on there she thought I'd like." He said. "Some of them because they reminded her of me, some because they expressed how she felt about me. Others were to pump me up."

Then it was destroyed

Quill filled his glass up and took a long drink.

Thor mulls over this and downs his drink.

"Can you teach me how to make one?" he asks. "I'll make one for Tony and you can make yours for Gamora."

He almost opened his mouth to remind Thor that he was dead and he'd never see Gamora again. Quill thought better of it.

"Yeah, sure." He replied. "I bet I could scrounge up two somewhere. We could totally do that."

"Good," he says, grinning. "We'll show our love through song." He had been wondering what he'd do for Tony for Christmas. Granted that Tony even wanted to end their break before Christmas, which was still up in the air at the moment.

Hence, Thor's insistence on drinks that night.

"If I sing a little can you help me to figure out a few songs?"

"You... want to sing?" Quill asked, surprised. "I mean, yeah. Sure. I could help with that too."

"No, no, no," Thor says, shaking his head vigorously. "I just don't know the names of them. I need you to help me figure the names out."

Thor is the worst at singing. He's at least cognizant of this fact.

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Quill looked somewhat relieved.

"Oh yeah, sure." He said. "I should be able to figure it out. No problem."

"Do you know the New York song? The one that's like New York, New York?"

If Thor can help it, he'd prefer not to have to sing at all.

"Do you mean, Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today, I want to be a part of it, New York, New York." He sang.

Quill could carry a tune even though he would never win awards for it.