Gods and aliens and monsters, oh my! (Bring on the zombies)

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X opens the door to her apartment, letting it swing behind her as she stoops to grab Steve McQueen before he can make a break for it.

Farrah, meanwhile, decides that an aerial assault is the best plan and dives for Stitch's head as soon as it appears.

At least Thor looks like he will get off scot-free?

(For now.)

There are reasons X made him carry the pizza. And the cupcakes.

And the popcorn.

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[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor makes a good pack mule!

And Midgardian snack foods aren't heavy.

He trails in X's wake with mild, amiable confusion, looking around with interest.

At the room in general. But also at the cats. And Stitch.

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch and Farrah go down with a squawk of surprise, a tangle of limbs and a bout of extraterrestrial cursing. as the dust settles, Stitch rises holding the cat at arm's length. The two stare at each other for a moment she wriggles free and streaks for the bedroom.

"Naga bootifa. Yu Porma dissy!"

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X neither laughs nor sighs.

"I think she likes the noise you make. When you fall over."

Just so Stitch knows.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor comes from a culture where contests of extemporaneous insults, especially in verse, are a respected sport. (He's not all that good at it.) Like all Asgardians, he also speaks the Allspeak, which grants two-way understanding of basically any language there is.

So: he looks faintly amused at the sight of a tiny blue bundle of limbs and teeth and ears insulting a cat's mother, but not disconcerted.

[evil_koala_626]

Oh she does, does she? Stitch aims a withering glare at the bedroom doorway

"Grrrrr, BLARGH! Toobagameega-o-itume'snotfunnybakkadookapor-"

The steady tirade fades into incoherent muttering as Stitch stomps in to the kitchen. A can of root beer is liberated before being transferred to the experiment's jaws. It's much easier to climb to the freezer and retrieve the container of blood worms this way.

The fish are probably hungry.

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X flicks a look at Thor, then tilts her head toward the coffee table.

"You can put the food down. There."

Beat.

"I will get napkins."

And maybe a drop cloth.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor inclines his head slightly.

Thor doesn't take orders, as a rule, outside of battle. He's a prince of Asgard, highest of the Nine Realms. Even if he isn't any more, even if he's disgraced and exiled, this training is in his bones. He isn't thinking about this consciously, but it's habitual; if he complies with someone else's directions on a minor matter like this, he'll do it as a gracious favor, not as the obedience of a servant.

He does, however, set the food down on the coffee table.

And looks around himself some more. Earth homes are interesting.

(And Earth homes are where he's likely to spend the rest of his life. He can't let himself think about that too hard, now while he's with other people. He's here to be sociable.)

Also there are tiny fish. Maybe that's normal on Earth these days? All he's seen are Jane Foster's chambers, and she called those temporary.

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch patters past, the blood worms clutched in one hand, his root beer in his teeth, holding a kitchen chair above his head with two more. He motors past the coffee table, nabbing a fist full of popcorn with the fourth without breaking stride and continues on to the fish tank.

Two pinches of freeze dried invertebrates are meticoulously dolled out before he returns to haul himself on to the couch.

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X appreciates his acquiescence.

Much in the same way she appreciates Stitch helping to feed her fish.

Then --

"You are thirsty, too?"

It is not like Stitch brought more than one root beer.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor takes stock, and concedes, "Somewhat."

Mortal bodies are really limited. It's so weird!

Thor's used to being able to consume vast amounts of food and drink, of course. But most of the time, Asgardians do that because it's tasty, not from pressing hunger; Thor can go weeks without food if he has reason to. (Although he'll have to refuel eventually.)

Or, well, he could. This human form keeps requiring sustenance at the drop of a hat.

[evil_koala_626]

"Inna fridge." reports Stitch, reaching out to transfer the popcorn bowl to the couch beside him... before promptly faceplanting into the contents. A clawed hand rises to point in the direction of the kitchen.

Make yourself at home, Thor!

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"I will get some," X offers, moving toward the kitchen.

"And another bowl for popcorn."

Beat.

"Some people do not like Stitch's saliva."

Weirdos.

[mjolnir_retriever]

"...My thanks," says Thor, amused and slightly wry.

He would indeed prefer to leave Stitch his own bowl, since that's an option.

He'll just... settle on the couch. Since that seems to be the expected thing.

It's actually closer to Asgardian furniture styles than a lot of modern Midgardian stuff. So that's kind of nice.

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch emerges at length, kernels peppering his fur, to peer up at Thor with interest.








The silence is finally broken by the hiss of a can being cracked open. Its contents follow the popcorn down Stitch throat in one long pull before the can is flattened against the alien's forehead.

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X has returned with several glasses, another case of root beer, and the recycling bin.

It saves time.

Then she turns to go back for the popcorn.

[mjolnir_retriever]

X is a wise woman.

Thor would help, if this were Jane Foster's home, or if X had requested it. (In his own home, there'd be servants.) But as it is, he's not really sure what's required, or how it should be done. So he opts to stay where he is.

Stitch's long stare gets a faintly bemused look. Thor is kind of getting the impression that Stitch's manners aren't typical of Earth, but maybe that fizzy drink is to be downed like a draught in a drinking contest? Boilermakers were, and he saw people drinking out of similar cans at the bar.

He cracks open a root beer, anyway. It takes him a moment to figure out the tab, but he manages. (With a certain tentative and experimental air. But he did see Stitch open his a minute ago.)

A sip to ascertain the taste -- weird and fizzy, but not unpleasant -- and then down the hatch!

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch approves! Or so his wide grin would seem to indicate.

"Ih! Ih! Tukibowaba!"

This can only end well!

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"You do not have to chug it," X says, upon her return.

Her pronunciation of 'chug' is very careful. Deliberate, even.

New words are like that.

"It is not alcoholic."

And this kind also does not have caffeine.

She hands over the popcorn, but refrains from settling on the couch just yet.

Someone has to put the first movie on, after all.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Caffeine doesn't affect Thor any more readily than alcohol does. But that's still a wise precaution, because: Stitch.

"I like this drink," Thor declares. "It fizzes."

(Volstagg would like it.)

It's useful information about what is and isn't a custom. He'll remember that chugging is optional.

He tries the popcorn. Verdict: different than the way Asgard flavors it, and not quite as good, but still tasty.

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch sits up, ears fanning forward as the frantic opening bars of a paiano herald the beginning of The Cockroach That Ate Cincinatti.

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"I have tissues," X offers, as she finally gets to sit down.

"If the bubbles make you sneeze."

Thor could have very delicate sinuses.

It has been known to happen.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor is a very delicate fellow.

He glances at X sidelong, midway between bemusement and amusement. (Is she mocking him, or is this an actual concern for Midgardians?

Well, he's certain she's mocking him. But it could be both.)

But the opening strains of the movie catch his attention quickly enough. They're very... frenetic.

"What is this 'cockroach'?" he asks, in a quiet rumble. Thor's capable of quiet, in spite of what some would think; it's just that he remains conspicuous anyway. "And who is Cincinnati?"

[evil_koala_626]

"SHHHHHH!"

Quiet, you, this is the good part!

"'S a city anna bug." Stitch waves a clawed hand distractedly before helping himself to another soda.

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A piece of popcorn pings off of Stitch's nose.

There is no shhing in X's apartment.

Especially not of first-timers.

"They are very durable," X offers. "And difficult to eradicate. Cockroaches."

Hence why one the size of a city block is particularly problematic.

[evil_koala_626]

A piece of popcorn pings off X's forehead.


Stitch grins, eyes dancing. And then he's moving very quickly for cover, cackling maniacally all the while.