[That's a good answer, thorough and sensible, and she nods, pleased by it.]
Once I discover how much invulnerability I have left, Thor, I'd like to try and see how much of a risk it would be.
[Not that she's desperate to be fucked while all that lightning is running through him. Truthfully, it's nothing to do with sex (though it's very hard not to think of sex here, with him, with his arms bared and his hands broad and anyway). She's always an impulse to push the envelope, discover the edges, try and test both her limits and others.]
For the moment . . . I thank you for indulging me with this.
[ He lifts an eyebrow at the idea of any invulnerability she might have left. Hadn't it all been taken? Obviously she wasn't eager to test it, and that's for the best. Thor doesn't agree to take that risk she considers either, but addresses the thanks instead with a nod. ]
And thank you for indulging me with your own stories, Madam Lutece. I'd be glad to hear more about your travels, the next time you're looking for company.
[ Thor offers his hand not holding the weapon, not to shake hers, if she even offers it, soon soon after the lightning's faded, or with her reservations overall. But if she does accept, he'll bring her hand up to kiss the back of her fingers, in parting. Old fashioned, even for him, something of Asgard more than Earth, but the idea of it seems to suit her, considering he wasn't even granted permission for her first name. ]
[Ah. The brush of his lips against the back of her hand is enough to leave her pleased, and she smiles again. Anything that reminds her of the better parts of home is fantastic right now.]
[ That smile of hers warms him, and Thor smiles back, pleased to have won it. ]
I will. Take care.
[ He promises, then nods, as much a bow as he ever gives in farewell, and turns to leave, to replace the axe to safekeeping in his room and change into something more comfortable than armor in this god awful heat. ]
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Once I discover how much invulnerability I have left, Thor, I'd like to try and see how much of a risk it would be.
[Not that she's desperate to be fucked while all that lightning is running through him. Truthfully, it's nothing to do with sex (though it's very hard not to think of sex here, with him, with his arms bared and his hands broad and anyway). She's always an impulse to push the envelope, discover the edges, try and test both her limits and others.]
For the moment . . . I thank you for indulging me with this.
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And thank you for indulging me with your own stories, Madam Lutece. I'd be glad to hear more about your travels, the next time you're looking for company.
[ Thor offers his hand not holding the weapon, not to shake hers, if she even offers it, soon soon after the lightning's faded, or with her reservations overall. But if she does accept, he'll bring her hand up to kiss the back of her fingers, in parting. Old fashioned, even for him, something of Asgard more than Earth, but the idea of it seems to suit her, considering he wasn't even granted permission for her first name. ]
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All you have to do is ask.
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I will. Take care.
[ He promises, then nods, as much a bow as he ever gives in farewell, and turns to leave, to replace the axe to safekeeping in his room and change into something more comfortable than armor in this god awful heat. ]