Who: Thor & Sif When: 5.22 Evening [BACKDATED] Where: Thru the door, Dog River Carnival What: Carnival! Closed
The man dressed as down as he could. The weather on this particular midgardian realm was warm despite the sun having mostly set. Thor had also wanted to appear casual and fit in, especially after his recent world wide escapades. You never know when you'll appear smack in the middle of a hoard of fans, or anti-Avenger nutcases. His hair was drawn back in full, a tail of stray hair hung down his cheek, uncontained by the leather band. His chest was covered by a fitted off white shirt with short sleeves, a pattern stitched into it by the finest loom in Asgard. He then wore a pair of blue jeans, human in make but he fit in so much better than his beautiful Asgard clothes. Finally, dark brown boots. He had a wallet with green paper shoved into his right back pocket, cellular phone in the left back.
Thor stood waiting at the bottom of the steps for Sif. He asked her if she would like to go through the door and see what it was all about. It wasn't intentionally a date but rarely did the two of them do anything alone. The boys were usually with them. Someone was with them. Today, it was just the pair and at the sight of Sif he suddenly remembered something his father had said quite a while ago. He pushed it away and smiled.
"Ready to go?"
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Sif wasn’t the most enthusiastic fan of Midgardian attire, but having been around them on more than the occasional adventure or mishap, she understood the importance of ‘blending in’. Even if it was distinctly against her nature. She was a goddess, and the most decorated general in the nine realms- she was supposed to have the attention of every being in her vicinity. Purposely deferring that status to anonymity always took some personal effort, but for Thor, it usually wasn’t a problem.
She’d had trouble deciding on just how seamlessly she wanted to blend in, hence her slight tardiness; Sif could make split-second decisions that determined life or extinction for whole societies, but picking the dress versus the jeans had stumped her for too long. In the end, she went with the denim, as well as a casual green tank top that matched the color of her eyes. The foot wear was also cumbersome and strange- the human shop girl had called them ‘flip flops’- Sif bit back a comment about how undignified that sounded, and wore them anyway.
“As ever,” she told him with a smirk and a slightly scrunched nose as she climbed the stairs- her ‘flip flops’ singing their quiet song.
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Thor held out his arm as she approached the bottom stair. He could at least try to be a gentleman! He took in her outfit, mostly looking at her shoes. Were those shoes? They looked more like the flimsy sandals of a neighboring village made from dry grass and hemp. She had such precious ankles, however.
"You look very human," he commented with his bright smile. If it was meant as an insult it could easily be taken as complement with the way even his eyes danced. Thor was certainly not trying to be nasty. "Your top is nice." It was also fitted and semi revealing.
The man turned to get the door as they left, Mjolnir nowhere in sight.
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Likewise, Sif’s twin black-metal blades were kept safe, unneeded (so she’d been told) for this brief excursion. She could also tell the jovial compliment behind his words, but could not let him escape without at least one knowing-smirk from her- one that promised one reminder of her current ‘costume’ would be enough for the evening.
“As do you,” she quipped back in the same manner, setting her arm into his as natural as breathing. “Just two short-sighted mortals drunk on the summer air, I suppose,” she chortled. “Where exactly are we going again?”
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Thor puffed and smiled, taking Sif outside so they could begin their short walk to the doorway. It wouldn't take more than five minutes at most given their usual pace. The day on the island had seemed nice enough and as evening drew in the stars sparkled in the orange and violet sky.
"It is a place called Dog River," he said. "Or...that's what I read. A member of the island seems from this place. She says there is a festival and something about jackasses." The big man gave a shrug of his strong shoulders. "I mean to try their foods. I expect greatness from a festival."