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[It's quite the show, and Rosalind watches every second of it. The stormclouds are impressive, and the axe moreso, but it's Thor Rosalind is really watching. From the moment lightning crackles at his fingertips and his eyes glow, she's drinking it in, her eyes wider. Frantically she takes mental notes, trying to calculate how someone might do that without killing themselves.

Advanced durability, of course, and his body has to have adapted over the years. A keen sense of control over the lightning, so as to stop it from hitting his heart? Likely. She's seen men wield lightning (and fire, and water, and so many other things) before, but that was clumsy in its own right, never mind what Thor is doing. Suchong's Electrobolt had been a child's toy, a broken little gimmick that eventually mutilated the user.

This is nothing like that. This is graceful, organized in its chaos, carefully contained under a guise of being wild. The bolts of lightning hit him all at once, a strike that sears her gaze, but though she tenses, she doesn't flinch or jump back.]

It's fairly impressive on its own.

[Her voice is a little rough.

Violence, while never turning her stomach, has never interested her in its own right. It's skill she admires, carefully honed and turned into something unique. His command over the lightning, the raw power and the delicate way he handles it . . . that's what impresses.

She takes a careful step forward, and then another, wanting a better look at his eyes. The sun is returning quickly, warming her after the chills of before.]

[ It wasn't always so carefully controlled, and even now, Thor wouldn't call the way he handles it "delicate" by any stretch of the imagination. If his heart could be stopped by it, he would've been dead more than a thousand years ago. Does he seem graceful to her? He'd laugh to hear it.

He likes it though, the attention. From anyone, but from Rosalind especially, for her kindness from earlier, and her scientific mind, and her beauty. He all but preens under her inspection, standing his ground, the axe still in hand at his side, smiling like a cat as she steps closer. It doesn't occur to him that she might be looking at the green of one eye or the scar that crosses above and below it, or anything but the dying electricity that lingers still in his eyes, like the rush of his breath and the quicker beat of his heart that are similarly slow to fade. ]

You say that, only because you haven't seen me fight.

[ Maybe one day he'll have cause for it, if the barrier is dropped and there's a need again. Or something worse on the inside. But for all of them, Thor hopes not. Demonstrations like this one are more than enough to show off to anyone who's curious, and to sate the itch under his skin the charge brings when he hasn't fought recently enough. ]

[Ah, look at him. It's not the first time she's seen a man puff up like this under her attention, and it never fails to amuse her. Whether it's patronizing amusement or endeared depends on the man in question, but for him, it leans more towards the latter than the former. God knows he has more than enough to be proud of, and to be fair, she is admiring.

She's also observing, though.

Details emerge as she approaches, things she hadn't been able to see before. (He's still so tall). The scar is interesting, if not shocking; of course he's gathered scars in his lifetime. The eye color difference is more intriguing, and she wonders if it's a case of heterochromia or a false eye. If it's the latter, it's very good; she's never seen one so realistic.

But those traces of electricity are the most interesting. She reaches out before she can help herself, fingers pressing lightly against one forearm, touching right where a spark had just sank into his skin.]

[ Energy is a natural thing, and like all natural things, worthy of study. Not by Thor, though. He doesn't dedicate his life to trying to understand what he doesn't know or isn't told, or whatever isn't necessary in his daily life. He knows how control the lightning, knows it even better than he had a few short years ago, but he still hasn't studied it. He thinks of it like flexing a muscle, like learning to hold you breath.

And so, her fascination is interesting to him. What does it matter how it works, if it works? He prefers to study people's expressions, like watching the way her eyes wander between his with curious intelligence, and learn by touch, which is why he can appreciate her hand on his arm. He lifts it, to encourage that touch, turning his hand to catch her elbow, just enough to rest his arm under hers, at least until she's had her fill of study and pulls away again. There's no spark under her fingertips, no burst of static to shock her. The lightning's gone and stays gone as if it'd never been there, the same as the clouds from the clear blue sky. Thor's voice is a little gentler than before as he jokes, for her closeness. ]

If you're planning to ask me to hold a light bulb next, I can tell you from experience, it won't light. ...Until I strike it. Then it'll light, and also break the glass. ...That last part won't be on purpose, though.

[ Dated a scientist, remember? He's used to being treated like a potato and an encyclopedia of the cosmos in one. As to the former, the problem isn't his aim (which he's had hundreds of years to practice) so much as the force (which he's never been good at controlling, needed Mjolnir in hand until only recently to channel at all). "Overkill" might be the word for it. It doesn't matter how hard you hit a monster when you want it to die, and so he's never learned how to pull his metaphorical electric punches. Or the, uh, literal kind. ]

[She glances up in slight surprise, making it clear she'd gotten lost in her thoughts. But the humor registers a moment later, and she shakes her head.]

I wasn't going to ask you that. Though it is good to know.

[It sparks a hundred more questions, ones that she'll undoubtedly ask after in the coming weeks. Rosalind's fingers curl against his skin, and she takes a moment to greedily enjoy the simple hold he has on her. His fingers are broad, large enough that it's a noticeable difference, and she likes that, and so it's somewhat reluctantly that she pulls back, taking a step backwards and putting some space between them.]

But I was going to ask if you can be touched while you're channeling all that power.

[A beat, and she sighs.]

Don't make that filthy, please.

[ She steps away, and that's a disappointment but it was inevitable. He drops his hand, tossing the weight of the axe handle gently in his occupied palm. The comment after her question is a true surprise, because Thor hadn't planned on making it filthy; he was too busy thinking filthy thoughts that involved her skin on his that didn't involve electricity. He laughs to be called out, but answers genuinely, head tilting as he struggles to explain it. ]

...Kind of. The axe's handle is wood, and it touches my hand and doesn't burn. But I've seared it already in other places, for where the lightning strays. It's not my skin that would burn you. But there's risk still, which I don't take lightly.

[ Generally, he doesn't need to be touched in battle by anything he isn't killing, so it's not a problem. And the few times his hand or arm was grabbed, at worst, it shocked the person grabbing him, and at other times, they were fine. More intimately (because of course he makes it filthy; why wouldn't he?), it's a risk he hasn't taken in centuries, since burning lovers for trying when he was young and stupid. The lightning is wild, and unpredictable at times, and he loves that. Like taming an animal, it will only ever be so tame, never truly controlled. He knows he's a fool to try. ]

[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.]

All you have to do is ask.

[ 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. ]

something aint right rn

Oh?

yea

1st nite in 5 days all alone in this bed
dont feel right

[Ah.]

That does seem a problem, doesn't it?

How do you suggest we solve this dilemma?

hmm if only i knew some1 whos super smart n a physicist n most importantly a good problem solver

Ahh, look at you, proving flattery really is worth everything.

You're going to have to wait a bit. I'd already gotten changed, but given your bed is bigger, I'll be coming to you.

So. Entertain me while we wait.

id say i like the role reversal but now im realizing im gonna have 2 b the one sitting here suffering by myself

also look @ this thing i found
[ ATTACHED IMG ]

i searched 4 "funny science meme"

Charming.

I changed my mind. I'm staying here.

[No, she isn't.]

it was funny!!!

if it makes u feel better i didnt kno how 2 edit the pic 2 make it say he instead of she

i would back my ass up 4 u even tho im bad at science

Your commitment to gender equality is both noted and touching. Truly, Simone de Beauvoir would be proud.

I'll be by soon. Try to stay out of trouble. And take your shirt off, it's the least you can do for me for this hardship.

what can i say
im a feminist

im also bad at staying out of trouble

( but anyway here's an attached image of just like.

a terrible closeup of his abs. it's a little blurry. but they're there. he's too busy getting gainz at the gym to perfect the sexy sexty selfie.

it's the thought that counts, right? )

[It's not the greatest photo she's ever seen, no, but it's absolutely the thought that counts here. Rosalind pauses on her way over, taking a moment to simply admire that which she's coming towards, and absently saves the photo.

She'll demand a better one later.]

Well done.

[It's a bit of a journey from her room to his, but it goes all the faster once she tucks her phone away. When she arrives, she doesn't bother with knocking, but instead lets herself in, blinking to try and adjust her eyes. She's a small overnight bag over her shoulder, and oh, this is the first time he's actually seen her in trousers instead of a skirt. She's also got on one of his stolen shirts, and no bra, either, because what's the point? She intends to crawl right into bed next to him.]

And what do we say, Mr. Ramirez, when someone goes to all this trouble for you?

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thor; 7/19, intro log

just fyi threads not on the coms can't be used for AC (not that we need it)

still good to know tho!

yeah probably can't use it for ACP either if that becomes a thing

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