Old is New Again
May raised a brow at the god before her. It took some effort not to let her gaze skim over his well-toned muscles, but she managed. The truth was she was never the ambassador or diplomat type. Coulson or Daisy would be better suited for that, in her opinion. Why SHIELD ever put her on the Welcome Wagon was beyond her. She heard many agents say the same thing, but she never let it get to her. “Diplomacy isn’t exactly my strong suit,” she responded. “That’s the problem,” May said, giving the horse a weary look. She wasn’t afraid of horses, but her infamous moniker was whispered around enough that supporting the claim would, in fact, solidify the nickname. There was little she disliked more than that name.
“Nor is it mine, unfortunately it’s required of a prince.” And of a king, a role he meant to take as soon as he felt ready to leave Midgard to its own devices.
He chuckled and stroked the horse’s nose, “Very well, I will not force the acquaintance.” A tall youth was approaching to the side of them, wearing a touches of Asgardian armour with her jeans. “I think he is about to be taken away from me anyway,” he said, nodding towards Aslaug.