thor odinson isn't wearing his mother's drapes (thundering) wrote in valloic, @ 2021-06-04 10:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: action/thread/log, ₴ inactive: thor odinson, ₴ inactive: torunn thorsdóttir |
WHO: Torunn Thorsdóttir & Thor Odinson
WHERE: Vallo: Ásynja Meadery
WHEN: June 4th, 2021
WHAT: Lunchtime!
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: Complete
The tasting room was relatively busy that afternoon, but that wasn’t where Torunn and Thor were working. One of the bartenders that were hired specifically to work out there and not in the back, where the product was made, had that covered. Outback, space was divided into two sections, one for mead, one for ale. Torunn was currently in the mead half of the space. Speakers mounted on the wall was playing a random classic rock playlist from her Spotify account, currently featuring Queen. She had just checked on the machines that were in the process of bottling. Several bars across the city were expecting shipments from them in the coming weeks of their seasonal summer mead- Sparkling Elderflower and Peach & Summer Rose. Once she was sure the machines were functioning as they were supposed to, she went on to check the filtration process on another batch of the regular stock. “Hey, dad!” she called, turning to look in the direction she was fairly certain Thor was, hidden amongst the barrels and fermenters. “How’s the temperature on the fermenters?” Thor had been bustling around, moving barrels to and from places they needed to go from where they were, when he heard Torunn calling out to him. He would never get tired of hearing 'Dad' come out of her mouth. It made his heart do a funny little dance, sort of like a jig, and reminded him that even though his parents were gone, he still has Loki and, now, a daughter to call his own. Before he could get too lost in his happiness over something simple as a name, he called out, "Holding steady as they should!" This part of the meadery, the creating process, was easily his favorite part of working for the meadery. Other than working with Torunn, that was. Finishing up getting the barrels where he wanted, he came back into view of the younger Asgardian. "Are you ready to break for lunch now?" He gestured to where he had a packed basket, where inside a homemade meal awaited them both. His cooking lessons had been paying off. Lunch? What time was it? Pulling her phone out of her back pocket, Torunn checked her clock. Clearly, she had lost track of the morning, because she had not expected to see that time. She also hadn’t expected him to have lunch either, she hadn’t even noticed. “You brought lunch?” Beaming, she went over to check out the basket at the contents that were inside it. “Wait, did you make lunch?” That was even more impressive. Torunn wasn’t good or bad with cooking. She was okay. She wouldn’t starve if she had to cook for herself, but she wouldn’t be making anything impressive either. It was a simple pairing of food. A salad made that morning, some soft cheeses and jams, along with slices of bakery bought bread. The main attraction was a whole roasted chicken, well seasoned and juicy. "Aye," he said, as he started to take the food out and plate it for them. "Simple fares, but I did tell you I was taking lessons, yes? I want to be more self-sufficient." He had mentioned he was going to take lessons, but she hadn’t really thought much more about it since. “You did, yeah, I just didn’t expect to be benefiting from it at work.” She often ended up working right through a meal, packed something easy from home, or ordered food and would bring it back to the meadery to keep eating while she worked. “It looks good. It smells good.” The smell of the roasted chicken hitting her nose caused her stomach to growl, so apparently, she was actually hungry and just had not noticed. “Thank you, this beats whatever I would have ordered online eventually.” It probably would have been pizza, or a sandwich from somewhere that would let her pile it high. “So cooking lessons must be going well then?” It had been a very long time since he had last mentioned them - perhaps when Valkyrie had last been around? But Thor had thrown himself into a lot of projects and work since she had been sent away and his cooking had improved as a result. It was why he was trying to get another family dinner going, but things just kept cropping up - Agatha and the missing persons being the latest. “They’re well. I have yet to master anything too difficult yet, but I’m starting to get better at the basics,” Thor explained, handing Tor the first finished plate and then starting to plate his own. “But look! No pink on the inside of the chicken!” He tore a piece in half to show the well cooked layers off, beaming. “You should come with me to my next class. They’re quite fun.” “No chance of salmonella poisoning.” she said with a laugh, “Always a good thing.” She wasn’t even sure if she could get salmonella poisoning, but the mortals she spent most of her time with most definitely could. Maybe. She was unclear on the supersoliders. Cooking had never been a big focus for her, she’d never felt the need to learn any more than she had. Most of the family dinners she went to had other people cooking. But Thor’s invitation was an offer to hang out with him and get to know this version of him a little more. “How often do you have them?” If he could fit them into his schedule, she probably could too. Apparently they were worth going to, because the chicken was really good. “I go once every week. It usually runs about two to three hours, depending on the meal being made. They have all different levels of courses on offer and you don’t have to sign up for a program. You can come and go as you please, paying by the session,” Thor explained, as he rooted around the basket, only to pull out a tiny cooler and two glasses. Inside the cooler, he had a bottle of made-that-morning sweet basil lemonade. Pouring them both glasses, he offered her one. "I learned some basics and how to not have Poptarts for breakfast every morning." Here he smiled, still fond of that particular brand of processed sugar. He really had come fully prepared with everything. She took the offered glass with thanks, and took a sip immediately, curious about the flavor. Both of her eyebrows raised as she pulled the glass black and examined the contents. “This is really good.” you could really taste the basil, and it went well. “Poptarts for breakfast once in a while is fine.” she pointed out with a smile. Though there wasn’t much substance to them. She’d get hungry again soon after. “Though pancakes are still my go to.” But again, those were not an everyday option. She had no idea if she’d do well in a cooking class, but there was really only one way to find out. “I’ll come to a class. It can’t hurt to try, right?” “It’s an excuse to spend more time with you,” Thor admitted, with a smile as he speared some salad on his fork and lifted it to his mouth to eat. What was the worst that could happen? They burn the classroom down? It’s fine, he could probably summon a raincloud or two to help in that case. “How is James and his recovery going?” “I figured.” It was basically the main reason she agreed. If it was something he enjoyed doing, she was willing to give it a shot. “It’s a good excuse though, you can’t go wrong with food.” As for James, she was incredibly thankful he had inherited something from his super soldier parents that allowed him to survive. “He’s fine. It took about two weeks after the attack to be 100%, and about half that for him to be able to hobble around. He’ll be throwing himself back into life threatening situations in no time.” Thor smiled wryly. “It’s hard to have loved ones get hurt. It’s harder when they’re the type to keep throwing themselves into such situations, isn’t it?” He did not mention Fandral’s name, but it was easy enough for anyone that knew him to know he was talking about the other Asgardian. But he didn’t bring him up specifically, only because it wasn’t a topic he thought he could talk openly about with his daughter. I didn’t take much to know exactly who Thor was talking about. Tor wasn’t totally sure of the status of Thor’s and Fandral’s relationship, and she wasn’t sure she could or should ask. All she could do was speculate, which meant she kept her speculations to herself. “It is.” she agreed, pausing to take another bite of food. “But they wouldn’t be them if they didn’t.” That was who James was, and who he would always be. She was just lucky he could survive what he did. “James wasn’t the only one being stupid though.” She was attempting to be casual. “Luckily Loki was in the past with us too.” She knew Fandral was fine at this point, he was more sturdy than humans, even super soldier ones. “I doubt Fandral would hesitate to do something stupid again as well.” He had no doubts about Torunn being perceptive and that was only confirmed when she brought Fandral’s name into the conversation. He felt a pang over the recent...well, it wasn’t quite a fallout, but he would call it a distance that had appeared after Fandral had returned to the present and had started to go out before he was fully healed. It was getting worse with each passing day that they didn’t speak about the growing distance that was occurring between them. “Aye,” he said instead, focusing on the conversation at hand. “No amount of anyone telling him to be careful will make him more mindful. But that’s our lot in life, to deal with these men.” And hopefully for a very long time, even if things weren’t quite comfortable at the moment. “The wedding that is coming up is much needed. We need some downtime, away from witches looking to take over the world or trips to the past.” Her eyes narrowed at the mention of witches, but she did her best to not let their most recent unwanted visitor take over her thoughts. She wasn’t worth it. So Torunn pushed her out of her mind. “Men can be dumb.” she agreed with a smirk, sticking out her tongue for just a second at him. Because, well, they were. “This wedding has been years in the making.” And if one more thing got in the way of that, she was potentially going to drown half of the city in flash floods. “A Stark Wedding is going to be a party, that’s pretty much guaranteed. As long as Vallo decides to calm down long enough.” Laughing at her sticking out her tongue at him, his mood was perking right back up again. He had good food, his daughter, and a potential fun event to look forward to. What did he have to be melancholy over? “May it go off without another hitch,” Thor said instead, raising his glass in a toast. “And you owe me a dance.” Torunn raised her own glass in a hopeful toast that Tony and Pepper’s wedding go off without a hitch, and it was everything that could hope for, before taking a drink. “It better, they’ve waited long enough.” Years, literally years of uncertainty and trouble. As far as Torunn saw it, the universe owed them at this point. “As many as you’d like. If I have to dress up, the party had better last well into the night.” Tor didn’t dress up often, it was too much work. When she did, she usually went all out, so she might as well make sure it was worth it. “Then at least a dozen,” Thor teased, finishing with his meal and the last of his drink. “Take your time finishing up lunch,” he said, starting to get up from where they had settled to eat. “I have to hit the restroom and then we can get back to work?” They still had quite a few things to do before they could call it a day. When Thor stood up, she checked the time on her phone again, confirming that he was right, it was time to get back to work. “Crap, yeah, we should probably do that. Thanks again for bringing this.” She appreciated the gesture, and it did not hurt that the food really was delicious. When Thor left, she picked up the pace to finish off the last bit of her meal and drink, while mentally making a list of everything they had left to do for the day. |