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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Hey, she's dating a demigod. Who knows what could happen.

If he meant an actual carriage, he'd be using his own, which would be pulled by motherfucking goats. Oh yeah, that's romantic. "We have been romantically involved for a month now. I was told that one should mark occasions such as these with celebration."

Are you kidding? Ele would totally lose her mind and adore the goats. She pretends to be all hard ass, but she only ever seen goats at a zoo. Asgardian goats would be amazing.

She beams with contentment up at him. "Going out to dinner after you got me beautiful flowers only to come home with you seems like a great celebration. I've got a few small gifts for you, too."

Thor loves his goats. To have her fawn over them would be awesome.

He's very careful to help guide her out her door and down the stairs, remembering her unsteadiness the last time she wore heels. He doesn't want her to twist her ankle, after all. That would be a terrible derailment of their plans. "You did? My sweet, you need not have done that. I am content simply with the gift of your company."

She would love on them. Ele claims not to be a pet person. Anyone who's ever seen her with any animal ever knows she's lying.

This is definitely a steadier day than the last time, but stairs are evil, and Thor's arm is always a wonderful thing. There's no steadier assistance when it comes to walking. "It was never about need. It's because I love you, and I wanted to do something that would make you happy."

He knows all about her secret pet feelings. He's seen her with Humperdink, after all. And her reaction to him with Humperdink.

The smile that spreads across his face when she mentions love is probably pretty ridiculous looking, but he doesn't care much. She loves him. That's awesome. "You always make me happy, Elenore."

She loves animals. She loves her animals. Someone she loves who likes her animals? Ele might have proposed then and there on another day. But she's not a pet person. Nope.

He kind of looks like a dork. The fact he kind of looks like a dork just makes him all that more attractive in the moment. She will have to say she loves him more. "And so do you, so there's no reason to not try for a little more. Also, they're pretty goofy, so just be ready for that."

There'll probably be many more opportunities for her heart to explode when he plays with her rats in the lab as he's waiting for her to finish something or other. Thor tends to get bored easily. The rats would be an easy distraction.

He won't complain if she wants to tell him more often. He grins at her, shrugging. "I will like them all the more for their ridiculousness." He doesn't care what they are, that she thought to get him anything at all is enough. And if they're funny, that's even better. He'll think of her and he'll laugh and those are both very good things.

He will find that that's a far too easy way to get her to make googly eyes at him. Her rats are her babies, and he's her love. The combination is kind of the best thing in the world.

"Well then, good." She snuggles a little closer as they get outside through the door. Seeing no carriage, she guesses that the waiting car might be what he means.

She's got excellent eyes for making them go googly. And, of course, he'd love anything about them, even when she looks a little silly.

He does, indeed, mean the car. "My lady." He carefully lets go of her so he can open the car door and offer her a hand inside, sliding in after her once she's situated. The SHIELD intern in the front seat whistles beneath his breath, which both makes Thor puff up with pride -- yeah, she's his girlfriend, suck it! -- and glower menacingly at him -- back off, bitch -- in the rearview mirror.

There's just something great to be said about a gallant prince. Especially when she gets to say it's her gallant prince, and he's opening the door for her. It makes it a little easier to get into the car without flashing anything other than leg. This is important, especially with the unknown guy in the car who whistles. So she remembers her manner enough to say, "Thank you."

Ele waits for Thor to get in and leans against him just slightly. It's not exactly hard to find an excuse given how much space he takes up, but the not so subtle is there and remarkably similar to the message of Thor's dirty look.

Thor looks mollified when she leans against him, reaching out to take her hand and lace their fingers together. He's usually not one for hand-holding -- mostly just because it's not really a thing for him -- but today he feels the need. Also, he's a little concerned that if he wraps his arm around her or something, he's going to be tempted to get fresh with her, which is really not a good idea with another person in the car.

The ride to the restaurant isn't that long, thankfully, and he does what he did at her apartment just in reverse, getting out and offering her a hand.

Ele finds holding his hand soothing enough that she doesn't look at the intern with more than a moment's suspicion. Some instincts don't die easily, and hers are necessary tools. But she needed to tell him where the go since Ele hadn't mentioned the name before. The restaurant served french country style food, which meant large volume in a sophisticated style.

Which is exactly what they'll find out after she takes his hand to get out. The action is far less elegant than getting into the car. She wobbles and has to hold onto Thor with both hands before she takes a step. Not exactly the elegance she was hoping for, but at least he was there.

He's as steady as a rock as he helps her out of the car, a small smile on his face as he watches her wobble. It's endearing, okay, he can't help it. It's not like he thinks any less of her for it.

Once she's out and on her feet, he offers her his arm again. "Shall we?"

She forgives him for smiling at her wobbling for much the same reason he puts up with her teasing. It's okay when you know still matter and the other person person still cares. Besides, she gets to lean against him, and it's impossible not to admit she's not used to not being in closer contact with him when they're together.

She takes his arm and is steady again. "We shall."

She's like a little deer, still unsteady on its feet but graceful nonetheless. And it's true, he's used to holding her much closer than they stand now. He's a tactile dude, Thor is, he can't help wanting to touch constantly. It must be a bit of a shock for some people, but dammit, when he wants to cuddle, he'll cuddle! ...But that can wait for now.

He smiles down at her and steers them into the restaurant, letting her take point again. Even if she doesn't do this often, she knows way more about restaurants and reservations than he does.

the doesn't do this often, she knows way more about restaurants and reservations than he does.

Once they're in the restaurant, Ele starts to pretend that she has done this before. She isn't poor, but Ele doesn't really spend her time in expensive places. She has noticed one tendency among humans. Walk confidently in good clothes and the company of someone potentially scary, and people go with it. Thor qualifies, and so does she.

"Reservation for Odinson," she says with a surprisingly authoritative, if aloof, tone, meeting the maitre d's eyes. Years at a school where weakness led to abuse by other students had taught her how to do that. Besides, it saved her having to see how Thor reacted to her using his name.

Thor has eyes only for her, his gaze sharpening when she gives his name to the man behind the little podium. That's so hot. The casual way she says it is even better, like it's no big deal that she's lumping them together like that, accepting his claim to her like she wanted it all along. He's tempted to duck and kiss her hair again, but the eyes of the other patrons stop him -- despite what others may think, Thor does know how to conduct himself in public. That can wait. Instead, he squares his shoulders and puts on his prince face, looking down his nose at the maitre d' like he was one of his father's menservants whom he didn't particularly like. The combination of Thor's look and Ele's haughty demeanor has the man scurrying to find them their table, all helpful deference that Thor takes in stride.

He practically shoulders the man away so he can pull out Ele's chair for her, tucking it under her with a little wink before sitting opposite her.

She feels the shift in Thor's attention and the subtle shift in his posture when she uses his name. Closer, not pulling away. She stands a little straighter, and walks a little taller then, assuming that he had no problem with her using, and therefore claiming a right, to an association with him and his name. He is a prince who was showing, and she somehow, at least on earth, she wasn't falling short.

Of course, it helped that her date is willing to nearly knock the poor man over just to show her courtesy. Her frosty expression melts for him as he winks after helping her find her seat. Apparently he could cut through her persona with just a look.

"Thank you."

Oh, he doesn't have a problem with that, alright. He thinks that's awesome.

Thor is all about courtesy, and it's his job to look after his girlfriend, okay, that guy can just step off. Despite that little performance, he seems oblivious to the fact that most of the people in the restaurant are sneaking covert glances at them. Honestly, he's just used to being stared at.

"You are most welcome, my sweet."

Ele is getting moderately more comfortable with being stared at, but there is no doubt she'll be minding her p's and q's while they're out. Unless she gets distracted by her handsome boyfriend enough just to relax into things. Which, given the way her insides still flutter when he offers a little phrase, is highly likely.

"So far, so good, though I'm secretly hoping this isn't one of those French restaurants where there isn't a word of English on the menu," she says softly, trying to limit how far her voice carries.

Thor is not so good at modulating his voice, sorry Ele. Just kick him in the shins. "If you but read it to me, I will tell you what it says. Odin created the Allspeak, I can understand all the varied languages on Midgard."

It's a classy enough restaurant, and apparently they look enough like a patriarchal couple that the wine menu gets handed to him to look at. He immediately gives it to her, instead. He doesn't care if that somehow undermines his manliness or whatever, he's not going to try to figure out what the hell all that means. He just likes wine. He doesn't care about the different between a Merlot and a Cabarnet Sauvignon. Whatever.

The corners of her eyes crinkle with good humor at his loud offer. "If it's necessary, I'll ask you to forgive me for my pronunciation. I haven't had a language class in years."

Ele hides her amused smile at the reaction to the shift in menu. Thor is sending some interesting public signals between her taking the lead with the menu, the reservation, and his determination to make sure he's the one who handles her chair. Enough that she's glad she spent the money on the dress.

"A bottle of the Gaffeliere 1975," despite her comment about accent, Ele manages to sound confident as she orders a single bottle that costs more than her entire liquor cabinet.

He smiles at her, his eyes shining with laughter. We've been over this, Ele, he thinks you're the bees knees, even if you mangled the French terribly, he'd still think it was adorable. "I am sure you will perform admirably."

He's a modern man! Or something. Sif is one of his best friends, okay, she's physically beaten a lot of the typical gender-role mentality out of his thick skull. And Ele reminds him of her at times, so of course he's going to treat her like she's utterly capable of being self-sufficient. He just likes to pamper her a little sometimes, hence the chair thing. And pretty much everything else he does for her.

The waiter blinks a little, but since Thor seems unmoved by Ele's order, he nods and zips away to go collect that for them. Whatever. He has a company card, still, he's going to use it as often as he likes. Suck it, SHIELD!

Once they're alone, he reaches across the table and picks up her hand, stroking her fingers with his thumb. "My darling. You look even more enchanting by candlelight."

The bottle isn't the most expensive on the menu, but Ele was more than likely trying to stick it to the man when it comes to SHIELD. They stole hours of her time, and her going rate is obnoxious even by New York super scientist standards. Covering a nice dinner out with her boyfriend is incredibly cheap by comparison.

Her fingers curl gently around his hand, giving a subtle squeeze as she smiles at him. "Thank you, my love." She pauses and the smile grows. "I can't tell if the light dancing in your eyes is yours or the flicker of the candle."

He doesn't even know, nor does he care. It's cool. She can have her rebellion in peace.

"I assure you, it is all me," he murmurs, his smile twitching a little in response to hers. "I am simply overjoyed by your company." He says crazy hyperbolic shit like this all the time, but hopefully she's starting to realize that yeah, he actually does mean it. At least with her, he does.

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