Valkyrie isn't going to stop drinking (dontwannaforget) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-05-30 15:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, thor odinson, valkyrie |
Who: Thor and Valkyrie
What: Running into each other again after a while
When: Recently
Where: A bar, then Thor's apartment
Warnings: PG-13
Valkyrie still didn’t know why exactly she’d picked Orange County to move to for a change, but so far it had a lot more to offer than she’d initially thought. Some of her previous dalliances were actually here, which made it fun. There were also quite a few different bars and clubs to choose from. Isabela had been right, Afterlife definitely was quite the spot. She liked the strip club, drinking while watching pretty girls strut their stuff was definitely good.
Tonight, however, she was opting for just drinking. She was seated at the end of the bar, a glass of whiskey in her hand. She was keeping an eye on the crowd, but was mostly enveloped in her own thoughts. Maybe she should’ve gone to Afterlife instead because when she got to thinking, she tended to remember things that she didn’t want to remember. Perhaps she should give Isabela a call and see if she was busy.
It was hard to beat naked women, though Thor hadn’t been in the mood for that tonight. He was feeling a little contemplative. His dream, and thinking of his family, even running into Freya again had sent his mind going in a thousand directions.
But he thought he saw a familiar face as he entered the bar. “Well well. Aren’t you a sight? Mind if I buy you a drink?”
Escaping thoughts was only easy when there was distraction at hand. And Valkyrie was in need of distraction. Luckily, a distraction came in the form of yet another acquaintance from her past. She turned towards him and grinned.
“Well, didn’t expect to see you here. I never say no to drinks either. Sit, drink with me!” Valkyrie invited, motioning to the stool next to her. She then down the rest of her whiskey in one gulp. “So, what brings you to this area of the world?”
“I’m coming home,” Thor told her. “Well, I’ve come home. Home is here.” He gestured grandly around them, perhaps talking about the bar on top of the OC. He too a sat, spinning once in the stool and slapping his hands on the bar. “Barkeep! Beer us!”
“Then it seems a welcome home is in order,” she responded, leaning her forearms on the bar. She watched Thor spin on the stool. Sometimes she missed being that kind of playful. “Have you been back here long?” She asked after the beers began to be poured.
It was a way he could cope. To not let the world grind him down, to maintain that confidence and that happiness that had defined him for so much of his life. “Just a few weeks. I got a nice apartment, I did not wish to live with my father.”
Valkyrie was definitely the opposite. She had no optimism. Of course, having seen the horrors that humans could inflict upon each other and losing her family to the likes of Boko Haram, Valkyrie had given up being an optimist. She prefered to drink her problems away and pretend she didn’t give a fuck about anything. But when it came down to it, she did care, and she hated seeing innocent people suffer. But she far preferred keeping that heart of hers buried.
“Must be quite the change coming home. But I bet it’s nice for you in a way as well.” At least he had a home that wasn’t marred by war and terrorism the way that hers was.
“Oh yes. It’s a big reminder of why I was doing what I was doing. But I’m trying to decide what to do here.” He lifted his drink, a thoughtful expression on his face. And then, just like that, he decided. “A free clinic. I’ll open a free clinic.”
Taking her drink in hand, she glanced at him. “That sounds like a good idea. There are plenty of people that need the help, but don’t have the money.” While there was poverty here, it wasn’t nearly as prevalent or terrible as it was in other parts of the world. But people still needed help here, and Thor seemed to have a great idea to helping people.
For being the richest country in the world,a lot of people suffered, with not enough food or medicine. If Thor could help, he would. “Indeed.”
He took another sip of his beer, thinking they should maybe talk of lighter things. “When did you get into town?”
Valkyrie took a drink of her beer and took a moment to think. “About a week and a half ago? Two weeks? Somewhere around there. Kind of hard to remember exactly, I’ve had quite a lot of fun since arriving here.” She had a slightly lop-sided grin on her face.
Thor replied with an equally lopsided grin, “And how many names have you added to your bed post?”
Not that he could talk. Though neither them could hope to catch up to Logan in that contest.
“Fewer than you’d think. Mostly because I discovered a couple of my previous dalliances are also here.” She grinned at that. “Isabela has always been a source of fun for me. Freya is also here, but I haven’t actually done anything more than get a list of bars out of her.”
Thor grinned at her, “Freya is in love. I’m afraid that’s all either of us will get out of her unless they’re willing to share.”
Isabela though, now that was a thought. That was a woman that one could not turn down. “Adding a name a second time counts. I’m positive.”
“Is she? Damn. But good that she found someone. If you’re into that whole thing.” Which Valkyrie definitely wasn’t. “Then Isabela’s been added again. She always knew how to have fun the right way. And then some.” She grinned.
“Sometimes the wrong way,” Thor agreed, and it wasn’t exactly a bad wrong way. But definitely a wrong way.
“She’d probably be disappointed we’re talking about her and not inviting her along for the conversation.”
“All the more reason I always liked Isabela.” She smirked. She took a long drink of her beer. “She probably would be. Though we could always invite her. Unless you’d rather keep it at just us. I’m flexible.” And she meant that in more than one way.
A slow grin slid across Thor’s face. “Why not both? Keep it with us and then swing by and pay her a visit.”
He too, was flexible.
“I can definitely go with that,” Valkyrie responded with a grin and raising her glass to him. “Best of both worlds, really.” Besides, it had been a while since she’d seen Thor, so it was always nice to catch up with him first, and then go from there. She’d already caught up with Isabela.
They could sure catch up with each other, then catch up with Isabela again. Isabela willing, and it was highly unlikely that she wouldn’t be.
So he raised his glass and clicked it against hers, “So my place, then hers? Or do you want to break the ladies room.”
The only thing that Valkyrie could foresee putting a damper on a threesome with Isabela would be if she was already busy doing something else. Or doing someone else. But as it was, Thor first.
“How about your place? As much as breaking the ladies room sounds like fun, I’d rather be somewhere more private.” That also left the door open for more fun to be had rather than just a once around in the bathroom here, if they even got that far.
Thor flashed a grin, then slapped some money down on the bar, “Need a ride then?”
She tossed back the rest of her beer, then she leaned closer to him. “Give me a ride now, and I’ll ride you when we get there.” She murmured with a wink.
God, did he want to break the bar then and there, but instead his grin only got wider, “Don’t laugh when you see the car. I refused to go begging to my father.”
“I wasn’t expecting fancy, but what are you driving, a rust bucket?” Valkyrie asked as she slid off her stool. And hey, she managed to stay on her feet. She hadn’t been drinking long enough to fall over yet. Which was good because damn did she want some good sex.
There would be no sex if she was that drunk, if Thor had anything to say about it. He led her to a little Ford Focus. Not quite a rust bucket, but not very sexy either. He didn’t seem to mind, he approached it with the confidence of a man who owned a muscle car.
Following him out to the car, she tilted her head a bit. “Better than a rust bucket. As long as it gets us from point A to point B I’m fine with it.” She didn’t need or want fancy. As long as the thing worked, it was fine. Though she did wonder if Thor could actually fit in the car given he was rather tall and muscular.
Much like a cat, if he fits he sits. And he fits, and he sits. He leaned over, the car creaking, as he unlocked the passenger door. “I miss my gigantic old car. You could get into fun with that thing.”
Grinning as she opened the door and got in, she glanced at the backseat. “Yeah, you’d definitely have some trouble having fun in this car. Though you can always have fun on the car,” she noted as she buckled herself in.
“We’re break it,” Thor assured her. The engine turned over and for a Ford Focus the car zipped along and apparently Thor drives like a maniac.
“And I assume that means you’d rather not have to get another car. Well if you ever do want to break it, I’m game.” Valkyrie said with a grin. And, well, it was good thing she had her seatbelt on.
“It’s a date. Someday.” Thor took a corner hard, managing to make the little Ford drift. His apartment was a few blocks away and looked like it had seen better days. “I hope you don’t mind the clutter, I’m still moving in.”
“I look forward to it,” she replied, then braced herself as Thor took the corner hard. “I definitely don’t mind clutter. I don’t judge, at least not on that sort of thing.” There were things Valkyrie judged people for. Clutter while moving, or just clutter in general, weren’t among them.
“A lot of boxes, some knives and scalpels, that sort of thing.” Perfectly ordinary things. He pulled into his parking spot, the car creaking as he got out of it. “It’s not a bad apartment, really, in the grand scheme of things. I’ve slept in worse.”
Definitely perfectly ordinary things that a doctor might have. She didn’t think anything of it as she got out of the car. She knew that Thor wasn’t going to murder her or something. Or take a kidney and sell it on the black market or whatever. “Same here, so it’s fine by me.” She got out of the car and followed after Thor, giving his ass a good look over.
One time, that had almost happened to him. Thor had a lot of fun stories like that, and he took it so blase. Probably because his family was fucked up like that. And he enjoyed seeing people react to both his stories and his tone in telling them. He grinned over his shoulder as he unlocked the door, then swept his arm dramatically, “Welcome to Casa De Thor.”
Valkyrie could get on board with fun stories like that. Generally she tried to ignore those sorts of things, but there were times when she couldn’t turn a blind eye and she actually did help people. But mostly? She didn’t help anyone but herself. Grinning, she stepped into the apartment and glanced around. “It’s nice and homey.” And that wasn’t a sarcastic comment either, she liked it. Hers wasn’t all that different currently either.
“That’s what people say when it’s a trash heap and they’re trying to be polite,” Thor replied. He hung his keys up on a hook on the wall, then slipped past her, letting his hand rub across her lower back as he did so. “Beer?”
“Hey, I also live in a trash heap, it’s a compliment,” she retorted, glancing up at him as she felt his hand against her lower back. “Sure, might need to drink to this. Or just to have something cold on hand for when things get too hot,” she responded, again eyeing that ass of his, her head tilted a bit and an approving smirk on her face.
“Then I’m sure yours is nice and homey,” Thor replied, giving her a cheeky smile. As if sensing where her eyes were going, he bent over as he reached around inside the fridge. Two beers, nice and cold.
“People do tend to get really thirsty around us.”
Oh she liked that he bent over. It definitely seemed like he’d kept himself in shape. “That they do. But when you have two people as hot as us in the same room, thirst is bound to happen, in more than one way.” Valkyrie commented, that sexy yet lop-sided smile coming to her face.
Thor regarded her for a moment, a grin on his face as he tilted his head. He did love her smile. And the rest of her for that matter. Thor wondered if she’d put on muscle, and looked forward to finding out. “Lets go burn down the bedroom.”
“Hell yes,” she responded, stepping closer to Thor. Valkyrie had put on some muscle. She was actually rather proud of her biceps and shoulders. She may have been vertically challenged, but she was stout in the right way. As she stepped up to Thor, she felt somewhat dwarfed, but she loved that. She liked climbing people like trees, and Thor was no exception.
She was short, she should just accept that, but Thor did like short women. Lucky for him, most women were a lot shorter than him. So he picked her up so she could climb him like that tree.