Re: Prodigal "That's such a kind, fruitless offer..."
"Don't worry," Will attempted to comfort the stylist with a half smile and sigh toward the note. "Nobody is leaving me gifts either," he added so they could bond over their jealously at Zap. Just kidding.
"Royal babies?" Omen questioned and his eyebrows did a very choreographed danced. "Oh yeah, Beltane the start of the party season in Asgard?" he asked only partially serous. Did the party season ever end in Asgard? "I've been told I'm not allowed to wear a shirt," he said slightly confused.
"Oh, no," Will responded to the offer to write the king's poetry. "It's lovely. You've got everything. 'Unending love for you. Our children are the greatest gift. This pales in comparison'. I wouldn't improve that," Omen admitted with a grin. Though, she might've been referencing him writing a poem to someone he cared about...
"I hope not," Thor interjected from the doorway - prepared to dodge a hair whip. Tress was serious about her work, which was surprisingly endearing to the Allfather. "Took me hours to write that. After the form was explained to me," Thor said while he approached his lovelier than ever wife. "I'm sorry I forgot to give that to you," he told Eva momentarily ignoring the other two mutants. "But luckily, I had a little birdie to deliver it in my stead," he reached down and removed the ring from the box, then carefully placed the jewelry on her finger. "I know," he said quickly with a smirk before Qiana mentioned Eva's nails. "I was actually going to formally ask you accompany me to Beltane with this ring. It's tradition as we are the Allfather and Goddess of Motherhood," he lightly explained then bent down on one knee. "Queen Eva, mother of my children, and my beloved wife, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the celebration of Beltane?" he asked, head turned down until the end of his request. "...where we will reign in the summer, bless the fertility of our peoples, attempt to deal with King Freyr, and enjoy a very shirtless Sir William," he finished with a grin, but an adoring one.