Camping With Thor
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You look at your brother as he swings his pack over his shoulder, his joy plainly evident in his gait as he approaches you. "Are you sure you don't want to come?"
You close your book and explain that you're rather tied up with your business ventures at the moment, but Thor brashly interrupts with an offer of letting you leave early — the camping and hiking expedition was set to last ten days and surely you could spare a day or two — and you mull the options over.
Eventually you agree and head to your room to pack a small bag; you won't need nearly as much as Thor, in part because you'll return early and in part because you tend to pack lighter than Thor. And you catch yourself smiling as you walk out to the courtyard to meet Thor and the Warriors Three.
The day outside was cold, threatening to snow or sleet, as the wind blew gustily. Even here in Asgaurd there was need for seasons, otherwise the trees themselves would fall under their own weight. And as you survey the courtyard you see not only Thor and the Warriors Three — Volstagg, Fandral, Hogun — but also Sif, Astrid and two girls you don't know.
"We're coming too!" Sif was forcefully stating to Thor.
"But it will be dangerous, facing the wilds at this time of year, with those inexperienced in the Arts of the Outdoorsman." Thor retorted, embellishing and overemphasizing the 'danger' enough that you were impressed.
"You pompous oaf!" Sif replies, yelling at your brother, and beginning a tirade that won't be ending any time soon — perhaps Thor shouldn't have tried to pull the 'dangerous' card on Sif… oh well, he'll learn, probably.
Turning to the other women, you nod at Astrid and ask the names of the two strangers.
The first, who looks quite a bit younger than you but is obviously no child due to a rather curvy figure, has an easy smile and dark brown hair that contrasts nicely with her sharp, playful brown eyes and answers your question quickly: "I'm Lofn! And this is my aunt: Macha."
Macha, who was intensley watching Sif and Thor arguing, jumped a bit and turned her attention to you and Lofn at the mention of her name.
"Ah, y-yes?" Macha seems fairly embarrassed about letting herself get so involved watching the argument, but you dismiss it and instead ask how they got roped into coming on one of Thor's 'adventures'.
Macha doesn't really look much older than Lofn, but given the lifespans that doesn't really tell you much — her hair is an almost distracting shade of red, and she shares a similar, if more pronounced, bodytype with Lofn.
"Well, Sif… kind-of invited us… well, me." Macha says, and you'd be almost insulted by the shortness of the answer if you didn't know exactly how that sort of 'invitation' works: harangued and prodded until you agree to be dragged along. — You've experienced several such invitations from Thor.
"Ah, so she dragged you here by sheer force of will?" You ask, trying to
Macha laughed at that and seemed to relax a bit, "Pretty much. She's not the sort who will take 'no' for an answer when she's already made up her mind, you know?"
"I do." You refrain from implicating particular friends and family, but elaborate enough to continue building the conversation, "I was once dragged to a birthday party where the birthday-boy started a melee, declaring to everyone that the winner would get an enchanted axe, before assaulting the guests."
Macha laughed, "Let me guess, you still have that axe hanging over your bed?"
"Oh no, I was hit in the face with one of Thor's boney elbows… twice, before Volstagg hit us both with a chair."
You turn to Lofn, your schooling in etiquette and diplomacy making you acutely aware that you're on the verge of leaving her out, "I suppose Sif dragged you here too?"
"Nope!" Lofn answers quickly, and with excitement, "I was interested as soon as Sif told us about it, it sounds like it'll be fun, camping, having a fire-cooked meal."
You get the feeling that Lofn is the sort who has an almost unreasonable joy and excitement for life, something only kids and dogs (as a rule) seem to have… it's equal parts exhilarating and exhausting at the same time.
You continue to make small talk until you happen have your attention drawn to Thor and Sif's tiff just in time to hear Thor say, "Alright, now give me a kiss."
To which Sif exclaims, "I'd rather kiss a frog!"
Sometimes you can't help yourself, and this sends a bolt of lightning into your brain with a prank. You can't help yourself, though, this is too good a chance to pass up, and you can already feel your magic summoned up, ready to strike. — It takes barely more than an instant, flinging your magic at Thor, watching him change to a frog… watching Sif watch him turn into a frog.
Quickly you stride over, pick Thor up, and touch the frog to her lips — "Your wish is my command, my lady!" you say, obviously poking fun at the courtly manners — and the look on her face is priceless.
A few minutes later you abscond with your frog-brother, and return him to his former form, ready to have to apologize, and are stunned when Thor bursts into laughter. — "Did you see her face!?" he says, gasping for air, "I swear she was torn between laughing and tearing your head off!"