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"I need to come clean about the hair thing, I think it's only fair after this long."
“Why I dye my hair,” she tugged on a handful of it slightly as if to respond to the joke she expected -that it was a wig- from him. She felt the familiar and unwelcome tightness in her chest that came along with her anxiety, but she needed to tell him, and she badly needed to show that she trusted him more. It wasn’t a fear that he would do something to her, she knew he would never intentionally hurt her, it was more the concern of what he would do to others. But she couldn’t avoid New York all together, or keep herself hidden away in Asgard.
“It’s not a style thing, I really don’t prefer this over my natural colour, but I know you do, and I don’t mind… I didn’t mind,” she sighed, a little lost for how to explain without sounding like she was rambling. Anna sat down across from him and reached out to take his hands, hoping he would keep them from shaking so obviously. “I dyed it for the wedding for you, I wanted to impress you, and everyone else… But I can’t stand it now, I don’t want the hassle, and I don’t want to be scared to go home just because of a fucking hairstyle.” She let go of his hands and slumped back in her chair, looking everywhere but at him. “I know it’s stupid, but I don’t know what to do,” she admitted.
He listened to her without interrupting her. Not entirely sure how to approah the topic at first, but missed her hands when she pulled them back. “You know I love you no less whatever hair color you have right? I am sorry that I have made you self conscious like that,” he stood up and walked around the table and knelt down next to her chair, taking her hands in his, “Blonde hair or natural, you are undoubtedly the most beautiful lass I’ve seen. Don’t chance because of some foolish thing I say. You know I do that. A lot,” he sighed and rested his lips against her fingers, “Return to your natural hair color when you want to, Anna. I be no less proud of you being mine.”
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*throws a snowball at Thor's head*
“That’s the best you got brother?”
“Yes, but you don’t have the magic to shield yourself from lava,” he pointed out. “I do, even if it would be terrible for my complexion.”
“True true,” Thor nodded, patting a snow ball nice around before aiming it directly at Loki’s nose.
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*throws a snowball at Thor's head*
“That’s the best you got brother?”
“Lava rocks aren’t fun,” he pointed out. He scooted out of the way, back towards the trees, his eyes dancing. “This is fun. Aren’t you having fun, big brother?”
“Actually it would be. Lava would have more effect on both of us than snow,” he pointed out, not moving closer to the trees despite Loki doing so.
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*throws a snowball at Thor's head*
“That’s the best you got brother?”
“Oh, of course it isn’t!” He smirked, tossed another snowball at Thor’s face, then vanished, reappearing behind him to dump a handful of snow down his collar.
“You are dead,” Thor had picked up a snowball to have at a ready. Not quick enough to avoid getting snow down his collar, but was quick to do the same in return, “We should go and do this in Muspelheim with lava rocks.”
*throws a snowball at Thor's head*
“That’s the best you got brother?”
"I need to come clean about the hair thing, I think it's only fair after this long."
“Hair thing? What hair thing?”
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“I hate the word ‘hero’,” Thor didn’t look at Anna as he spoke, but rather kept his eyes on his own fingers tracking the lines on the wooden tables, “Especially when it does not suit... well, me. What kind of hero cannot even save and protect his own family?”
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She tightened the pigtails and pulled at the hot pants in front of the mirror, not fully sure that she could pull off the look. Anna never had issues with her body in the past, but when it came to comparing herself to movie stars it was a different matter. She sucked it up and picked up the baseball bat, resting it on her shoulder as she walked slowly out into the living room, slow enough that her heels clicked along the hardwood floor. "Ready to go, sugar?" she asked in the accent.
Thor was finishing up a conversation with Tony when he heard the clicking of her heels so he snapped the phone off and straightened.“I’m in the kitchen,” he called to her, smile widening when he saw her,“Oh bless my soul that is a sight for sore eyes,” he sighed, eyes trailing down her legs and bit his bottom lip,“You look ready to kill.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist when he picked her up and tilted her head. “I don’t need any help, ain’t you supposed to be keepin’ me under control anyway?” she grinned and tightened her hold on him a little. “I suppose we really have to show face tonight huh? I really feel like I should put on a little more, I’ll probably freeze out there.”
“Like put you on a leash or something?” he asked and sat her down on the kitchen island, placing short kisses on her lips in between looking at her, “I like the look. I don’t care if the make up smear all over the pillows later, but you are keeping that on until then,” he grinned, both his hands on her thighs as he kissed her again.
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She tightened the pigtails and pulled at the hot pants in front of the mirror, not fully sure that she could pull off the look. Anna never had issues with her body in the past, but when it came to comparing herself to movie stars it was a different matter. She sucked it up and picked up the baseball bat, resting it on her shoulder as she walked slowly out into the living room, slow enough that her heels clicked along the hardwood floor. "Ready to go, sugar?" she asked in the accent.
Thor was finishing up a conversation with Tony when he heard the clicking of her heels so he snapped the phone off and straightened.“I’m in the kitchen,” he called to her, smile widening when he saw her,“Oh bless my soul that is a sight for sore eyes,” he sighed, eyes trailing down her legs and bit his bottom lip,“You look ready to kill.”
“Honey, how you think I got these heels from the store?” she winked and set the bat down on the table as she took in his ‘costume’ as well. “You look really good, I think you missed your calling with this whole Avenger and King thing,” she laughed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to kiss him. “Are you sure I look alright in this? I feel like a hooker.”
“The bat is a nice touch. Maybe I wont need this,” he patted the fake shotgun he had on the table before wrapping his arms around her waist and easily hoisted her up and returned the kiss. “Alright? You look so hot I might help you fight off suitors tonight.”
She tightened the pigtails and pulled at the hot pants in front of the mirror, not fully sure that she could pull off the look. Anna never had issues with her body in the past, but when it came to comparing herself to movie stars it was a different matter. She sucked it up and picked up the baseball bat, resting it on her shoulder as she walked slowly out into the living room, slow enough that her heels clicked along the hardwood floor. "Ready to go, sugar?" she asked in the accent.
Thor was finishing up a conversation with Tony when he heard the clicking of her heels so he snapped the phone off and straightened.“I’m in the kitchen,” he called to her, smile widening when he saw her,“Oh bless my soul that is a sight for sore eyes,” he sighed, eyes trailing down her legs and bit his bottom lip,“You look ready to kill.”
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"On a scale from 1 to... to, like... 100. How drunk are you right now?" Thor asked, looking at the empty bottle on the table of their new upstate home, "I mean I wanted to rip your shirt off before I even had one drink so you can imagine where I'm at now... but... where are you at?"
The burning feeling in her chest had long disappeared and been replaced by a lightheaded feeling, she looked up at him and scrunched up her nose, barely keeping the giggle to herself. “I’m wherever you want me to be,” she said quietly, winking and swaying side to side purposefully on her chair. She couldn’t hold back the laughter at her behaviour anymore. “Are you gonna give me into trouble?” she asked, leaning on the table and resting her chin on her hand as she watched him.
She tried a shocked laugh when her shirt was damn near ripped right off, and wiggled her arms out of it, kicking it away with her foot and not caring much where it ended up. “You should carry me then,” she suggested while tilting her head and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I fully trust your skills in getting me into bed naked.”
“I don’t know about the carrying part, but I getting you naked shouldn’t be too hard,” he smiled and kissed her, holding her against him rather than carrying her up the stairs, “I love you, silly,” he told her, collapsing on the bed with her.
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