The Avenger's Assistant - A Percy Jackson Crossover

*mild swear warning

"Thor? I thought you hated Thor?" Natasha raised an eyebrow.

"I need to talk to him. God stuff, if that's what you wanna call it." Percy explained.

"Um, okay, I guess. I can give you the coordinates of his village, but don't start any trouble. Seriously. Should I know why you want to meet him?"

"Just, something personal. Kinda? It's beneficial for mortals too, I swear." Percy promised.

The spy mumbled something about being referred to as a mortal, but went about looking up Thor's location on her computer. A minute late, Percy's phone buzzed. He had received a message from an unknown number that contained the directions.

"Hey, how'd you do that? You don't have my personal number."Percy interrogated.

Natasha sighed. "Don't worry about it."

"Can you, sorry, can you get me these in longitude and latitude?"

The woman gave him a sort of wtf face, but groaned and obliged. "Is that all?"

Percy held his hands up in defense, walking out of the room backwards. "Ok, yeesh. Understood."

Once he left, he focused on the numbers of the longitude and latitude and flashed to location. Light snapped around him and popcorn flew into Percy's face.

"Shit! What in Odin's name?" The unmistakable voice of Thor rang out.

The son of Poseidon's vision focused and he saw Thor on a couch next to two strange aliens, a rock-creature-thing and a shrimp looking insect. The room he found himself in was similar to a cabin or a shack of some sort, clothes piled in a corner, beer cans (and now popcorn) scattered about. It smelled rancid too.

"Hello," The rock alien spoke, "I'm Korg."

Percy waved awkwardly.

"Perseus! What the hell!" Thor flung his arms in the air. He looked to have lost a bit of his muscle and his hair was unkempt.

"Aw, dude, when was the last time you showered? And don't say when it was storming on the Stark Tower. Rain doesn't count." Percy plugged his nose and made a vomiting action.

"State your business, demigod. You are not welcome in New Asgard." Thor crossed his arms and pouted.

"Ouch, that hurts me. Right here." Percy crossed his hands over his heart. "I don't wanna be here either, but I need your help. Gods, those words felt gross to say."

"As fun as collecting seashells and making sandcastles-- or whatever the hell it is that you do--sounds, I'm trying to watch Avatar."

"Ooh, the animated one or the weird blue cat people one?" Percy asked.

"Blue cat people."

"Dude, we can have this whole task finished before the second act of that thing. It's like a 3 hour movie."

"I would rather not move. I am comfortable and you are nuisance."

"Gods, it's been eight months since I last saw you and you're already this far down the path of isolation and James Cameron movies. Don't worry, alcoholism looks great on you. Can you help me or not?" Percy replied.

Thor grunted and rolled his eyes. Korg gave him a little nudge with his elbow.

"I'm sorry, he's not usually like this. Well, that's a lie, but I'm trying to be nice. C'mon Thor, you need to get off your bum." Korg spoke in a hospitable, kind tone.