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crimson_graces2017-02-17 06:33 pm
marching) wrote in crimson_graces2017-02-17 06:33 pm
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prompts, lyrics, starters, texts.
pick a muse, pick any muse
prompts, lyrics, starters, texts.
pick a muse, pick any muse
( this isn't a romcom. she's past the point in her life that meet cutes were charming. wait, were they ever charming? no, actually, they weren't. or she's managed to so thoroughly convince herself that just because she needs to be a hero more than she needs people in her life, that she is no longer affected by things she might have once found cute.
so the hand that presses at her spine as someone nearly walks into her with a tray of coffee doesn't affect her in the slightest. the fact she's getting saved for once does not really do anything to sway her attentions one way or another. the reality that she totally had the reflexes to avoid that (and not to avoid being swept up in someone trying to protect her sweater from at least three different pumpkin spice lattes?) means it's not as romantic as it might look to passerby.
she's still stunned enough by the moment that she gapes, for a moment.
she gapes longer when she realizes who it is. ) MJ? From Midtown? ( you don't forget a face like that, and god damnit, recognizing the hottie she'd chewed through pens daydreaming about doesn't add anything to this moment, either. She Refuses. and... god, she's still just standing there, in his arms, isn't she? she scrambles back with absolutely no elegance, trying to push up glasses she's not even wearing right now. well, this is going super great. ) Ah. Thanks. I guess. ( she shrugs, as if her heart isn't beating a little faster, and her cheeks aren't suddenly a little brighter.
nope. didn't affect her at all. )
so the hand that presses at her spine as someone nearly walks into her with a tray of coffee doesn't affect her in the slightest. the fact she's getting saved for once does not really do anything to sway her attentions one way or another. the reality that she totally had the reflexes to avoid that (and not to avoid being swept up in someone trying to protect her sweater from at least three different pumpkin spice lattes?) means it's not as romantic as it might look to passerby.
she's still stunned enough by the moment that she gapes, for a moment.
she gapes longer when she realizes who it is. ) MJ? From Midtown? ( you don't forget a face like that, and god damnit, recognizing the hottie she'd chewed through pens daydreaming about doesn't add anything to this moment, either. She Refuses. and... god, she's still just standing there, in his arms, isn't she? she scrambles back with absolutely no elegance, trying to push up glasses she's not even wearing right now. well, this is going super great. ) Ah. Thanks. I guess. ( she shrugs, as if her heart isn't beating a little faster, and her cheeks aren't suddenly a little brighter.
nope. didn't affect her at all. )
[ It's just Emma's luck; knocked up by the godlike equivalent of a golden retriever, and the kid has to take after her. Of course she does, because how else would she get to experience all of the miserable sleepless nights she missed out on the first time by giving up Henry? (And even then, she had plenty of sleepless nights out of sheer guilt, so it's not like she missed all that much.) Seems like the little girl screaming in her arms is determined to give them more than their share of new parent memories, and that would be easier to take if she wasn't running on two hours of sleep to begin with.
To no one's surprise, Thor's been handling all of this better than she does. He's approached fatherhood with bright-eyed enthusiasm instead of crippling fear, and maybe, to their daughter, that makes all the difference. Her cries get a little softer when he takes the baby in an effort to try to soothe the child's mother, and it's not lost on an incredibly exhausted Emma that their daughter seems impossibly smaller in the arms of a man who could practically balance their kid in his palm.
She should be nicer to him, she knows she should. Thor's seen the best and the very worst of her during the year he's spent in Storybrooke, but they were only together a handful of times before she was sending her mother to the drug store to buy her a pregnancy test so that the rest of the town wouldn't find out before he did. When telling him she was pregnant didn't end with a disappearance or an eleven month sentence, she took that for what it was worth and tried to convince herself that she'd be fine no matter what Thor decided he wanted to do.
Over the last few months Emma has tested him, argued with him, let her moods take her in nearly every direction, and ended up a tearful mess of I don't know if I can do this again when he saw right through it. Maybe they can do this after all, because no matter how hard she's tried to push him away, he's still here. Smiling. At three in the morning.
And their grumpy, nameless new daughter is about ready to fall asleep in his arms.] You can stop making this look easy at any time.
To no one's surprise, Thor's been handling all of this better than she does. He's approached fatherhood with bright-eyed enthusiasm instead of crippling fear, and maybe, to their daughter, that makes all the difference. Her cries get a little softer when he takes the baby in an effort to try to soothe the child's mother, and it's not lost on an incredibly exhausted Emma that their daughter seems impossibly smaller in the arms of a man who could practically balance their kid in his palm.
She should be nicer to him, she knows she should. Thor's seen the best and the very worst of her during the year he's spent in Storybrooke, but they were only together a handful of times before she was sending her mother to the drug store to buy her a pregnancy test so that the rest of the town wouldn't find out before he did. When telling him she was pregnant didn't end with a disappearance or an eleven month sentence, she took that for what it was worth and tried to convince herself that she'd be fine no matter what Thor decided he wanted to do.
Over the last few months Emma has tested him, argued with him, let her moods take her in nearly every direction, and ended up a tearful mess of I don't know if I can do this again when he saw right through it. Maybe they can do this after all, because no matter how hard she's tried to push him away, he's still here. Smiling. At three in the morning.
And their grumpy, nameless new daughter is about ready to fall asleep in his arms.] You can stop making this look easy at any time.
[It's really not as hard as she makes it out to be. Babies like to be near things warm and safe and familiar, everything Emma is whether she realizes it or not. Thor just has the added perks of being a little larger and a little warmer. Children are a blessing where he comes from, and she's so very tiny. How scary could she really be?
Ask him that question again, when she's fifteen years older and finding an interest in boys and how Not Fond of that he'll be.
Thor smiles at her, even when she practically tells him to stop. He's happy here. He's found a good woman, had a beautiful daughter with her, nobody's actively trying to kill them, and his brother hasn't managed to reach this place and ruin everything. It's practically Valhalla. He shifts the baby to his shoulder, running a large hand along her back.]
She knows you're afraid. [Like he's a baby whisperer.] You know more than you think. You should trust your instincts.
Ask him that question again, when she's fifteen years older and finding an interest in boys and how Not Fond of that he'll be.
Thor smiles at her, even when she practically tells him to stop. He's happy here. He's found a good woman, had a beautiful daughter with her, nobody's actively trying to kill them, and his brother hasn't managed to reach this place and ruin everything. It's practically Valhalla. He shifts the baby to his shoulder, running a large hand along her back.]
She knows you're afraid. [Like he's a baby whisperer.] You know more than you think. You should trust your instincts.
[ Well that make three of them, doesn't it? Emma knows she's afraid, Thor knows she's afraid. Might as well add in the little person she carried with her for all those months. Henry knows it, too, but his approach to dealing with his mom is a little more subtle. He's been sticking close lately, both because he loves his little sister and thinks Thor is pretty damn cool, but the constant reminders of their new family being a good thing aren't lost on her.
Make that a good, permanent thing, because that one helps more than anyone would think. She's so used to their family barreling into disaster that the only surprise of the baby's arrival was how normal it was. No shortage of swearing (she taught Thor some new words), and a decent amount of crying, but she's blaming it on hormones. Sometimes it's hard not to get emotional about the family she never thought she'd find.] Maybe my instincts tell me to be afraid.
[After all, she's seen how easily love and family tend to slip right through their fingers.] I guess, I don't know - maybe it's just going to take some time. [ He's patient with her, he knows she needs it sometimes. Emma helps herself to a seat in the rocking chair that Marco and August made for them, a small smile settling on tired features.] I'm glad you're not afraid, though. I see you with her and I know what she's feeling. David makes me feel the same way.
Make that a good, permanent thing, because that one helps more than anyone would think. She's so used to their family barreling into disaster that the only surprise of the baby's arrival was how normal it was. No shortage of swearing (she taught Thor some new words), and a decent amount of crying, but she's blaming it on hormones. Sometimes it's hard not to get emotional about the family she never thought she'd find.] Maybe my instincts tell me to be afraid.
[After all, she's seen how easily love and family tend to slip right through their fingers.] I guess, I don't know - maybe it's just going to take some time. [ He's patient with her, he knows she needs it sometimes. Emma helps herself to a seat in the rocking chair that Marco and August made for them, a small smile settling on tired features.] I'm glad you're not afraid, though. I see you with her and I know what she's feeling. David makes me feel the same way.
[ Resigning from the hospital was difficult since Matthew enjoyed being able to help people, even bring smiles to their faces when possible. But it was too difficult to keep seeing David there. Too... painful. And Emma was right in warning him against getting involved. David was a married man. That's all there was to it. He would eventually remember what he needed to and Matthew couldn't interfere with that.
He had seen the lights for David's welcome home party as he walked back home and tried to busy himself as best he could, not wanting to think about the other man. Reading wasn't working neither was watching anything on tv so hanging up new bird houses at night it was.
He certainly didn't expect to hear David's voice nearby, nearly making him fall off the ladder in his jerking from surprise. Head whipping over to see and yep. There he was. On the other side of the fence. Matt feels blindly for the bark of the tree with one hand. ]
David.
He had seen the lights for David's welcome home party as he walked back home and tried to busy himself as best he could, not wanting to think about the other man. Reading wasn't working neither was watching anything on tv so hanging up new bird houses at night it was.
He certainly didn't expect to hear David's voice nearby, nearly making him fall off the ladder in his jerking from surprise. Head whipping over to see and yep. There he was. On the other side of the fence. Matt feels blindly for the bark of the tree with one hand. ]
David.
Edited 2017-02-23 04:27 (UTC)
[A comparison to her father! Well, there's a compliment. She'll never be able to fool him from now on, he know she cares for him. The prince is a good man. Someone worthy of being compared to. Thor thinks that if he's half the man Prince Charming is and half the father his own father Odin was, then he may do alright by this little girl in his arms.
He'll even drag Emma along for the ride, even when she digs her heels in and tries to reject her own happiness.]
You're great with Henry. [He's seen her with her son many times over the last several months. It was one of the first things he was treated to upon his arrival. The love there is obvious. It comes easier to her than she thinks.]
She is just smaller and nameless.
He'll even drag Emma along for the ride, even when she digs her heels in and tries to reject her own happiness.]
You're great with Henry. [He's seen her with her son many times over the last several months. It was one of the first things he was treated to upon his arrival. The love there is obvious. It comes easier to her than she thinks.]
She is just smaller and nameless.
[Everything has felt so wrong since he woke up. The only thing that's made any sense has been the attractive volunteer from the hospital. Maybe it was because his was the first face that he saw or he remembers him speaking to him while he was in the coma. Or because he still can't remember anything from his life before the coma.
They tell him he's married to Kristopher but he doesn't feel anything for him. David thinks that even if he can't remember him, something in his soul should recognize the person he's supposed to love. He shouldn't be standing in the middle of a party meant for him and nothing clicks in his head. They all seem very nice and friendly and understanding.
David doesn't want to talk to a single one of them.
He slips out after he finishes the dishes. It was just meant to be a walk, to clear his head and he doesn't realize where he's headed until he spots him. Matthew. Doing something in a tree. Probably not smart to startle him, he realizes after the school teacher nearly falls off the ladder.]
Do you often do yard work in the dark?
They tell him he's married to Kristopher but he doesn't feel anything for him. David thinks that even if he can't remember him, something in his soul should recognize the person he's supposed to love. He shouldn't be standing in the middle of a party meant for him and nothing clicks in his head. They all seem very nice and friendly and understanding.
David doesn't want to talk to a single one of them.
He slips out after he finishes the dishes. It was just meant to be a walk, to clear his head and he doesn't realize where he's headed until he spots him. Matthew. Doing something in a tree. Probably not smart to startle him, he realizes after the school teacher nearly falls off the ladder.]
Do you often do yard work in the dark?
Do you often skip out on your own parties?
[ He actually feels himself smirk some at that before he remembers himself and looks back down at the birdhouse he had been trying to put up. It was just... so easy to talk to him. From the day he finally opened his eyes and was no longer the sleeping John Doe. And yet it hurt to just look at him let alone hear him.
Matt shifts on the ladder before putting a knee on the top step and going back to what he was doing, hoping maybe if he ignored the other man he might take the hint and leave. ]
[ He actually feels himself smirk some at that before he remembers himself and looks back down at the birdhouse he had been trying to put up. It was just... so easy to talk to him. From the day he finally opened his eyes and was no longer the sleeping John Doe. And yet it hurt to just look at him let alone hear him.
Matt shifts on the ladder before putting a knee on the top step and going back to what he was doing, hoping maybe if he ignored the other man he might take the hint and leave. ]
I don't know.
[David says it easily and with a smile that it's hard to tell at first that he's actually making fun of himself and not just making a joke. He honestly has no idea if he's that kind of man. He imagines he'll go home later and Kristopher will be upset and the only thing he'll be able to do is shrug at his husband and go to bed.
Is he the kind of man who cheats on his husband? Apparently he's the kind of man who thinks about it, since he doesn't stick his hands into his jacket and move on. Matthew Blanchard is too interesting to pass along.]
Need any help?
[David says it easily and with a smile that it's hard to tell at first that he's actually making fun of himself and not just making a joke. He honestly has no idea if he's that kind of man. He imagines he'll go home later and Kristopher will be upset and the only thing he'll be able to do is shrug at his husband and go to bed.
Is he the kind of man who cheats on his husband? Apparently he's the kind of man who thinks about it, since he doesn't stick his hands into his jacket and move on. Matthew Blanchard is too interesting to pass along.]
Need any help?
[ There's barely any fooling him to begin with. The closer they get, the more confident he seems in a relationship she's barely able to wrap her head around. Emma does care for him in ways she hasn't put words to - ways she doesn't even like to think of. Falling in love with a handsome thief when she was a teenager was a hell of a lot different than everything she's had with Thor. He's brave, strong; a hero, as everyone in Storybrooke is so quick to mention. She might be the savior here, but sometimes it's hard to feel like she's on equal footing with him.
And if that's just one more thing Emma thinks herself undeserving of, it's no fault of his. She's thought that about everyone from the parents who've tried to support her through this to the aforementioned small, nameless daughter.]
She won't be nameless forever. [ But compromising on a name that's respectable in both realms is a little harder than expected. Maybe its the universe's way of reminding her just what an odd match they are.] We just need to settle on something we both like. [Something that fits a little girl who is pretty damn cute.]
And if that's just one more thing Emma thinks herself undeserving of, it's no fault of his. She's thought that about everyone from the parents who've tried to support her through this to the aforementioned small, nameless daughter.]
She won't be nameless forever. [ But compromising on a name that's respectable in both realms is a little harder than expected. Maybe its the universe's way of reminding her just what an odd match they are.] We just need to settle on something we both like. [Something that fits a little girl who is pretty damn cute.]
[Ingeborg is a beautiful and proud name in Asgard. But he is willing to admit it would go unappreciated on Midgard. Perhaps in this Enchanted Forest her parents hail from, but none of them are going back there any time soon and he's gotten the very firm impression that the people of this town are trying their hardest to move on from there, and to make their home here for good.
He understands. He misses Asgard at times but if going back there meant he had to give up his little family here, to forgo Emma and their daughter, he wouldn't be able to make the trade.]
A task not fit for the middle of the night, I think. Or she'll end up being named Emma Jr.
He understands. He misses Asgard at times but if going back there meant he had to give up his little family here, to forgo Emma and their daughter, he wouldn't be able to make the trade.]
A task not fit for the middle of the night, I think. Or she'll end up being named Emma Jr.
You know me well enough to know that I'd never let you call her Emma Jr. [That's almost as bad as Ingeborg, or Thor's first idea of naming a kid after her mother; Svanhild. There's no amount of good intentions that could save their daughter from being teased out of kindergarten with the name options Asgard offers.]
No Emma Jr., no Thora, nothing that makes her sound like something that gets shopped around by a pharmaceutical rep.
[This shouldn't be as difficult as it is. And if Emma takes it personally (as she has everything for the past three months), it feels like she's failing her daughter a little earlier than expected.] Maybe we should just call her Baby, it worked in Dirty Dancing. [Unfortunately, she can't remember whether she made Thor sit through that one or not.]
No Emma Jr., no Thora, nothing that makes her sound like something that gets shopped around by a pharmaceutical rep.
[This shouldn't be as difficult as it is. And if Emma takes it personally (as she has everything for the past three months), it feels like she's failing her daughter a little earlier than expected.] Maybe we should just call her Baby, it worked in Dirty Dancing. [Unfortunately, she can't remember whether she made Thor sit through that one or not.]
[His face should say everything-- Thor has no idea what this Baby or the Dirty Dancing is about. He can make a few guesses but as with many things on Midgard, he tends to overshoot it completely.]
Perhaps she is too young to be dancing in a dirty fashion.
[Try ever. There are women like that on his home planet, and no daughter of his will be anything but a strong, fierce warrior.]
Perhaps she is too young to be dancing in a dirty fashion.
[Try ever. There are women like that on his home planet, and no daughter of his will be anything but a strong, fierce warrior.]
[Yeah, okay. Even in the middle of the night, there's no way Emma's not laughing at that.]
You brought this on yourself, Thor. If dinner and a movie hadn't ended in you knocking me up, you'd know some of the classics by now.
[Maybe it wasn't entirely dinner and a movie to begin with. More like dinner and a movie as an excuse to find someplace private and rip each other's clothes off - and Emma might be willing to take some of the blame on that. Not that she'll ever tell him.
The tiny bundle in his arms is already worth the nine months of misery.]
So, Baby's a no?
[Baby is a no.]
You brought this on yourself, Thor. If dinner and a movie hadn't ended in you knocking me up, you'd know some of the classics by now.
[Maybe it wasn't entirely dinner and a movie to begin with. More like dinner and a movie as an excuse to find someplace private and rip each other's clothes off - and Emma might be willing to take some of the blame on that. Not that she'll ever tell him.
The tiny bundle in his arms is already worth the nine months of misery.]
So, Baby's a no?
[Baby is a no.]
It's certainly lacking in a certain... something.
[Like being an actual name. What happens when their daughter is grown and no longer a baby, Emma. That will just be confusing and mean to this wonderful angel. Anyone who met her would be expecting a child and they would get a full grown woman instead. Imagine the pandemonium!]
It takes two to make a daughter, Emma.
[Like being an actual name. What happens when their daughter is grown and no longer a baby, Emma. That will just be confusing and mean to this wonderful angel. Anyone who met her would be expecting a child and they would get a full grown woman instead. Imagine the pandemonium!]
It takes two to make a daughter, Emma.
[ He glances over at the other man when he hears that tone. Matt actually forgot for a moment that he wouldn't know that. He holds back a sigh and goes back to the bird house. ]
No, thank you.
[ Even though the ladder is tipping slightly forward and Matt has to rear back to stop it from falling over. He sighs through his nose anyway. Dammit. ]
I got this, okay? You should get back to your party.
No, thank you.
[ Even though the ladder is tipping slightly forward and Matt has to rear back to stop it from falling over. He sighs through his nose anyway. Dammit. ]
I got this, okay? You should get back to your party.
Try telling that to my father. I'm pretty sure David thinks you glanced my way with your Asgardian good looks, and nine months later our kid was born.
[ It's some kind of weird man crush that Emma hasn't given a lot of thought to. Honestly, it's kind of nice having someone in her life who gets along with her parents. She can't imagine someone not liking Thor, aside from the usual (terrible) suspects, and Regina. No real surprise there. Anything that keeps Henry at the loft more often than the Mansion is a problem for her.
Which probably includes the little one who's hopefully going to snooze for a few hours.]
You're just that magical around here.
[ It's some kind of weird man crush that Emma hasn't given a lot of thought to. Honestly, it's kind of nice having someone in her life who gets along with her parents. She can't imagine someone not liking Thor, aside from the usual (terrible) suspects, and Regina. No real surprise there. Anything that keeps Henry at the loft more often than the Mansion is a problem for her.
Which probably includes the little one who's hopefully going to snooze for a few hours.]
You're just that magical around here.
[That's ridiculous, Emma and you know it. There's no way a man with two children of his own thinks that's actually how she got pregnant. Asgardians are not so different from humans. In fact, David often reminds him of a dear friend of his.]
I don't have magic.
[The Bifrost bridge makes perfect sense. Honest. So does owning a hammer that no one but him can lift.]
At least not like your Regina or Mr. Gold do. It's fascinating. I think Heimdall would love to speak to them someday.
I don't have magic.
[The Bifrost bridge makes perfect sense. Honest. So does owning a hammer that no one but him can lift.]
At least not like your Regina or Mr. Gold do. It's fascinating. I think Heimdall would love to speak to them someday.
I think that would be a short conversation.
[Considering Regina's lack of patience for anyone at all and Gold's ulterior motives, it'd be over before it started. She can see the interest, but it wouldn't get them very far.]
And you have super powers, Thor.
[He can fly, he runs around with a hammer, he came from outer space - technically that probably makes him an alien, but she likes her version of it better. Sounds more friendly.]
... Is Nameless over there going to have those, too? I'm not judging, at least she won't be a savior.
[Probably.]
[Considering Regina's lack of patience for anyone at all and Gold's ulterior motives, it'd be over before it started. She can see the interest, but it wouldn't get them very far.]
And you have super powers, Thor.
[He can fly, he runs around with a hammer, he came from outer space - technically that probably makes him an alien, but she likes her version of it better. Sounds more friendly.]
... Is Nameless over there going to have those, too? I'm not judging, at least she won't be a savior.
[Probably.]
[Technically the hammer does the flying.... whatever, it's not important. As is debating something that boils down to magic in her world and science in his. The only magic he'll admit to on Asgard is Loki's and it's not as if his brother was actually from there.
Thor looks down and studies their little Nameless for a moment. She's sleeping soundly, appears to need for nothing and so he begins to make moves to place her in her cradle again. Slowly, gently, and when that's done and she doesn't wake, he turns to her mother.
And shrugs.]
I do not know. It's been hundreds of years since Asgardians and humans intermarried last. I imagine she would have to be raised on Asgard to embrace that side of her completely.
Thor looks down and studies their little Nameless for a moment. She's sleeping soundly, appears to need for nothing and so he begins to make moves to place her in her cradle again. Slowly, gently, and when that's done and she doesn't wake, he turns to her mother.
And shrugs.]
I do not know. It's been hundreds of years since Asgardians and humans intermarried last. I imagine she would have to be raised on Asgard to embrace that side of her completely.
[ If they have a sleeping baby again, maybe it's time to go back to bed. Emma pushes herself to her feet with a sigh, hugging her arms against her chest for warmth she'd rather borrow from Thor - until one word hits her harder than the rest of his answer, and she stands stiffer and straighter at the mere mention of it.]
Intermarried? We didn't intermarry, we -
[Inter-mated? Interfu - at least she has enough sense left in the middle of the night not to use that particular term, she's not entirely sure he'd like the sound of it.
His point is still there, that this is unusual, and their daughter's probably not going to have some unconventional soulbonding to a ridiculous weapon - but word choice, Thor.
Word choice.]
We had a kid. A very new, very small kid.
[Because that's less serious than a wedding, right?]
Intermarried? We didn't intermarry, we -
[Inter-mated? Interfu - at least she has enough sense left in the middle of the night not to use that particular term, she's not entirely sure he'd like the sound of it.
His point is still there, that this is unusual, and their daughter's probably not going to have some unconventional soulbonding to a ridiculous weapon - but word choice, Thor.
Word choice.]
We had a kid. A very new, very small kid.
[Because that's less serious than a wedding, right?]
You are not supposed to be in here.
( it's just facts. it's after hours, the factory is cold and dark and silent, and yes, perhaps a little creepy. he doesn't quite understand why teenagers find it so alluring to break into, it seems to be some rite of passage over at the high school, and it just makes James think the teenagers of Storybrooke need better coming of age traditions.
the girl startles, and that's fair. the whole sneak into the brewery thing is supposed to come with nobody there to notice. sorry to disappoint there, blondie, he is indeed still here. he clicks a torch on, illumuniating her in her absolute lack of stealth, looking less angry and bothered and more ... tired? disinterested? hey, at least catching an errant teenager is some distraction from his mind-numbing routine. )
What's it you're here for again? A six pack, isn't it?
( seriously. they needed a cooler coming of age tradition. )
( it's just facts. it's after hours, the factory is cold and dark and silent, and yes, perhaps a little creepy. he doesn't quite understand why teenagers find it so alluring to break into, it seems to be some rite of passage over at the high school, and it just makes James think the teenagers of Storybrooke need better coming of age traditions.
the girl startles, and that's fair. the whole sneak into the brewery thing is supposed to come with nobody there to notice. sorry to disappoint there, blondie, he is indeed still here. he clicks a torch on, illumuniating her in her absolute lack of stealth, looking less angry and bothered and more ... tired? disinterested? hey, at least catching an errant teenager is some distraction from his mind-numbing routine. )
What's it you're here for again? A six pack, isn't it?
( seriously. they needed a cooler coming of age tradition. )
[Really, Emma?]
That we did.
[He knows of her allergy to commitment and it's not as if Thor himself is in any rush to get married simply because they have a child together. He can be a modern man, too. Or more like, it's a big fucking deal when the heir to Asgard marries and he knows for a fact that neither he nor Emma are ready for that. He loves her, he loves their daughter, he's fond of her family but he loves it all here.
He can also say marriage without growing hives.]
I was speaking of what happened the last time Asgardians came to Midgard.
[Maybe someday they'll get married. But it won't be tonight. So he offers her his hand.]
To bed then?
That we did.
[He knows of her allergy to commitment and it's not as if Thor himself is in any rush to get married simply because they have a child together. He can be a modern man, too. Or more like, it's a big fucking deal when the heir to Asgard marries and he knows for a fact that neither he nor Emma are ready for that. He loves her, he loves their daughter, he's fond of her family but he loves it all here.
He can also say marriage without growing hives.]
I was speaking of what happened the last time Asgardians came to Midgard.
[Maybe someday they'll get married. But it won't be tonight. So he offers her his hand.]
To bed then?
[Look. She's just bored. It's not a dare, you have to have friends to get dared to anything and Emma gets along with them ok in class but it's pretty obvious there's a big difference between them and her. As in, she has a brain. There's two stoplights in this town, and everyone has a stepford feel to them and she doesn't hate it like she thought she would but old habits die hard and Granny's already busted her stealing from the grocery store twice.
Emma weighs her options for a moment and then turns around with her hands up. She's expecting some old man, fat and full of the beer they make here and what she gets is someone young and well. Hot. Suddenly, it's totally worth it. David will ground her and she will have spent a few minutes ogling a hot boy.]
If I say yes, will you give me one?
Emma weighs her options for a moment and then turns around with her hands up. She's expecting some old man, fat and full of the beer they make here and what she gets is someone young and well. Hot. Suddenly, it's totally worth it. David will ground her and she will have spent a few minutes ogling a hot boy.]
If I say yes, will you give me one?
( that's really not the answer he's expecting. panicking, something about how she'll go, blah blah blah don't call the sheriff, that would be what he's expecting. certainly not vying for something she should know full well he can't give her. she's a pretty thing, but she's also a pretty young thing, obviously young enough that she shouldn't be finagling her way into a drink.
he stares her down, stare not giving very much away. the silence doesn't offer a whole lot, either. he doesn't look like the sort of guy that would be willing to give a teenager a couple of beers, and frankly he's not. he looks exactly like he is, quiet, fairly unassuming, probably hasn't even parked illegally in his life. he should refuse, he knows that, and yet... )
Come on, let's go. ( the statement doesn't give her much of anything, but it's plenty likely he's just kicking her out. he's got a job to keep, after all. he flips the torch back off, mostly because he wants to loosen his tie and he doesn't have the hands for it if he's shining the highbeam at a strange blonde. impossible to tell in the dark that he only has one hand that can move, though. he tugs at his tie and moves closer, clearing his throat expectantly. you first, princess. )
he stares her down, stare not giving very much away. the silence doesn't offer a whole lot, either. he doesn't look like the sort of guy that would be willing to give a teenager a couple of beers, and frankly he's not. he looks exactly like he is, quiet, fairly unassuming, probably hasn't even parked illegally in his life. he should refuse, he knows that, and yet... )
Come on, let's go. ( the statement doesn't give her much of anything, but it's plenty likely he's just kicking her out. he's got a job to keep, after all. he flips the torch back off, mostly because he wants to loosen his tie and he doesn't have the hands for it if he's shining the highbeam at a strange blonde. impossible to tell in the dark that he only has one hand that can move, though. he tugs at his tie and moves closer, clearing his throat expectantly. you first, princess. )
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