Thunder {Thor Odinson}

ass garden

Strutting through the hall of weapons, fellow gladiators hurried out of the way as Aura made her entrance within the large room, its dark walls and floor gleaming as racks of weapons lined it. A large, open room, gladiators roamed about it, searching for their weapons for the days fights, the room was barred by a row of lasers stretching from wall to wall, keeping the gladiators in check from joining the civilians, particularly the ones who drunk openly in the bar.

Of course, Aura was free to travel wherever. She was the only one who chose to fight.

"Hey -- pretty girl who isn't from Ailea!"

Groaning, irritation swept through Aura's body as she turned only to find Thor hurrying after her enthusiastically. His pretty face was not enough to curb her anger at him for even daring to mention Ailea, a name she hadn't ever heard of before during her four years on Sakaar and a name she had never planned on hearing again. Facing him, Aura was prepared to snap at him for ruining her perfectly good mood, only he continued to speak hurriedly before she could get even a word in edgewise.

"I'd just like to apologize for talking about Ailea yesterday," Thor informed her hastily, looking proud of himself before wincing. "Oh, and for mentioning Ailea again today -- and then again just now -- sorry. Did I mention you look exquisite today?"

"Flirting won't work," despite her harsh tone, Aura was blushing and had to turn so that Thor wouldn't see her red cheeks as she hefted a familiar shield and sword out from the weapons rack, sliding the sword into a hook along her belt while her shield hung at her hips. "I've already told you, the Champion's gonna kill you today."

"You're quite the confidence booster but -- "

"Good morning, Aura!" Korg waved cheerfully to Aura as he walked over to her and Thor, pausing at the weapons rack, scrutinizing the weapons. "Oh -- yuck! There's still someone's hair and blood all over this! Guys," he called out the the rest of the gladiators, all who ignored the chatterbox Kronan. "Can you clean up the weapons once you finished your fights? Disgusting slobs! Oh -- Thor... wanna use a big wooden fork?"

"No," Thor eyed the hefty wooden fork Korg had picked up warily.

"Yeah," Korg shrugged, his shoulders rumbling as rocks knocked together as he delicately placed the weapon back in its place. "Not really useful unless you're fighting off three vampires that were huddled together."

"Or a big bowl of spaghetti," suggested Aura unhelpfully.

"I really wish I had my hammer."

"Hammer?" Korg echoed.

"Quite unique," Thor sounded proud as memories swirled within his eyes, lifting a wooden and stone axe before placing it back, unsatisfied with it. "It was made from this special metal from the heart of a dying star. And when I spun it really, really fast it gave me the ability to fly."