Cuddling Thor is like squeezing and kissing a golden retriever. He holds up under it considerable dignity overall, cuts a handsome profile, very golden, very elegant, but secretly, off to the periphery, he's thumping his leg. Not literally in Thor's case, but there's a brutish guffaw all of a sudden, like a wheeze escaping from a balloon. He wraps his arms around the woman, brawny bulk folded tight around her waist, and he hoists her right off the floor. Squeezes Sif right back, a real laugh gusting warmly through her hair, his grip sure around the slick sheen of her armor.
Thor sets her on the floor again, a hand set to her shoulder. "We will drink," he says. "And speak of better times." There are graver matters he perhaps would have liked to speak of, but he wouldn't want her to worry or weigh her mood when she's about to be free of it all. There is the small matter that Death reached inside his head, took something-- important; and left him important messages about foreboding events. Such as that Loki carries an Infinity Gem, for instance.
There are other matters to talk about, and things to say. Volstagg's lady friend is due on the Bifrost in a few days, for the first time; Fandral imported ice cream into the capital; Hogun is liaising with the dwarves, and it near came to blows about the respective quality of their stonemasonry. "We will have to take turns riding our larger foes around the battlefield, in your honor."
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Date: 2013-06-04 05:13 am (UTC)Thor sets her on the floor again, a hand set to her shoulder. "We will drink," he says. "And speak of better times." There are graver matters he perhaps would have liked to speak of, but he wouldn't want her to worry or weigh her mood when she's about to be free of it all. There is the small matter that Death reached inside his head, took something-- important; and left him important messages about foreboding events. Such as that Loki carries an Infinity Gem, for instance.
There are other matters to talk about, and things to say. Volstagg's lady friend is due on the Bifrost in a few days, for the first time; Fandral imported ice cream into the capital; Hogun is liaising with the dwarves, and it near came to blows about the respective quality of their stonemasonry. "We will have to take turns riding our larger foes around the battlefield, in your honor."