Thor caught the subtle blush creeping up Quill’s cheeks as he asked what Thor was into, and guessed quickly what must be going on in the other man’s head. He considered Quill for a moment and decided to test his hypothesis. “‘Into,’” Thor repeated, bringing a hand up to his chin as if he had to really think about it. He pointedly maintained eye contact as he glanced up and down at Quill, smiling and shrugging nonchalantly as he said, “A little bit of everything. You know?”
It wasn’t entirely untrue, Thor liked many things, and he really had no limits in his romantic interests, either. He just didn’t have much time for the nuances of liking things as of late, and didn’t care to reflect on it in the middle of a recon mission. So instead he turned his attention to what Quill was interested in to keep the mission moving forward, and it was clear that Quill was interested in space, music, and Thor, apparently. He could work with that. He recalled his own experience in space, trying not to focus on his more recent adventures of falling through empty space and taking on the power of a dying star. Instead, he thought about admiring stars and planets and nebulas from afar, either in the comfort of the ground or blurring past him as he traveled by bifrost.
“Bright city like this, I doubt you’re seeing half as much of the sky as you would like,” Thor mused, thinking about the stark contrast between the light pollution around Stark’s lab in New York versus Jane’s lab in New Mexico. He remembered watching the stars with Jane on the roof of her lab, and the look on her face as they took the bifrost to Asgard. Thor saw her reflected in Quill’s face as he lit up with excitement as he talked about space. His heart ached, missing her, but also suddenly aching for Quill, who had no memory of his own adventures in space. “You’ll find a better place to view it someday, I’m sure,” he said confidently as he followed the other man across the store.
Thor couldn’t help his amusement as Quill lit up enthusing about music just as he had about the stars. He reached out for the record, but withdrew his hands when he realized he hadn’t made much ground in his mission… and maybe he just wanted to talk to Quill a little more. He looked around the store, for the source of the other music filling the shop. “Could we give it a listen?” he asked, trying to buy some more time with Quill. “I trust your judgment, but I want to see what all the fuss over these records is,” he grinned, wide and playful.
Oh boy, this was bad. He shouldn’t have asked the pretty man what he was into, that just made his head go to places it shouldn’t be going. Peter had never found himself in this spot before. He liked women, loved them even, but here he was blushing in front of some big muscley man with an accent, life was crazy. He nodded absentmindedly as he said he was into a little bit of everything. “Oh... haha yeah me too. I’m always discovering new things I like I guess.” He mumbled out, glancing down at his feet as he tried to calm himself down. Stupid guy with his stupid face and stupid hair and stupid muscles, and stupid voice, stupid EVERYTHING. Peter was certain he was going to die from how fast all the blood in his body was rushing to his face.
He nodded a little bit as the man mentioned the city affecting seeing the stars, and he frowned. “Yeah. I guess I don’t really have the means to leave the city. Working at his shop doesn’t exactly pay big money, and living here’s expensive as you probably know, so I guess... I’m just kinda stuck here.” He said, clearing his throat after a few moments. “Sorry. You came in for music, not to hear about me, haha...” He rubbed at the back of his neck, looking down at the record he was holding in his hands. “--yeah maybe one day. And maybe I’ll have someone to come with me.” He shrugged his shoulders.
It wasn’t until the man suggested listening to it that he lifted his head again, glancing around to see if anyone else was in the store. “Oh... well I suppose we can. No one’s ever really asked that before.” He said, gripping the record a little tighter in his hands. “Well it couldn’t hurt to give it a listen, so why not?” He turned, gesturing for the man to follow him towards the back of the store where the record player was. He switched over the record from what was playing to the new one, the music starting to play. He moved to sit up on the counter beside the record player, his feet swinging to the music. “This is one of my favourites, her voice is just so pretty. And my mom used to sing some of her songs to me when I was a kid...” He mentioned, looking down at his lap.
