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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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.

"Of course, it doesn't even begin to the little joys like actually being able to sleep regularly at night, thanks to you." It's significantly altered her schedule, if she's honest, but in a way that is far more good than bad. She didn't think she could settle into that pattern so easily.

"You did not sleep?" This is news to Thor. He's always had a pretty regular schedule when he's not off fighting dragons or waking up from nightmares. He likes sleeping.

"A few hours at a time at different times of day and night." Not exactly no sleep, but she admits it wasn't overly healthy. Very little of her life was spent with regular hours because there was no reason for them. Food and whatever else she needed was available at pretty much any time, day or night, in the city.

He hums a little, frowning. "That does not sound healthy, dearest." He's not exactly chiding her, just making a statement. He's glad, at least, that he's managed to encourage her to stick to more normal hours. Plus, that has the added bonus of getting to sleep with her, which is pretty nice.

"It's not," she admits before taking a drink of the wine with her free hand. Her choices vary from very healthy to the exact opposite because of a combination of stubbornness and her odd wiring. Know it and own it has become her motto of choice. "Which makes you a good influence."

"Well, of that I am glad," he replies dryly, lifting his eyebrow at her.

She gives him a cheeky grin. "Okay, a good influence most of the time."

"I will take most over none." And yep, he winks at her again before reaching for his wine.

"As will I."

She enjoys the sight of him in his suit in the restaurant probably most of all because even in the trappings of modern social expectations, there's still something about him that's larger than life. A spark that she'd recognize immediately in a crowded room.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask earlier, but how are things going with the Avengers?"

He feels a little like a child playing dress-up, if he's honest, in clothes he's not used to, clothes that feel strange against his skin. But any mild discomfort he may experience while wearing them is more than worth the sight of her in her dress and her heels, the appreciative cant to her head when she looks at him, the envious stares of the other patrons. Yeah, they're a hot couple, he's well aware.

"No need for apologies, my sweet." He shrugs a little. "It seems we have decided to leave SHIELD," he admits, this time managing to lower his voice so the other people around can't hear him. "We still fight amongst ourselves. Stark and the Captain are still estranged. Banner and the lady Widow are enjoying a dalliance, for which I am glad -- they both deserve the peace a lover brings -- and the mighty Hawkeye is...well. He is himself. I know not what our future will bring us."

They have that much in common. Ele would feel no more natural if she was dressed up in Asgardian gear than she is at the moment. She views it as camouflage, and that helps. If it makes her seem like she belongs in this social circle, then she'll wear it with pride.

Ele listens attentively to the story, making mental note of who stands where and the relationships they form. She dislikes complicated social networks, that doesn't mean she won't try to track them when it comes to understanding Thor's life. "Fewer resources. Less back up. More government challenges. Small fractures will mean more. Freedom from influence will probably be worth it."

He'd like to see her dressed in Asgardian garb. It would be just one more claim he has on her, and the thought warms something inside him. Plus, he's fairly certain his mother's handmaidens would go nuts over her hair.

Thor's life is very complicated. But if she thinks the Avengers are bad, she should wait 'till he tries to explain the complicated relationships the gods have with each other. "That is what we decided, yes. There was concern about being used by the government as puppets or attack dogs. I care little either way; no mortal body shall command me to do what I do not wish to."

If they ever get chance, Ele wouldn't say no. She'd prefer it as a way not to stick out so much, even if her height makes that impossible. Fortunately, Ele has made peace with her height long ago.

She's getting hints of that from the Eddas. Although, her Thor hasn't mentioned being married yet, so she's taking them with a grain of salt. "Part of the concern might not be just what you do, but how the threat and the image of you is used to manipulate people."

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ack sorry, keep getting distracted by fighting

Fighting? That sounds interesting.

not actual fighting, fake RP fighting lol. I'm too lazy to acutally fight.

LOL! I'm gonna have to go read that now I've got a little more time and focus

Everyone's in different time zones, though, so it's hard to keep threads going :(

:[ That's a crying shame