If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too
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Peter Parker
I follow her into a fancy looking bar. Everything in this city, or at least this part of it, seems too pricey for me. How will I ever afford to live in New York if I decide to move here one day?
The name outside says ODINSON, decorated in a luxurious golden theme. People here mind their own business so we don't have to try not to stand out much when walking in.
"This way." (Y/n) says, she walks over to the owner of this place. Tall guy, golden hair, jacked as hell. He gives off giant golden retriever vibes.
"That's Loki's brother?" I ask.
"In flesh. I know what you think, they don't look alike."
"Yeah... why's that?"
"Loki's adopted." She says, I nod. We approach the guy. Thor is laughing and pouring drinks for his customers, once he sets eyes on (Y/n), it seems he pauses everything for a split second.
(Y/n) smiles at him. He returns it. Both seem unconvincing.
"Remember me?" She asks.
"How could I forget?" He observes us, we both looks kind of beat after the fight. "Who's this fellow?"
"Just some guy."
I'm... just some guy?
A better term would be just some sad dude.
"Don't be shitting me. You were always a lone wolf. Who's this guy?" Thor laughs.
"I'm here looking for answers, not chit-chatting. Is there anywhere we can talk?" (Y/n) says tiredly.
"Fine. You come with me." Thor grabs bottles of whiskey and vodka and walks out from the back. "But, this just some guy stays here."
"No, he's with me. He comes with me." (Y/n) says, thank you.
"If he's really," Thor does quotation hands, "just some guy, then this guy deserves a break. Look at the shape he's in! He needs booze and lap dance!"
"I actually don't—" I say but nobody listens.
"Brunnhilde! Come! Give this boy the best night of his life!" Thor shouts at a girl, looking quite cool in her grey leather jacket. I still like (Y/n)'s red leather jacket better... Should I get myself a leather jacket?
"Pete," (Y/n) calls me, but after getting some pressure from Thor, she says something else instead. "Stay here."
"Okay..."
(Y/n) follows Thor to the backdoor of the club. I have a knife with me in case anything happens, but I wouldn't wanna drag the police's attention so early. I look at Brunnhilde as she approaches me.
She smirks. "Are you even old enough to be in here?"
"I'm twenty... but the girl I came with knows Thor."
