#rubysfoster

He'd been cooking or, at least, attempting to, having procured a few cooking books from the local charity shop around the corner. Asgard needed him less and less as the politics died down and were replaced with the Yule Tide festivities, so the chance to visit Ruby came up more often. 

He'd just put the gammon joint in the oven, in fact, and was mulling over the next few stages when his fiancée came in, her hands districting him from the mess strewn across the kitchen. His beaming smile didn't even waver at the new haircut, and the god leapt across the distance between them, his fingers replacing hers int he shortened locks.

Naturally, messing it up completely.

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[ I feel like this is my fault. just kidding. Maybe. XP ]

''For once,'' Baldr chuckled, an arm snaking around his love's waist with ease. She wasn't getting away that easily. ''you really will have to protect me.''

If Baldr knew what 'going on a night out' had really meant before actually leaving the apartment, he might have changed his mind about the whole thing. But, as it was, the god found himself walking down the streets of New York, hand in hand with Ruby, still trying to accustom to the jeans riding on his hips. Mortal clothing was tight, he'd realised, especially when his fiancée had persuaded him to wear the most revealing top she could find.

He may as well have gone half-naked, for all the coverage it gave him.

But they were drunk, giggling as they chased each other down the busy, party filled road. Crowds spilled out from bars, smokers, kissers, bouncers, all adding to the noise of the never-sleeping city. The atmosphere was intoxicating, and Baldr found himself drinking it in with every breath. Somewhere, he knew distantly, wars were being waged between monsters these mortals could never begin to dream of, on worlds never discovered. Civalisations were dying, realms burning, and yet... he found he didn't care.

Tonight, he could forget about the Ragnarok. He could ignore Asgard and all it's demanding, princely duties. He could forget about battle and bloodshed, about the nightmares that plagued him.

He was human tonight, and it was incredible.

Until the god glanced over to where Ruby had left, not after assuring him with a kiss and a smile she'd be back only a moment later after going to the toilet. She'd ended up, however, in the grasp of some stranger, a wily smirk and glimmering eyes that held no real warmth. 

His footsteps were driven by something subconcious, a jealous anger that screamed in his blood. How dare someone else touch his love. How dare they try and claim what was his.

To the warrior's credit, it was the stranger who struck first. Only to be surprised when Baldr didn't even blink at the fist that should have, technically, crumpled his nose.

((adsafa hush you! Baldr wouldn't be half the character he is now without Ruby being in his life. And that's the honest truth, even in other verses I've noticed the little change in having someone permanently by his side.