[Crack; OTA] AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY INANE

[tightsofmight]

What is this It's a meme. It's also the opposite of mandatory because it's basically an excuse for plurk-enabled idiocy.
What? Action tags/comment spam.
What the fuck? This fits in with almost none of the continuities we have but guess how many fucks I give. If you guessed none you are probably right.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS IT'S A GAME NIGHT FOOLS. And it's taking place for no good reason and against all logic at Aunt May's humble abode. All Avengers, SHIELD agents, deities and general spandex aficionados are invited, so y'all can hop in and do whatever you like.

Just don't break the house for the love of god. People have to live there.

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[tightsofmight]

[It was all fun and good times at the Parker's house, where Aunt May has graciously invited her nephew's oddly dressed and incredibly old friends over for Game Night. That is, until Thor was made a fool of by Jenga and upturned the kitchen table.

The God of Thunder now sits alone on the porch in a very strict 'Time Out', his pride wounded and his mood sullen. Taking pity on the deity, Peter Parker slips quietly out the front door with a can of coca cola in hand, approaching with caution.]

Hey. Hey guy.

How you feeling....

/already crying

[thunders]

[Thor is not sulking. He's brooding. Darkly. There's a couple of dark clouds directly above the house right now, he's brooding that darkly. Victory over Jenga should have rightfully been his, yet the game dared to mock the son of Odin. And then he had made a mess of Peter Parker's small mortal dwelling, and he was certain if she could have reached Peter Parker's small mortal aunt would have dragged him out by the ear. She was right, however. Frigga would not be pleased by what he had done either.]

Peter Parker, it is unwise to be in my presence right now. [But his shoulders slump a little more and he makes no move to shoo Peter off.] And your aunt says I am not to speak to anyone until I wish to apologize for what I have done.

you were the one who wanted this. you can only blame yourself.

[tightsofmight]

[Oh boy. Peter takes a quick gander up at the storm clouds and he doesn't have to take three guesses as to why they're all swirling several thousand feet above his house. He hopes this doesn't turn into Twister or something.

It probably doesn't help matters that Thor lost at that game too.]

Who said I was wise? [He plops down beside the man, opening the Coke. It hisses, and then he waves it a little in Thor's general direction. His smile has upgraded to Used Car Salesman.] I got you something~

no I blame you. it's perfection.

[thunders]

[Thor fixes Peter with an indecipherable look for a moment, but then it's gone, and his attention shifts to the can in his hands.]

What is this? [He takes the can out of Peter's hand, but when he reads the side he fixes the boy with a very obviously disapproving look.] Coke? Is coke not an illicit substance, Peter Parker? I have seen your news programs and they speak of it very harshly.

it's delissio

[tightsofmight]

...What?

[Peter wrinkles his nose and slowly shakes his head.] No. That's cocaine. Co. Caine. This is Coca Cola. The worst it will do is make you fat and rot your teeth if you drink it all the time.

Do you honestly think my Aunt would let me have this if it was illegal?

[thunders]

[That answer is acceptable. And as Peter's health seems to be in good order despite the consumption of this Coca Cola, Thor rolls his shoulders in an easy shrug and drinks the whole can in one go. Then he just holds the can awkwardly, because he's not supposed to throw things at the floor here.] My apologies. It was most refreshing.

[He's still sulking, but maybe slightly less. He glances at Peter.] I must still make amends for my behavior, it was... not befitting of a guest. What can I offer? I could perhaps bring a good war horse as a gift, but I do not know where your Aunt would keep it.

[tightsofmight]

[Peter takes note of the awkward and just...delicately extricates the can from his hands and sets it on the porch.] You're welcome.

[And then he has to continue being all Thor about it.]

Um.

I don't. [He checks the house over his shoulder as if surveying for a good spot to build a stable.] We don't, uh, really go to war in this neighbourhood. It's kind of gauche.

Look, there's a really swell lampshade she was eyeing up at the Pier 1. I can take you there tomorrow if you're that determined to do the gift thing.

[thunders]

[Thor wrinkles his nose a little at the word 'gauche' as if he's trying to figure out what it means, but he understands the gist of what Peter is saying. No war horse.

Having another way to make amends helps, however, and he supposes he can always smite the Jenga when it is not so near people he doesn't wish to smite.]

Truly? [All the sulking is instantly gone and he gives Peter a huge grin.] I would like that. I did not intend to upset your lady aunt, and I do not wish for her to think me... gauche.

[tightsofmight]

She won't. [He smiles broadly back. HE MADE THE GOD OF THUNDER SMILE UWAAAH.] She thinks you're cute. Just very enthusiastic.

Come on. Let's go make boo boo kitty faces at her until she forgives you. Try and look as sad as possible.

[thunders]

She thinks that I am cute? [Thor just looks bemused. This is obviously not something he's commonly accused of. (Out loud.)]

I think that may be less effective with your aunt than it is with my own mother. I am not a very good actor, nor do I resemble any sort of cat. [He stands and bends to offer Peter a hand, palm facing upward. Don't you feel like the prettiest princess, Peter?] Perhaps just a sincere apology.