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Chloe is working.

It might not look like she is, the way she's standing on the street with a coffee in one hand and her phone in the other, looking for all the world as if she's engaged in a very serious text conversation, but she is. The paper coffee cup is empty, for one, having long since been finished and she's only holding it now because people always look far more casual and tend to attract less attention when they're doing the same thing the rest of the world around them is doing. Which is drinking coffee and looking at their phone.

But Chloe's just waiting for the right moment to slip down the alley to her left and see if she can't find an easy way into the building behind her. There's no compass in there, but there is a stolen set of earrings someone is paying her a great deal of money to retrieve. At least, they claim they've been stolen, that they're a family heirloom and while they have no proof of this -- meaning the police won't do a damn thing -- they've sworn up and down it's the truth.

Chloe doesn't really care one way or the other. She just wants to get paid.

It's a swanky apartment building behind her, but she's not bothered by that. She can get in through the front door if that's what it comes to, but she would rather go in through the fire escape to keep her face off any security cameras that might be watching.

At first glance, though, it looks as if the fire escape might be just a touch too high for her to reach, even if she jumps. Biting her lip, Chloe pretends to send another text, then looks up and finds herself watching an extremely tall man coming in her direction. He only has one eye, but that's fine, she doesn't need him for his eyes, she needs him for his potential boosting abilities.

"You're a big boy," she says when he's close enough. The timing is perfect, there are no other people around for the moment and she nods down the alley. "Want to give a girl a hand with something?"

It sounds like a come on and it just might be, but she really does need the help first.

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Thor has had a fairly busy day, for once. He's helped fetch cats out of trees (as well as a puppy and a snake), helped older people cross the street, provided electricity for someone trying to start their broken-down car, and had a decent lunch and beer at a tiny little dive of a bar. He feels accomplished in his own way, though not as accomplished as he would like. He's beginning to resign himself to the prospect that he's destined to be stuck in Darrow for awhile, even as much as the reality of it feels him with dread.

But regardless of that, he's in a fairly good mood as he walks down the street, contemplating whether he wants to stop for ice cream before making it back to the dwellings the city has provided for him.

He stops when he hears someone speaking to him, arching the eyebrow over his remaining eye at the suggestive words. He lets that one eye linger, appreciative, over the woman speaking. She's gorgeous, and the confidence of her words only renders her more attractive to him. He's still hurting over Jane, no matter what he tells anyone else, but he's not entirely blind and he feels no obligation to remain steadfast to what is, in all fairness, now a memory.

He smirks before replying with a similar tone as the stranger.

"That depends. Does such a lovely woman need one hand or two?"

As soon as he speaks, she knows she's made the right choice and Chloe grins, delighted with his response. Even if it ends up that he can't help her -- which she's sure he can -- she has a feeling she's going to end up with a fascinating new acquaintance, which is certainly something she enjoys. For all her complicated feelings for Nate have left her slightly less inclined to bed every good looking man or woman she sees, it's not as if they've ever promised each other anything and she expects he'd be slightly less annoyed by her flirting with this guy than he would knowing about her and Coop.

So she just smiles and crooks her finger at him before she steps into the alley, beckoning him closer.

"Depends on how big your hands are, I suppose," she answers, then turns her back on him, flashes one last smile over her shoulder and strolls toward the fire escape. Either he'll follow or he won't, but she has a feeling he will.

She grins, and Thor feels his own grin grow, absolutely delighted. Here he thought today would prove quiet and rather subdued; apparently he's now set for an adventure with a lovely woman whose smile is as attractive as the rest of her. He can't say he's complaining, not in the least.

He doesn't even hesitate before following her crooked finger, which, admittedly, isn't particularly smart if she's just trying to lure him into a trap. But screw it; he's never considered himself the Smartest Avenger. Not with people like Banner and Stark on the team.

"They tell stories about my hands, where I come from," he replies easily enough. "As big and strong as a pair of hammers, some would say."

He is absolutely preening, like a peacock, as he follows her towards the fire escape.

"I'm told my hands are legendary."

By Odin's Beard, it does feel rather nice to flirt so openly again.

"Then you, darling, are exactly what I'm looking for," Chloe says as she tosses her empty coffee cup into a nearby rubbish bin, then slips her phone into the back pocket of her jeans and nods up at the fire escape. As she'd expected, it's just out of her reach, even if she'd gotten a good jump, and besides the flimsy looking bin she'd just thrown her coffee away into, there's nothing to use as a step ladder.

"So let's use those big hands to give me a boost and then I'll take you out for a drink in thanks." She nods up toward the fire escape just over her head. "How does that sound?"

Truthfully, at this point, the job is almost on the back burner. Wherever he's from that people have talked about his legendary hands, she wants to hear more about it. It doesn't hurt, of course, that he's built like he is, with a face like the one he has and a rather charming accent that's just borderline familiar without actually being Australian, like her own.

He follows her over to the fire escape, glancing up at its considerable height. He does have to wonder why it is she's going up the fire escape as opposed to going through the front door of the building itself; the typical way. He doesn't judge, however. Perhaps she's lost her keys, or perhaps this is some strange, human custom he has not yet become familiar with.

Whatever the cause of her need to get up onto that fire escape, he's here, and he's happy to lend his assistance. Especially once he's promised a free drink with this same lovely woman.

"I'd say that sounds like a fair trade to me," he says with another grin. He moves to stand just beneath the fire escape, kneeling down and holding his hands out. "Whenever you're ready, let me know."

He's so willing to help her that she almost feels bad for a moment, wondering if she's taking advantage. But a man of his size can take care of himself, she's sure of that, so she reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder, then steps into the cradle of his hands and then reaches up for the fire escape over her head.

With his help, it's easy. She grabs the lowest rung of the ladder, then pulls herself up hand over hand until she can get her feet in place as well. Her arms burn with the exertion, but it's a familiar and welcome sting, one she hasn't felt in far too long and she's still in excellent physical shape, but there's a difference between doing yoga and hanging off the side of a cliff.

"Thanks, handsome," she says, looking down at him over the edge. "Give me five minutes up here and then we'll get that drink."

It doesn't even take that long, though. She climbs to the second storey of the building, then the third, which is where she's going to need to break in when the time comes. A quick survey of the window proves they haven't done much to secure it and it's locked, but a simple lock has never stopped Chloe before. There's bound to be an alarm attached, but she can disarm that from outside, taking out the power to the entire building if she needs to. It's not going to be a difficult job, but now she knows what tools she needs and so she sets back down, jumping smoothly from the level where he's boosted her up and landing in front of him.

Thor helps her up with ease, her weight not a burden in the slightest. He's lifted and wielded much heavier objects in his time. But it does help him to know that she appears to know what she's doing, with the agile way in which she pulls herself up onto the fire escape with what looks to him relative ease.

He grins, gives her a thumbs up in response to her request for five minutes. "No problem," he tells her, cheerful as ever. Perhaps he should wonder more at why she wants to climb a building from the outside instead of using the normal, front entrance stairs, but her pretty face and flirtatious manner certainly have him distracted.

He watches her as she climbs, and in what seems no time at all, she's back, jumping and landing right in front of him.

"Impressive," he says, grinning at her again. "Was that all you needed?"

"That was all I needed," she agrees, pleased that he's not really asking questions. If he does, she'll be able to give him some story, she's always been good at lying and getting herself out of just about any situation required, but it's just easier if she doesn't have to at all.

If he decided to press, decided he didn't like her answer, she would just leave, but he's rather handsome and he hadn't been lying about those hands, so if she can avoid having to simply ditch him now that the job is done, that's what she would prefer to do.

She offers her hand to him and says, "I'm Chloe."

She doesn't go into details or specifics, but that's fine with Thor. It certainly helps that she is so lovely to look at; with a man, he might be more suspicious and prone to digging deeper, asking questions and pressing for more concrete answers.

For now, he lets it go. It's not as if this is Sakaar, or Asgard on the brink of Ragnarok, after all.

He takes her hand, shaking it firmly. "A pleasure to meet you, Chloe," he says. "I'm Thor, son of Odin. I take it from your accent you're from out of town as well?"

Thor.

It's not impossible in Darrow, she's learned that by now, but the name still stuns her to silence for a moment. It's true her area of expertise is Hindu mythology, not Norse, but she's been to Norway, she's been on digs and jobs in some of the most amazing places and she's seen plenty of artifacts dedicated to Thor and Odin both.

"Really?" she asks. She knows he's asked her a question, too, but that can wait. This is far more important. "No bullshit now, darling, you're truly the Norse god of thunder and lightning?"

Thor preens, very much pleased that she's heard of him. He may have grown from the reckless, war-hungry prince he once was, but some small part of him still will never tire of people making a fuss over him. He grins.

"Well, I'm not Norse; I'm from Asgard," he explains. "It's an entirely different planet. I believe the technical term is 'alien,' though I admit I prefer 'god.'" He smiles and winks at her.

And because that same small part of him still likes to show off...

He shoots a small bolt of lightning between his hands, lets the smaller sparks dance between his fingers, still grinning. "And if you need more proof, I'd offer to show you my hammer, but I don't think that's entirely appropriate in this setting," he says. "Also because I actually lost my hammer. Or, rather, it was destroyed."

"You know that sounds like a come on, right?" Chloe asks with a small grin and an arched eyebrow, reacting to his comment about his hammer. It's clear, even if it is, that she doesn't particularly mind.

The lightning is a bit startling, but she watches the sparks dance between his fingers with a growing smile, utterly fascinated by the possibilities a meeting like this presents.

"But the people of Norway were the ones who worshipped you and your family," she says and she's stepping back out of the alley now, though still looking at him. "Who went to battle with the name of your father in their war cries. What that must do for one's self esteem."

"Yes," Thor admits with a sheepish grin and a shrug. "It was an attempt, at least. I did actually lose my hammer, though." He grins again at her.

Seeing that she appears to enjoy watching the sparks fly between his hands, he keeps on generating them, though he's careful not to make them large enough to have any danger of hitting her.

"My people and I have helped out the people of Earth when we can," he admits. "And from what my friends have told me, our efforts have inspired stories and such, passed on through mythology."

He laughs. "Oh, it does wonders for the self-esteem," he agrees. "And I have a very healthy self-esteem. Probably too healthy, some might say." He winks at her again, unable to help it. Given the events of the past couple of months, everything back on Asgard and then his arrival here, in this strange city, it feels good to flirt. Especially with such a beautiful and mysterious woman as Chloe.

"It was a wonderful attempt and I'm very sorry you've lost your hammer," she answers with a grin, although to be honest, she's mostly sad because it means she can't at least have the chance to examine it. When she tells Nate she's met Thor, the first thing he's going to ask about is the hammer, she's sure of it and she would have loved to tell him she's already seen it.

And hammer she sees today, though, isn't going to be Mjölnir.

"There's no such thing as too much self esteem," she answers, waving that comment off with a flip of her fingers. Of course she's going to say that, though, when her own self esteem is rather high and when she's spent so much of her career with men who think very highly of themselves. An ego like that tends to work well for thieves, though, it gets the job done easier.

"Thank you, I appreciate the sympathy," he tells her with a grin. He is enjoying her company greatly, even as they've just met. In addition to being mysterious and beautiful, she seems perfectly at ease with herself, full of confidence and comfortable in her own skin. "I've heard it told that sometimes this place brings people items from home. I am hopeful I might yet see Mjolnir once again." He's an optimist naturally, and so he does place a good amount of faith that he has a high chance of seeing his beloved hammer again. Unless decides to fuck with him, which, given his recent luck, is also highly likely.

His grin widens at her comment regarding self-esteem.

"My self-esteem and I like the way you think," Thor says.

"If that happens, if you get it, you'll have to come show me your hammer," Chloe answers with a sly smile, leading the way toward a nearby bar. She'd promised to buy him a drink for his troubles, after all, and she thinks making friends with a god who might one day be in possession of Mjölnir is exactly the sort of thing she ought to be doing in a place like Darrow.

If she's going to be stuck here, she's going to make sure she knows all the most interesting people.

"My self esteem and I like your legendary hands," she says as she pulls open the door to the bar and lets her gaze flash over him before she meets his eyes again and smiles a little wider. "We can't wait to see what else they're capable of."

"I would be most honored to show you my hammer, my lady," Thor says with a smirk of his own and a nod as he follows her to the bar. "Any time you wish."

"And my legendary hands and I look forward to showing you," he promises with another grin, eyes flashing with amusement. He doesn't know Chloe well but he thinks they could be great friends just from their conversations today.

And maybe he preens a bit under her roaming gaze, letting his muscles flex just a bit.

"Any time you wish."

"You're wonderfully amenable," she says, leading him to a booth in the bar, one pointedly situated away from the front door and away from the bar. It's not exactly private, but it's good enough. She has no intention of doing anything too inappropriate in public, but it's always nice to leave her options open.

It also has a clear path to the back door. Chloe's not in any danger here, not with him, but she's been a thief too long not to find the easiest way out no matter where she goes.

"Beer?" she asks Thor as she gives him a gentle nudge toward the booth. "Have a seat, I'll get the drinks."

"I like to think so," Thor agrees without a hint of humility, grinning broadly and brightly as he follows Chloe towards the booth in the back of the bar. It seems as decent as any of the bars he's been to in Darrow so far. The fact that he's here with Chloe does wonders for making the bar amenable to Thor in general, though.

He grins again at the nudge, nodding. "Beer sounds perfect. Whatever you think best. I trust your judgment."

Which, given that he barely knows her, could be potentially dangerous. But he thinks she has the look of a woman who knows her beer.

"Smart man," she says, giving him a gentle tap in the centre of his chest before she turns and heads for the bar. Chloe has never needed to try to impress men, especially when she's walking away from them, and she's heard enough compliments about her ass to suspect she has a fairly good idea about where Thor is looking as she heads toward the bar, but she doesn't mind.

In fact, she sort of hopes that's exactly what he's looking at.

At the bar, she orders them a pitcher, then tells the bartender to bring another when he sees it's close to empty. She has a feeling Thor can drink a hell of a lot more than she can. More than an average man, most likely, being a god at all.

When she returns, she's balancing the pitcher and two pint glasses expertly and she sets the glasses down on the table, then pours him a glass.

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