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“So what do you want your username to be, Mr Thor?” Peter asks, laptop perched on his lap.
Thor sat beside him as he leaned over to get a better look at the screen, “My name?” He asks, puzzled, “My name is Thor Odinson, God of Thunder - you know that, young Stark.”
“No no, of course I know your name,” Peter smiles, amused, “No, what I mean is your username - it’s like a nickname that you use online so people know that it’s you.”
“Online?”
Peter hesitates and turns his head to the screen, “Uh, that’s okay, Mr Thor, I’ll just make one up for you,” He says, thinking for a moment before he types out, “Thunder&Lightning.”
“Marvellous,” Thor grins, “I identify well with that.”
“And now, we just need a profile picture,” Peter says and looks at him curiously, “Do you have any photos we could use?”
“All of my photos were destroyed along with Asgard,” Thor states, expression solemn.
“Oh,” Peter says awkwardly before he smiles reassuringly, “That’s okay, we can just take one now.”
Peter sets his laptop aside and rises to his feet with his phone in hand, “FRIDAY, pull up a backdrop of space, please.”
“Certainly, Peter,” FRIDAY responds, before the tv changes, showing a backdrop of space with Earth visible in the background.
“Awesome,” Peter grins and grabs Thor’s arm to drag him to his feet, positioning him in front of the tv, “Alright, say cheese!”
“Cheese!”
Peter grins at the photo, “Perfect!” He praises and returns to his seat, “FRIDAY, send the photo to my laptop, please.”
“Already done, Peter.”
“And boom,” Peter grins as Thor sits back down, “You’ve officially made an account.”
“Well done, son of Stark,” Thor grins before it falters into a puzzled frown, “Uh, so what now?”
“Well now, we’ll do the basic stuff like following all the Avengers and the official Avengers account,” Peter says, clicking around, “And then we’ll figure out what your first post is gonna be.”
Silently, Peter edits the description of Thor’s account to;
“It’s getting exciting.”
God of Thunder
King of Asgard
Poptarts please sponsor me
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“This is ridiculous,” Loki snarls at his phone, “I don’t understand why I need to wield these idiotic midgard devices.”
“Because you’re an Avenger now, and people love to be able to monitor you online for their own entertainment,” Harley explains plainly.
“Midgards live such sad and boring lives,” Loki stares, unimpressed.
He looks back at his phone and pulls a face, “This is just a photograph of a target,” He says disparagingly as he shows Harley one of Clint’s posts, “What is the point of sharing something so meaningless?”
“That’s the beauty of social media, dude,” Harley grins, “You can post the most boring thing on earth, but because you're famous, everyone will love it.”
Loki pauses, face twisting in thought, “So midgards will blindly praise anything that is shared, as long as it originates from someone of a higher status?” He then smirks, “That’s pathetic.”
“Yup,” Harley pops his lips and holds out his hand, “Here, I’ll have you follow all the Avengers.”
Loki looks annoyed as he begrudgingly hands the phone over, “Great,” He remarks sarcastically, “Now people will know I associate with these mortals.”
“You signed the Accords, dude,” Harley reminds him as he goes through the list of Avengers.
His own phone buzzes and he checks it. It’s a text from Peter.
“Perfect timing,” Harley smiles and looks up the username, “Now you’re following Thor.”
Loki shoots to his feet and immediately snatches the phone to jab his index finger against the screen violently, “How do I unfollow?” He demands, “Blast this wretched device! I just gave him a heart on his photo - how do I remove it?” He shows Harley.
Harley takes a good look. Thor had posted a photo of him and Peter taking a selfie, both of them holding up poptarts with matching grins. Loki had been the first like.
Harley smiles with mirth, “Sorry, Loki, but you can’t unlike something,” He lies.
Loki lets out a shout of frustration, “Stupid mortal concept!” He snarls, “There must be a way to remove it!”
Harley shrugs helplessly, “Well, the only way to get rid of it would be if Thor removes the post.”
Loki immediately starts storming towards the elevator, his green cloak flowing behind him.
“Hey, where are you going?” Harley calls after him from the couch, unbothered to follow.
“I am going to force Thor to delete the photograph before he sees that I liked it,” Loki proclaims as if it’s obvious before he disappears into the elevator.
Harley snorts with a grin, “Good luck. dude!”