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[st_ormbreaker]

"...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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[st_arlord]

"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?"