k i n g o f a s g a r d

“we talkin’ – or is remy dealin’ you in?” cards deftly flicked back and forth between practiced hands, a smirk playing at his lips.

“Of course.” Medusa smiled at the Asgardian, pausing to let her ask as she took a deep breath and shrugged her shoulders. “There’s been a development with the Inhumans. A positive development. Specifically with one Inhuman. Ulysses. He has the ability to see into the future.”

“I’m the last person here who will judge you for that, believe me. I know how hard it is to rule.” Medusa offered a slight smile as she poured herself a glass of wine and offered some to Valkyrie, raising an eyebrow. “That’s not what I really came here to talk to you about, though.”

“I’m sure leading an entire group of people is a lot of work. Uh, no. I’m good on the drink.”

“Depends, is Asgardian liquor stronger than Inhuman liquor? Because I feel like I handled that pretty well.”

“I am so not old enough.” Morgan insisted, not sure if that was even a thing that Valkyrie cared about. 

“Have there been any multiversal changes in any of your Midgardians?”

“That look in your eyes— I know what it means. I see it everywhere I go. You want to ask me something, yet you hesitate. Why? Are you afraid I might hurt you?”

“it wasn’t a cult, alright? it was - more of a, uh - a commune.”

“I’m technically an Eternal, not a midgardian.” Right? Sprite wasn’t one hundred percent sure if she didn’t qualify as a midgardian now, but she wasn’t going to loop herself in circles trying to figure that out. “Do all Asgardians drink so much?”

“you see, history is much more fascinating than you’d expect it to be.”

peter visibly relaxed at val’s remark. he knows me? ok, that’s cool. and now an invite to visit the new asgard - from the king herself? this was turning out to be one of the coolest conversations peter accidentally wound up a part of. “oh, i’d love to! that sounds great! i don’t really drink though, not quite old enough,” an awkward chuckle followed his words.

“No I didn’t?” Alex took a step backwards, “I don’t know why you would even think that…?”