A Boy and His God

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Who: Thor Odinson and Clint 'Hawkeye' Barton
Where: In the City.
When: Daylight hours- never mind precisely when...
What: The unfortunate Hawkeye learns to mind his tongue.

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[agenthawk]

The roof was a pretty common place to find Clint after he'd moved in. As his name suggested, he gravitated to high places where he could watch over everything and yet still be apart from it on some level. That day he'd decided to go up there to clean his arrows and generally get things organized in his quiver, but he might as well have a nice view while doing a bit of a mundane chore. Riding the elevator up he reached the top and opened the door, only to stop short at the sight of one Asguardian warrior seated there, looking uncharacteristically quiet and sad somehow

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"Master Archer." Thor's smile, though genuine, was of equally awkward merit in that it did not quite belong with the heavy crease of his brow. "I fear thou hath found me in your favored place of respite. My sincerest apologies."

Slow and deliberate, he motioned Clint forward by thumping a palm against the ledge on which he was stationed. "Come, friend, if you mind not. I have need of a companion. Silent or otherwise, it is no matter."

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Giving a small shrug as if to say, 'alright, whatever', Clint followed the motion but sat a few feet to the right of Thor swinging his quiver off his shoulder in a fluid motion to the side and picking out a arrow to work with as his legs hung over the side of the building, unworried about the height or the potential fall that could occur if he was not careful.

Thor did say silent company was just fine, and Clint had no problem with silence.

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It seemed after a length of time Thor was becoming less and less inclined to it. There was a twitch Clint read in him, that sort of subconsciously presented motion which meant a person was too restless for prolonged solitude. And, before he could dismiss himself on the suspicion, the man had at last spoken.

"I have wondered," His voice rumbled low like rolling thunder far on the horizon, "To what measure is a 'home', Archer."

[agenthawk]

Stopping in the action of fiddling with one of his arrows, he paused on that question for a second because it wasn't what he was expecting, at least from Thor. The closest images he could come up with was one from years ago, a group of oddly dressed people with strange talents, traveling around the country to perform, and trusting no one but themselves (which was strangely close to how things were now, at least where a majority of the costumes were concerned), or the more recent ones of a woman with red hair who was deadly in many ways, but who he could no longer imagine life without.

He put the arrow back into place and pulled out another.

"You probably know more about that than I do, Thor. But I'd guess it's the people."

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"Aye. Tis a wise response, yet I fear I am not as sure of the matter as you may believe. All people are embodiments of free will. They will go perhaps where you may not follow if that is their way..." Thor cast a longing gaze to the skies, spotted by thin, lingering wisps of cloud. "A physical place, too, will bend and bow to time. And there may be many such places, many individuals, who are split by distances too great. Or... wounds too deep."

He gave a brittle laugh, smacking the pavement again though with a hollow sort of enthusiasm. "However there is a certain comfort in a constant companion is there not? To wield Mjölnir is the same in any world. To fire an arrow, surely similar for thee. Perhaps it is then I am truly 'home'."

[agenthawk]

Clint had an uncomfortable feeling that they were talking about Loki somehow...and that wasn't a topic he would like to visit if at all possible. At least the Thunder God was being relatively obscure so he could ignore the implications for the topic on the surface. He pulled the arrow up to eye level to see if the balance was good as well as if the dynamics were fine, they seemed to be.

"Seems a little lonely," He replied though he understood the meaning, if you were relying on your weapon then what you were really counting on... "Sometimes it's best to rely on yourself. Places and people can be fragile."

There were few constants in his life, his biological family consisting of an indifferent Mother, and abusive Father and a brother who went off to war. Over time there had been more places, more people. Attachments formed and broken. Perhaps it was best to stay distant.

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There would have been a smile had it not been for the severity of their words and the strange ken that Hawkeye knew well of what it was he spoke. He must have, for no man would be in such a profession without the weight of his own demons.

"And when a man has not even oneself.." In truth, Thor bore no fear evermore of being unworthy of his hammer, for once was all that had been required for change. His was the creeping tendrils of what remained from the event, from that which had followed compromising Midgardian peace once again because he- despite his 'worth'- had again failed. "You may think it foolish of me to speak as such, but ah, were there a creature as loyal and true as Mjölnir."

He had goats, in Asgard, but (as much as he adored them) magically culled stubbornness was simply not the same.

[agenthawk]

Clint's mouth quirked in a half-smirk as the idea of the large Asguardian with a pet. Though he supposed it wasn't that unusual, seeing as one of their enemies had somehow gotten hold of a cat. Fitting, if a little cliche at the same time, Clint had to wonder if Loki had been watching old movies in his spare time, but disregarded that idea as a little too surreal for his taste. Though Loki struck him a little more careful than Thor. The idea of this particular Demi-God with any sort of pet was as amusing as it was alarming.

"If we're talking loyal pets, that's what dogs are known for." Clint gave him a short look of appraisal and added, "You strike me as a dog person, if anything." with a hint of amusement mixed with sarcasm.

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"Ah, the canines

[agenthawk]

Clint had to stop his reflex of turning around and stabbing Thor with one of the arrows he currently held, it was far too many years of training that had caused him to have that reaction, and his quick mental reminder that Thor was his teammate that stopped him. Only when he'd calmed down a bit had Thor's last words sunk in.

"Wait. What?" He questioned as he was suddenly dragged from his place on the roof.

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"A companion, a dog. We shall acquire one."

Thor assumed perhaps the Archer had been too absorbed in his task to fully grasp what it was that had been said to him. Having been guilty of such an act himself many times over, he took the confusion in stride and explained in fuller detail the journey now to be taken to bring to Stark's tower a guardian of such reliability and loyalty as to placate the unease all men (and women) of valor residing within it often felt.

"-which means we shall begin at the shelter of animals, do you not agree? I believe the game keepers there would be most wise in their recommendations."

He was guiding Clint most enthusiastically into the elevator, not so overcome by shadow or at least, glad of the distraction happened upon. "A small creature. Lady Romanova and the Man of Iron are not so fond of the larger beasts; a pity, but a compromise willingly made."

[agenthawk]

Clint had a few moments to blink before he was quickly and unceremoniously dragged from his place of the roof, with an arrow still in one hand and the rest in his quiver leaning against the end of the roof. Something he was none to pleased about. His weapons didn't exactly come back to him with just a thought like someone's. He gave the other a look while trying to get him to let go, though the Demi-god seemed to be paying little to no attention.

He had to wonder when exactly he'd agreed to a shopping trip.

"Do you even know where the animal shelter is? Or how to take care of a dog for that matter?" He asked in an attempt to stop this 'quest' before it could come to full throttle.