|Tʜᴏʀ | Gᴏᴅ Oғ Tʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ (aesir) wrote in themandalay,|
@ 2017-08-04 18:45:00
|Entry tags:||sif, thor|
The revels were in full swing and Thor was enjoying himself. It was not often that he partook in idle celebrations, but he understood the need for this one in particular. He had been told much of this strange place, a city of Midgard but not a version that any knew, and its unusual occurrences. The magical barrier that kept them contained was impervious even to the power of Mjolnir, and that itself was no simple matter. It was troubling.
He would not dwell on their problems at this moment, though. It was a time of celebration. Sif had asked him to share a drink with her and he had recalled a previous conversation where he had declined. He would not do so this time.
"How are you finding Midgard, Lady Sif?" he inquired, walking alongside her with a large bottle of alcohol hanging from his hand and Mjolnir hanging from the other. He had yet to discover what it was, but there would be enough time later for that. "How long has it been since you have visited?"