One of the Men

[Thor]

Thor watched as Red claimed the nearest bed. Thor claimed the bunk above his. He watched as his companion pulled out that strange orb from within himself. 'What strange magic this world has.' But even as he thought it he noticed how natural it looked in Red's hands. His hand moved toward his own chest, then stopped. Perhaps he could as Red to show him how to do it. He looked over the edge to see Red in deep concentration with the orb. Maybe he shouldn't interrupt him. With a mother and a brother who spent their days with sorcery rather than sword, Thor had learned the hard way the dangers of half-baked magic. He watched red study the orb intently for several minutes then suddenly a blade, identical to the one that his companion already possessed, fell to the ground. Thor was about to as Red if he would be willing to teach another that trick when a big bundle of fighting men burst through the door. 

"You're in my bunk new Meat." Said a rather large man. The other men gathered around the large man, clearly he was the alpha.

He was speaking to Red. Red got up and Thor's grip tightened on his Hammer. He watched Red walk up to the large man and stare him in the face for a good long moment. Thor smiled. 'Glory for Valhalla, Misfortune for our Enemies!' He shouted in his mind the verse his father had often said before sending him to bed. 'May you dream of Victory!" He readied himself to launch from his bunk as soon as Red launched his first strike. 

"Which beds are open then." Red said finally.

 
Thor watched his companion walk over to a bed near the restroom. He saw how shaken the big man was but that did not satisfy his craving. He let his grip on his hammer slacken. It was fine. The guard had promised a more exciting time the following day. He looked over at Red sleeping in the corner, alone. He could stay that way tonight. Denying a fight in Valhalla! Thor looked at a small man, little more than a boy. Not even two decades old yet most likely. He was just standing there, trying not to look at Thor. He was not a warrior. From the bruises and scrapes he sported it seemed like the other men were taking advantage of that. Thor looked at the kid once more then at his bunk. Then at the empty bunk above Red. Thor got up. 
"Take your bunk boy." Thor said as he walked past him to where Red was laying. He climbed into the top bunk and let sleep take hold.