Thor's silence could sink this floating villa of firelight, were its weight given corporeality. There's a thoughtful blankness to his face, considering; his expression doesn't change when she juts her jaw, nor when she begins to speak. It's subtle, that the twinkle in his eye fades away. No marked twitch or shift of muscle or bone, no particular movement. But he's paying attention, and certainly taking her seriously.
"I understand," Thor says at last. Finally, he leans forward, stretching an arm out to touch her upper-arm. He gives it a squeeze, his grip familiar; hundreds of thousands of salutations and congratulations over hundreds of thousands of days. The gesture has a funny sameness on this one night of farewell.
"Go, then, with my blessing. My hope that you will find happiness -- or at least fulfillment," they don't write songs about the ones that come easy, whether the musicians are Aesir or human, "and adventure plenty. And in hope, also, that you will return to us soon." Thor is already rising, boots thunking solidly underneath him. A swiveled knee suggests that Mjolnir sits under there, hidden by the table, ever close to Thor's hand-- but he's being subtle about it, with the politics afoot, and touchy trolls and elves often enough visiting his room.
And he has no wish to fight Sif on any level, clearly. "I will come to Earth to see you off, when it is time. The others will come, too."
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Date: 2013-06-03 06:28 am (UTC)"I understand," Thor says at last. Finally, he leans forward, stretching an arm out to touch her upper-arm. He gives it a squeeze, his grip familiar; hundreds of thousands of salutations and congratulations over hundreds of thousands of days. The gesture has a funny sameness on this one night of farewell.
"Go, then, with my blessing. My hope that you will find happiness -- or at least fulfillment," they don't write songs about the ones that come easy, whether the musicians are Aesir or human, "and adventure plenty. And in hope, also, that you will return to us soon." Thor is already rising, boots thunking solidly underneath him. A swiveled knee suggests that Mjolnir sits under there, hidden by the table, ever close to Thor's hand-- but he's being subtle about it, with the politics afoot, and touchy trolls and elves often enough visiting his room.
And he has no wish to fight Sif on any level, clearly. "I will come to Earth to see you off, when it is time. The others will come, too."