BLÓÐ OK ÞRYMJA

         she jolts, like thunder courses down her spine, for a moment, to be so plainly caught in the act of eyeing  ( and eyeing )  her mark this way.  a few blinks, and she gathers her composure.  a tilt of her head to the side, her smile teetering onto coy.     “ little bit of both, really.  i mean.  could you blame a girl?  all offense – it’s a great ass.  and that’s coming from me.  just wondering if the contents of your wallet matches …  you know.  everything else. ”

       well, shit, he has a point. ( she actually does - did? - have an uncle boris. that’s the worst part about it. )     ❛  i’m really more of a pinot noir girl and i don’t do synthetics.  ❜      the last time she wore anything remotely resembling polyester was 1996 and it was so she wouldn’t get blood in her hair. still, she can appreciate wit and flashes a wolf grin in his direction, a flick of her fingers at the bar. vodka does indeed arrive and she shots it back quickly, efficiently, doesn’t relish the burn. 

         ❛  but mother russia provides.  ❜

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄. a little dangerous, too, if he’s being honest. and the quips, by now, have more or less confirmed his suspicions. either way, thor’s not exactly in the habit of turning down free alcohol, so he raises the shot in toast, a mostly flawless   ❝   за здоровье.   ❞   before he knocks it back with the same amount of ease. thor lifts a couple fingers at the guy behind the bar.   ❝   hey, two more.   ❞   if she doesn’t drink it, he will.

so thor throws him up like a sack of potatoes. and he’s about to walk him back inside when he hears a lighter click somewhere behind him. another guy, he notices. a lot more well-dressed.   

❝   uh——   ❞   he’s looking around like he hasn’t got two hundred pounds of grown adult still slung over his shoulder.   ❝   he started it?   ❞

and it's then that he remembers there’s a person beside it.

❝   sorry. i’m here t’ fix your sink.   ❞

❝   are you lookin’ at my wallet or my ass?   ❞   it’s blunt, to be sure  ——  almost painfully so.   ❝   i honestly can’t tell.   ❞   and he’s usually got such a knack for these things, too.

𝐈𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 as fast as her crew could trash them. thor’s not exactly underfunded here, but some of these vehicles are gonna need new parts, and there’s no surefire way to predict exactly what’ll break before it does.  so that’s three orders now that he’s gotta place. a few days, at least, until the couriers can make it out here. and in his mind, he’s sorting through which suppliers have better parts for which makes and models, and between that and the gear he’s replacing, he very nearly forgets that he's  babysitting  at  all  ‘til  sofía  feels like speaking again.

      ❛  see, neither do i for the exact same reason.  ❜       she watched one episode, one, and decided immediately it was garbage. she’s also too hot for lord of the rings and literally any disney movie, even if sasha’s little school friends think she’s elsa.       ❛  doesn’t mean i’m wrong, though.  ❜     

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇? either way, there’s no sense in arguing with her.   ❝   yeah, alright.  y’ don’t see me bringin’ up how fuckin’ slav you look.   ❞   and thor gestures towards her with the slosh of his beer. but it is important to note, however, that he still hasn’t spilled a drop. 

@vingthor​

         ❛  you are aggressively scandanavian. you look like you built sweden. if that one guy from game of thrones fucked a sword, you would be the baby.  ❜ 

this is hardly anything serious, anyway.