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Once Victor Creed and Logan are safely settled, Thor goes to find Baze.

And once that's done, he goes looking for X.

First stop: the main bar. If he doesn't find her there, he'll leave a note with Bar, check that the clean-up of all that blood and disemboweling is underway, and go looking elsewhere. Either he'll find her, or she'll find him looking for her soon enough.

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"Creed, yes. Logan told me I wanted him to finish it, but he stood down."

Reluctantly and with ill grace, but Thor's willing to roll with that.

He hefts his hammer a little. "I thought I might need to set Mjölnir on one of them to enforce some calm, but I did not." Although that trick is always kind of satisfying. So useful! So annoying to the person it's being done to!

"You will probably get another chance."

X's shoulders are tense, now, as she ponders the meetings to come.

"I will also remind Logan that he does not get to say that. Here. It is not his job."

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Thor grins a little -- he's always willing! -- and then clasps her shoulder again, in response to that tension.

"He can say what he likes. I told him not under this roof, I did not."

"Next time I can throw them both outside, if you like. Perhaps across the lake."

Fastball special?

X looks up at him, leaning into the touch again, and forcing herself to relax.

"Try to skip them five times. Each."

Thor laughs.

"I will tell you if I succeed."

He will, too! They're like X; they can deal with some blunt trauma from water.

"We will ask the squid to assist if need be."

X thinks about that for a moment, head tilting as she considers it.

"You think they know how to play baseball? The squid."

Beat.

"Or cricket."

"If not, you can teach them."

She's got practice!

Okay, with human children, but tomayto, tomahto.

"I will need to find them hats."

Bar can probably help!

Hats?

Riiiight, those funny flimsy cap things the kids were wearing. Earth fashions are so weird sometimes.

"Do they also require marked tunics?"

Team jerseys, Thor.

"I think the hats will be enough," X says, after another long moment of thought.

"Unless more of them is coming out of the water. Baseball gloves will also be difficult. For them."

"Likely unnecessary," Thor agrees.

The hats seem unnecessary to him too, frankly, but Thor respects making a unified aesthetic choice for your team. And foreign customs are what they are.

"Unless they wish them."

The hats were a joke, Thor.

"I can ask. I do not know if they get bored."

Yes, but he doesn't really get them in the baseball context either. They're so flimsy. And no shimmer or wings or anything!

"Nor I."

And this joke has probably been played about as far as it'll reach.

It's his turn to punch X's shoulder, very gently. "So, my friend. We have the start of a plan, I think."

X doesn't, either. She just rolls with the custom. And the children like them.

She rocks with the punch, leaning her shoulder into Thor's bicep in righteous vengeance.

Yeah. That.

"We do. I do. It will be okay."

A pause.

"Eventually."

"It will," he says, comfortably.

(It's nice to have a problem he can address by flinging people across a lake, too.)

"Come, Lady X. Your brother and his foe need not hear your judgment immediately. Would you spar, or share a meal?"

X considers this, but not for very long. One of those options sounds much better than the other, just now.

"The clearing. Then food. But I do not know if you have time for both."

He had a hunch one of them might, yeah.

He smiles at her. "I have time. Are you not my friend?"

Also, time stops back home when he comes here. So.

"I am," X says simply.

"That is true."

She shoves her shoulder into Thor one more time, then starts heading toward the forest, and the bloody clearing that lies deeper within it.

"Then let us see if I can skip you five times."

Time for some good friendly horrifically gory sparring time!

Outside and away from the easily unnerved, because unlike some they are good and responsible Milliways denizens.

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