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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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"You're on." He said, not backing down. "There is no way I'm going to Los to kale."

"There should be a wager," Thor decides. "Qhat do you want if I am wrong and grass proves tastier?"

Quill thought about it. He thought really hard.

"How about the loser has to perform some sort of dare?" He suggested.

"Fair enough," Thor says. "Tomorrow night, then. You will have the finest kale you have ever tasted."

Thor is either incredibly confident in his culinary prowess, or incredibly confident in kale's innate ability to taste better than grass harvested from the inn's front lawn.

Thor finishes his drink, pours himself another and tops off Quill's.

"So we've got Pop Rocks to pop, Kale to devour, mix tapes to make for our loved ones, and a trip to New York in our future," he says. "Think our lives are jam-packed enough?"

"Yeah." He said, half sarcastic. "Not really sure how we're going to do it all with our busy lives."

He finished the glass of whiskey and requested some more by pushing his glass to Thor.

Thor fills it up.

"I'd rather be fighting Thanos if we're being honest," he says. "Get the whole thing done and over with."

"You think he might ever find his way here?" Quill asked out loud.

He was starting to feel a buzz pretty well now.

"Maybe, but I'm not sure if he'd do anything," Thor says. "Not unless someone tried to take the gauntlet from him. He already got what he wanted. The only thing I think he cares about is making sure that nobody takes it away."

Thor takes a swig.

"Tony would probably do something stupid, though. Same with Peter and anyone else who knows who he is. If any of them encountered him first, they'd wind up dead."

He sighed heavily.

"The kid wants to know about Titan." He said. "The plan, anyways. So I'm sticking to what the plan was with him. But man does Pete ask a lot of questions."

"It's not my call to make. It's Tony's," Thor says. "I can't talk about who deserves to know and who doesn't, though. I still need to Rogers and Barnes."

"Oh. We agreed. He can never know," Quill said easily. "Just like Rocket. Hell, I'd say you probably shouldn't tell those two either, but I don't know them so that's more a you thing than me."

"If things can be changed, it probably helps that more people know," Thor says. He looks over at Quill. "Do you ever regret knowing?"

He looked to Thor and considered the question. He rubbed the back of his neck like there was a knot there.

"If I knew when my end date here was? Yes." He answered. "But since I don't know, I guess knowing now is important. But, at least for now, maybe some should be left in the dark. If only because they're happy here."

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"That's why I didn't want Tony or Loki to know." Thor finishes his drink. "Loki doesn't know what Thanos did after he killed him. It might be better if he doesn't know."

"How do you think Loki would react?" He asked curiously.

"I don't know," he says. "He'd probably act like he wasn't particularly bothered by it." That was the one thing he was certain of. "I do wish he had left the Space Stone to be destroyed along with Asgard."

If Asgard was going to be sacrificed to stop Hela, it might as well stop Thanos along with it.

"Loki seems like the type of person who likes to keep shiny things," He replied. "To be honest... I'd probably have kept it too."

Thor shoots Quill a confused look. "Why?"

He shrugged.

"I like shiny things?" He said. "Sort of an old habit, I guess."

"You didn't keep the Power Stone, though," Thor points out.

"Okay, no, but -" He said and stopped.

Quill had no follow up.

"Okay, so maybe I started getting some morals or something," He said. "I blame it mostly on Gamora."

"Sounds like she was a good influence on you."

He smiled fondly. Quill had nothing but good things to say about Gamora.

"Yeah... she's great, actually." He replied. "Despite Thanos being the one who raised her, she has a great head on her shoulders."

"I don't know how anyone could be functional with a father like him, let alone a good influence on others," he says.

"Right?" Quill agreed. "Which basically makes Gamora a unicorn."

He smiled widely and fondly.