aesirprince | rp ☁ love in a foreign place

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rp ☁ love in a foreign place

So Thor is pretty new to this dating game, he's not exactly sure what's expected of him. But from what he's gathered, anniversaries are important, even one-month ones. Which is why he was glad that his suit was finished in time for tonight. He still thinks they're weird, uncomfortable things, but he's willing to put up with it for the way Ele's eyes lit up when he mentioned it. Apparently human women like suits. And, if he's being honest with himself, he looks pretty damn good in this weird earth contraption.

Since they agreed he would come pick her up with one of the SHIELD cars in tow (no, he's not driving, he's got a lowly intern to chauffeur them around, much to the poor kid's combined delight and horror), he took his time getting ready, wanting to look nice for her. He even tied his hair back with one of Natasha's spare elastics; they ended up all over the place. Sometimes he thought she stashed them around just in case she ever decided she needed one but didn't have one handy in her pocket or something. In any case, it serves its purpose, keeping his hair out of his face as he walks up the endless flights of stairs to her door, flowers in hand. He's not sure why cut flowers are customary, they do die, after all, but that's what he's gathered, based on questions he's asked and romantic comedies he's been forced to watch, mostly by Darcy.

Adjusting the weird jacket he's been forced to wear, he knocks on Elenore's door, feeling uncharacteristically anxious.

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The waiter is clearly very relieved to have met with approval from one of them, at least, and he pours their glasses quickly before disappearing. It's probably safer far away.

Taking his cue from her, Thor doesn't drain his glass in one swallow like he would at the feast tables back home, he sips it slowly. It's nice wine. She chose well. He signals his approval with a nod of his own before leaning in a little more. "Tell me of your day. How do you fare with the Backahast corpse? Have you learned much from it?"

Ele is glad he seems to approve of her choice. She practically glows with it, even if she's seen how much and how easily he drinks what's at hand. She leans in towards him, also so she doesn't have to raise her voice.

"Most of the soft parts are currently out being treated so they don't rot any more than they already have. Right now I'm working with the hide and the bones. Comparing them with horses as we know them on earth, and other creatures. Little details, but they're very important. Especially as I reconstruct the skeleton."

He gets more details than she'd give most people, because she trusts him to tell her when she is boring him. Or grossing him out.

He killed the ruddy thing, he's not going to get grossed out by discussing its carcass. "And what have you found?" Okay, so he's partly humoring her because he knows it's important to her, but he also really is interested to find out what she's discovered. There are times their realms seem so similar, but so different at the same time. He wants to know why that is.

Her face lights up and she has to catch herself to remember how to phrase things. "On earth, we've found that our biggest sea animals used to be things that were like wolves, once upon a time. The backahast has striking similarities to these creatures, and to the horse. The horselike attributes are hard to explain, but the way it's like the other? Means we might be able to understand about the history of our world by how this creature lives."

He lets out a whistling breath between his teeth, raising his eyebrows. "Truly?" he asks, clearly impressed. "That is wonderful news."

What else is wonderful news is the implications this brings. He's not an idiot, he knows how important a discovery like this is, what it means to the scientific community as a whole. When Ele publishes her findings, she's going to be very famous. He likes the idea of his girl being successful.

Ele nods and beams at him. He seems to actually understand and consider his response to her. It matters that someone actually gets what she's going to attempt over time. Though she won't be publishing this particular set of information soon. Not too many people would buy her discovery if she didn't manage to get some official recognition for some of her other work. One thing at a time.

"Besides doing those more glorious pursuits, I also made feed for the rats and treats for Steve's dog, Moxie."

Thor's understanding of time is quite different from hers, it seems. Even if she takes years before publishing, he won't get impatient.

"Ah yes, Moxie. A noble hound, indeed." And a rather oddly-shaped one -- they don't have Corgis in Asgard -- but Thor has been quite happy to roughouse with the little creatures, laughing loudly as she barks at him when he steals her toys. Thor likes dogs. "You are too kind, my sweet."

He'll find that she appreciates his understanding of time. People expect science to move faster than it does, and Ele moves just about as fast as they expect, but she does it by working outside the system and the established rules. It's not the most ethical thing in the world, but it's something she has in common more than a few of Thor's colleagues.

Thor steals a little more of her heart with that one. No, liking dogs isn't uncommon, but it's a nice addition to the rest. "I haven't met her yet, but I'm looking forward to it. Baking wasn't any trouble, really. I had most of the supplies out for the rat food anyway, and I have the recipe from when I worked in a veterinarian's office."

As part and parcel of associating with all these rule-breakers, Thor has come to expect it of everyone. So it doesn't seem strange to him any more.

He doesn't know what a veterinarian's office is, but whatever. "I am sure little Moxie will be most appreciative of your labor. She is an enthusiastic beast, to be sure."

Poor Thor. This is what he gets for being surrounded by a bunch of vigilantes and black ops agents.

"Sounds like most of the corgis I've known, then."

Which is, of course, when the waiter arrives with menus. Apparently there was a scuffle over who was going to deal with the couple couple and he lost.

He's not complaining.

His attention turns to the waiter tasked with helping them, a wide smile on his face. The poor guy doesn't seem to know what to do with that after the performance they put on at their arrival.

The waiter pulls himself together enough to hand them each a menu, and mention the specials without falling over himself too much before disappearing to give them a little bit of time.

Ele opens the menu is relieved to see that while the names of the dishes are in French, the description is in English. "It looks like I won't be tormenting you with too much of my French."

Thor barely notices his disappearance.

"It would be as sweet a torment as any, I assure you." He winks at her from over his menu, perusing the offerings the restaurant has put before them, and is secretly glad he had a snack before coming to pick her up. Since he's not exactly hungry, he will probably be sated by just one or two dishes instead of his regular entire boar. You may or may not have shacked up with a pig, Ele, hate to break it to you.

Fortunately, he's a pretty handsome pig who fascinates her with his eating habits, so she'll be pleased and amused with his choice. Besides, she isn't sure how much of her food she'll be hungry for tonight, so she'll get a heck of a show. "Glad to know you're willing to put up with my faults."

"You have none, in my eyes." He spends some time trying to figure out what he wants before deciding he'll just go with the house specials for the night. They seemed interesting enough, and he doesn't have to make any hard decisions that way.

"Then I get to hope that that will never change." She puts the menu down after she notices a dish they only put on because of the Pixar movie. It suits her wants, and has the bonus of no meat to distract her.

"It will not." He reaches out over the table to stroke his fingertips down her fingers, smiling fondly at her in the flickering light of the candle.

"You make me so hopeful for the future I hardly know what to do with myself." Again, she bumps her ankle against his.

That is, of course the moment the waiter returns.

"That is well, for I too have high hopes for future endeavors together," he replies.

He lets his hand shift so he can slip his fingers around hers, not letting her go even when the waiter shows up again. He's got no problem with hand-holding in front of others. At the man's prompting, Thor asks for his specials, then turns his attention to his lady love.

She enjoys holding his hand, even in the face of the waiter and the rest of the watching room. Ele belongs here because she belongs with with Thor, and Thor belongs pretty much anywhere he thinks he does. When it's her turn, she smiles easily.

"I'll have the ratatouille." And yes, a movie about smart rats does appeal to her.

Thor belongs everywhere.

She needs to show it to him; he'll be utterly delighted by the cartoon rat, almost as delighted as he was by the Princess Bride. Once the waiter slinks away with their menus in hand, Thor squeezes her hand. "So, one month. It hardly feels like a day since I saw your beautiful face peering at me from behind that doorway."

Her thumb strokes the side of his hand as she thinks about her answer. A month since she met him, and so many things had changed in her life. Her life had changed so much in that time. Become so much better. "And it me it feels like more time and change than I've seen in years."

He smiles at their hands, squeezing hers a little in return. "Good changes, I hope," he murmurs, though he's fairly certain he knows the answer. He doubts she'd have made such an effort for him if she wasn't having a good time.

"The best kind of changes," she answers softly, looking at him with with a sincere warmth. It's hard to put words to what it really means to her. Largely because she can't imagine Thor ever feeling small and trapped.

"Good." He wishes he could take a picture of the way she looks right now. That little smile transforms her whole face. What he said all those nights ago stands; he wishes he was a painter or something, so he could capture the way she looks at him.

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