Chapter 2
When the little group brought their drinks to a quieter spot, away from the bar, by the fire, Thor sat down next to his new friend. The strange man had pulled his hood back into his face, which was a pity, because he would have liked to see him again into his emerald eyes.
"So, what..."
He didn't get any chance to say the rest of his sentence because Fandral chose that moment to disturb them.
"Well, well. So, that's your new friend. You haven't introduced us to him. I'm still young, but even I know that's a rude behavior."
He was complaining, but the smile on Fandral's face betrayed his intentions. The rest of his friends, while curious, didn't approached them directly. It hadn't escaped them that Thor had just met the young men. On the other hand, Fandral was, as always, too hasty. Instead of letting them talk first, he wanted to be right in the middle of it all. It was known that his best friend was a chameur, always looking for the presence of beautiful women and men, even flirting in inappropriate situations, which ended occasionally with a fist in his face. Thor knew only too well how he had met Sif for the first time. The woman was stunning, but she had no interest in men, she was still too young an inexperienced back then. When he introduced her to Fandral, he immediately tried to court her. The end of the story was that Sif had made her point of view and had left Fandral with a black eye and a broken nose. Everyone had laughed. But today, Thor found it rather annoying. Once he wanted to talk to his guest in peace. He didn't know where the stranger came from, nor did he know his name.
"Can you please leave us alone?"
Just as Frandral wanted to say something, Volstagg came from behind and took his best friend away from him. He could hear him cursing rather loudly, but the bearded man couldn't care less. Volstagg looked again over his shoulder and winked at them.
The young man beside him began to laugh.
"You have really strange friends, but they all seem to be nice. Only this man, what was his name again, he definitely has too much energy."
Thor had to smile. They all had too much energy, but he used it during his training and Fandral to get women into his bed.
"And again, I have to apologize for him. I'm afraid it won't be the last time. Hopefully, he didn't upset you too much."
He didn't want him to leave, Thor was too fascinated by the stranger. Even though he had only known him for a short time. He gently put a hand on the shoulder of the black-haired man and leaned closer.
"If you want, we can also go for a walk. Maybe it would be better if we had some time for ourselves before one of my friends comes up with another stupid idea. I trust them with my life, but I know them long enough to know that the more alcohol they drink, the more unpredictable they become."
To his amazement, the man leaned a little closer to Thor. Despite half of his face was covered with his black hood, he could see that he was smiling smugly.
"Oh really? Or do you want to be alone with me?"
Thor wanted to say yes at once, but he didn't want to rush it. Yet he couldn't deny that he enjoyed the other man's presence. Never had something like that happened to him. Although he had successfully court men and women, to his regret, he had never had the luck to be in a serious relationship. Most of the time, it was because the others had no understanding of his job or the time-consuming training.
But he couldn't hestitate much longer, so he mustered his courage, leaned even closer to the younger man and smiled charmingly.
"Well, what would happen if that was my wish?"
The stranger beside him laughed softly. He took Thor's hand carefully and stood up.
"I know a place near the golden city."
With these words he let go and went eastward, where the great forests were located. Thor swallowed loudly, cast his friends one last look and followed the black-haired man.