aesirprince | 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 fancy veggie stew does smell pretty awesome. Thank you, Pixar, for not steering her wrong. "Would you like a taste?"

He laughs, shaking his head. "Best not to, methinks," he replies. "You might not have any left for yourself."

Ele leans in, carefully so her hair doesn't end up any sauce or wine. "Somehow I trust my gallant love not to leave me that unsatisfied."

He waggles his eyebrows at her. "I have not been known to leave anyone unsatisfied, least of all you." He pauses for a second, then amends, "Well, I would hope I have not."

She gives herself a moment before answering, as if she has to consider her answer. "No, not a single complaint comes to mind. You're extremely gifted at leaving me satiated."

Yeah, now everyone is looking at them. See how few fucks Thor gives. "You deserve nothing less."

About as many as Ele. Anyone who's listening surely either pictured one or both of them naked already. Mostly Thor, because look at him, but she's pretty well aware how much of her chest is visible to anyone taller than her. "You have made that clear. Many times."

Well, let's face it, they look good naked. As Thor has told Matthew more than once, much to the poor man's dismay. Still don't care. "I simply desire you to believe me."

They do, and Ele could probably picture the look on Matthew's face at that particular revelation. For now, she'll just be focusing on her boyfriend in a suit. "I certainly seem to be coming around to your way of thinking."

It was rather hysterical.

He pops a bite of his stew into his mouth and smirks at her. "For which I am quite glad," he replies, thankfully after he had swallowed.

Ele and he have a relationship that would pretty much guarantee that.

Ele wasn't worried. If he spoke with open mouth, she'd just get to see the expression on the faces of their watchers. "Well, you are quite persuasive." Ele is going to remember to eat now.

Thor rather enjoys the relationship she shares with Matthew. It makes him far more comfortable to know that there's someone out there who's looking out for her.

He does have some manners. "Then I am doing my job." Smug Thor is smug.

Ele does seem to have managed to collect a few protectors. More than she's used to by far. The fact she likes them is just a bonus.

"Admirably, might I add." Ele is just going to take another bite in the sauciest way she can manage.

rp ☁ love in a foreign place

Oh man, I'd never be short on sleep again.

Seriously, it would make my life awesome.

All you'd ever have to do would be the fun parts.

Which is all anyone really wants anyway, so...

Of course it's impossible.

Sigh.

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