accidental video

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[The feed flicks on to the one-eyed cat, All Cat, purring noisily and patting at the screen of Thor's phone. There is noise in the background of gym equipment, and the cat starts making loud noises at the person lifting the weights. After a little more patting the phone slides from where it was, down to show a tilted image of Thor bench-pressing an

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Woah, you okay there, buddy?

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[When he responds, he has a claw mark on his chest that is bleeding but the cat is sat in his lap, being pet.]

I am... fine. [His scowl says he's not.]

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If you say so. [He looks skeptical, though. Stop scowling, it's giving you away.]

But hey! I know what'll cheer you up. I got food. [He raises a hand so that Thor can the greasy bag he's holding.]

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[Nope. Still scowling.]

...That may well cheer me up. [It will. The way to Thor's heart is through his stomach.] What food is it?

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McDonald's! Well, the Aliunde equivalent to McDonald's. Here, lemme just go find you, it's easier to show than explain. [La la la Tony adventures in the real world, look at him as he leaves his Batcave basement.]

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[Thor raises a brow and watches as Tony wanders around, smirking a little.] The gymnasium, Tony. Near the basement, three doors to the right. Before the kitchen...

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[Tony is silently as he backtracks and finds the proper room, turning off the communicator and tucking it away while walking in with the bags of junk food raised high in one hand.] I come bearing gifts for the mighty Thor.

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[Thor chuckles lightly, towelling off as Tony arrives and sitting comfortably against the machine he was using.] If this is how mortals worship gods these days, I could enjoy being worshipped again. [In short, give over the food, Stark.]

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Naw, it's a lot more boring these days. [He walks over and drops one of the bags unceremoniously on Thor's lap.] I thought people used to honor their gods with food all the time.

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[Thor searches through the bag to find his food, tilting his head curiously at it.] They did, with sacrifices and such, but my people have fallen into the myths and legends of yours, and so we are no longer worshipped. Instead you all worship a false god who does not exist, some one you believe created everything simply because he wished to. It's rather ridiculous, actually, and a disservice to the All Father.

[He takes a bite into the burger and pauses.] This food is delicious! You were right!

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You're talking to the wrong guy about that, pal. Try...Cap, maybe? [Were any of his housemates actually religious? Tony has no idea.]

[He sits on a nearby bench and pulls a burger out of his own bag.] There's fries too. Good fries really make or break a burger.

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[Thor raises a brow but looks back to his food a second later.] My respect for you has grown at just that.

[He goes for those fries and tries them, smiling a bit more.] This is very good. Your Midgardian food is far more unique than Asgardian food.

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Don't worry, that normally doesn't last long for most people. [He'll invariably screw something up and poof, all respect gone.]

Hey, if there's one thing we do well, it's thinking up lots of interesting ways to kill ourselves faster. [He says as he chews on a mouthful of processed meat and synthetic preservatives.]

[flipsalltables]

I am sure that your intentions are usually good. We'll see how long it lasts, hm?

[He chuckles lightly, eating some more.] It is curious how your food is. Our own is all rather salty, because we use it as a preservative measure.

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[He grins.] Just don't hold your breath.

Oh yeah, it used to be like that for us too, but that was before refrigerators and shit. Now everything's flash-frozen and full of preservatives.

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[He shakes his head a little, smiling to him.]

I think, when I return to Asgard, I may suggest refrigeration of our food. It would not be difficult for us to do.