A KING'S PERSPECTIVE
Odin waited with an unreadable expression on his face as Thor and his mortal friends walked towards the throne. He could read much of their character just by looking at them.
The tall, blond one was a leader. He stood tall and proud, and Odin could see him shoot a warning look at the brunette with the goatee.
The brunette with the goatee was a trickster. Odin was reminded, with a pang, of Loki. But he could also see a haunted look in the brunette's eyes.
The one with the curly hair (Bruce) looked sick. He was pale and trembling, Odin wondered why he was in this state.
The one with the straight hair (Clint) was smart, clearly used to combat. His eyes flickered around the room, taking in threats. Odin could tell he was an archer by the way his hands kept flicking towards the direction of his back, where the quiver would be.
And the red-haired woman. She fascinated Odin the most. Like the archer, she took in all threats. She walked like a predator, and her feet made no noise as they hit the floor. Her eyes, though. They were haunted, like this woman had seen all horrors possible in the world.
"Father." Thor addressed, falling to one knee. His friends copied him. "May I present Steve. He gestured to the tall blonde. Tony. The brunette. Bruce. The sick. Clint. The archer. Natasha. The red-head.
"Friends of Thor." Odin's voice rang throughout the hall. "Welcome to Asgard. I have ignored many rules to allow you to be here, therefore if you betray our hospitality, the consequences will not be in any way softened because of your connection to my son." Thor frowned. "You will be here for one week. Now, go. I am sure Thor would like to take you to see Asgard's beauty."
Odin would normally never allow mortals in Asgard, but Thor had convinced him these ones were special. Odin wasn't so sure.
They would have to prove themselves.