⚡️ (mightythor) wrote in timerift_log, |
It was a short distance from Peggy's room to Thor's. By the time she decided to walk it however, Thor would have likely grown carried away with reckless abandon, bringing the tempo and volume of his rhythmic crashing to a crescendo that was likely to drown out Peggy's initial knocks. From the other side of the door, Peggy might have even started to hear a wailing chant accompany the beat, signaling that getting Thor's attention would probably require louder knocking.
Thor's attire was plain enough. He had managed to acquire a second pair of jeans and a five-pack of cotton tee-shirts ranging from gray to black. Gray was the chosen tee of the day, giving Thor the look of a retro rock and roll drummer and he blasted away. Blonde hair rippled in motion as his head thrashed along with the beat. It was quite a sight, indeed. Not that Peggy could see it, though. She was still on the other side of the door, knocking likely to have resumed by this point. It still wouldn't come close to matching Thor's noise level, but luckily the indoor music reached a long enough dramatic pause for the knocking to cut through and jolt the Asgardian out of his groovy haze. Sitting upright with an Oh. expression plastered to his face. Intuition immediately set in as to who was there as Thor rose to a stand, in disbelief of just how quickly a jest in conversation became actual prophecy.
"Coming!"
Striding to and opening the door, confirming his suspicion and revealing Agent Carter. The pair of them, both dressed in plain, yet modern attire was a noteworthy contrast to either party's commonplace appearance. But in this setting, it seemed to fit.
Thor eyed Peggy, allowing a moment to pass without words.
"Let me guess. You came to join the band?"