Fey/Liljahilde

She tutts “not my eyebrows, the stuff I put on my eyebrows” she still can’t think of the word right now “ooo you look nice!” She gets distracted for a moment before she continues rushing around trying to find her gel “and yes, I am ‘fretting’… I’ve never been to a proper one before and I’m fucking terrified” she mumbles that last bit, hoping he didn’t hear her swear

"But you don't need to fret. Galas are simply a fun way to dress up and meet people in a formal setting." Thor smiles. Thor has only ever been to one Midgardian gala, and he was kicked out in the beginning stages for 'being a disruption'. Thor then pauses thoughtfully. "Must you put things on your eyebrows? I do not understand why you need it. You look beautiful already, young Emilia."

She smiles softly “thank you Thor, but it’s just to make sure everything stays in place” she finally finds the small tube and puts the gel on her eyebrows, looking in the mirror. She sighs, calming herself, slinging her purse over her shoulder “ok! I think I’m ready… it’s just dressing up and talking to people, nothing to stress about” she tries to reassure herself

"Indeed. And I will be with you. Now come along, before friend Rogers is angered by our tardiness." Thor teases, offering her his large and calloused hand so they can leave together. The gala isn't far, thankfully, but Thor figures that Emilia will feel better if he is with her.

Emilia giggles softly, taking his hand and playfully swinging it as they walk out “where even is this gala?” She was honestly more focussed on getting dressed up and freaking out to work out the details

"Friend Stark says he threw this Gala at a nearby 'expo center'. I haven't a clue what that means. But he declared we would be riding within an elongated carriage to get there." Thor leads Emilia to the elevator.

“A limo?” She corrects with a small smile “as long as someone knows where we’re going then I think I’m good” she giggles. She holds her excess dress fabric in her hands as she steps out of the elevator with Thor

Thor and Emilia get to the limo. He looks confused, as the limo is very low to the ground. He turns to the chauffeur. "This elongated carriage, are you certain I will be comfortable inside? It looks rather small."

Emilia gets in the limo as the driver reassures Thor “there’s more space inside, plus it’s a short drive anyway” Emilia cuts him off “Thor! Get in!” She calls out excitedly, unsure of the issue

Thor ducks down to look around in the limo. "Is there a 'weight limit'? Stark to me I need to ask now after the original incident. I broke a vehicle he liked." Thor asks, looking around in the spacious Limo. He says the words "weight limit" like they're foreign and he doesn't understand what they truly entail.

Oh, so when YOU grab a Danish for a quick snack, it's a guilt-free, tasty little treat. But when I, Grendel,

hate when I type :) and this 🙂 fucker appears. Go away you evil soul

tonight it's just you me and the cast iron grub

bilbo baggins

Easter’s over, you know what that means

IT’S HALLOWEEN

iT’S ONLY APRIL

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

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