Donald nods and a discreet tear slips from y/n's eye. Selvig made him think of home.
Biker 1: Hey, I know you, man...
Two intimidating drunk bikers nearby size up Donald. They are two of the Townies from Isabela's Diner who saw Donald earlier. They approach, belligerent and looking for a fight.
Biker 1: You were in the diner with that hot girl.
Donald doesn't like where this is going.
Biker 2: I wouldn't mind her doing a little research on me.
They laughs. Donald is annoyed.
Donald: I have no quarrel with you. But she's a lady. You should be more respectful.
y/n: Who speaks like that?
Biker 2: And you should shut the hell up, princess.
Selvig looks to Donald, concerned that he's going to lose it. But, to his surprise, Donald remains unaffected by the Townies' baiting.
Donald: I will not fight them.
Biker 1: Then it'll be easy to kick your ass.
Selvig stands, steps between the two men.
Selvig: Gentlemen, please. Let's keep our heads.
Just then, Selvig headbutts the first biker, knocking him out. Donald and y/n are hugely impressed. Selvig downs his drink, then hurls his glass aside, shattering it on the ground.
The second biker didn't like this and went to hurt Selvig but was met with the heel of y/n's metal soled boot- the bartender's table ( I don't know what it's called ) now had a deep, head-shaped dent in it.
y/n: Another drink?
Selvig and Donald look both sceptical and impressed by y/n's display.
y/n: On me?
y/n, Donald and Selvig stumble down the street, singing a Norwegian folk song. They improvise an impromptu drinking song dance routine involving side steps and happy slaps, optimistically in time with the song.
Donald, y/n and Selvig: "The mood is good, our hearts are full, there's magic in the air. / It's all because we're here tonight, and haven't got a care. / So raise a glass, and toast to life, wherever it may lead / Tra-la- la, tra-la-la, a friend is fine indeed. / Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, a friend is fine indeed!"
Thor holds up his hands for y/n and Selvig's last finishing slaps. Selvig misses it completely and falls out of frame like a straight dead weight with a clunk. y/n misses and somehow manages to slap himself in his own face. He then looks around angrily for his attacker. Emerging from behind the car where Selvig fell, Donald stands up, Selvig slung over his shoulder, and starts to walk up the street towards Jane's trailer.
y/n: So what're your names?
Donald: He is Selvig, and I... an Thor.
y/n: Thor?
Thor: Indeed, what of you?
y/n: I'm y/n.
Thor: Nice to meet you y/n
How do you like your eggs?
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