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Β Β Β Β β β yeah?Β βcourse everyone gets one. βΒ incredulous, for a moment, but then again, he was lacking in knowledge of thorβs own customs and how well those translated here on earth. he grew curious; he always was, as far as how his life had been prior to his arrival.Β β think itβsΒ βcause we ainβt expectinβ to live anywhere past eighty - five or ninety years, most of the time, βΒ he explained, with a shrug of his shoulders, and tried to imagine what it would be like if birthday celebrations werenβt a yearly event. thor continued, and eggsy laughed, this soft, fond thing.Β Β β wasnβt hopinβ for a gift, guv.Β βm fine with just spendinβ the day with you β βΒ and he was aware that that was a touchΒ clichΓ© of him to say, but he carried on, regardless.Β β thought maybe β i dunno. maybe we could spend the day in, or somethinβ. order a biteΒ βn watch a movie. β
Β Β Β Β Β ππππ'π ππππππππππ π πππ ππππ π πππΒ Β Β Β when eggsy reminded him of how fragile human lives really were. heβd lived centuries, whereas eggsy was just a few years short of thirty. there would come a time when eggsy, too, would be taken by his mortality. he crossed his arms, one hand grazing along his beard.Β Β βΒ Β but if you could choose a gift, what would it be ?Β Β βΒ Β he asked, curious, but also adamant about getting eggsy one. back in asgard, gifts of the honorable variety were most common, like the best harvests, jewelry, or even cloths of fine quality. he wondered if humans valued the same things, or if they preferred presents that had sentimental value attached to them. he pressed hands to eggsyβs hips, pulling them flush against one another.Β Β βΒ Β tell me what youβd like, and iβll scour all the nine realms for it,Β Β βΒ he promised, his gaze lit with the ferocity of a thousand burning suns.Β












