[ It was fairly obvious to almost anyone that knew Thor that wine was far from his drink. He preferred things that could be imbibed quickly and in great volumes. Usually beer. But given the nature of the energy festival, and his attempt to further his knowledge about the finer things in Midgardian life.
He couldn’t say he was particularly impressed by anything the Vinery had to offer. None of it was to Thor’s taste. It certainly wasn’t as good as that Faerie stuff Magnus had. If he was going to be forced to admit he liked things other than beer. He sniffed at the latest offering the poor sommelier had to offer and drank it like a shot. A long-suffering sigh from across the table could be heard by anyone – nearby or not. Thor just couldn’t seem to understand that he need to sniff, sip and swish the wine.
Thor made a face, the plastic cup being added to the growing pile beside him. Clearly the wine had no effect on him. His displeasure at this wine was just as visible as every other. ] Tastes like Hulk’s feet smell.
Colour Run
[ Thor was much more at home with the physical side of good deeds than something like folding baby clothes. As much as he understood that such a task really would be a help to the people of the city, he wasn’t great at sitting still. Thor needed to move. He needed to exert energy. There was nothing to fight, so running it was.
Well, when it wasn’t other physical activities.
He wasn’t intentionally trying to turn it into a competition – he assumed that wasn’t actually the point – but there was very little that Thor didn’t want to win at. If that meant enduring any number of these coloured powders and a white t-shirt that was clearly struggling to remain on his buff frame, then so be it. ]
Wildcard [ bring me your worst, pm or hit me up kindofabigdeal. when it comes to the colour run, I’m pretty open to Thor getting hit by any colour but he’s already mostly a ball of sunshine so probably not orange. ]
thor odinson | mcu
[ It was fairly obvious to almost anyone that knew Thor that wine was far from his drink. He preferred things that could be imbibed quickly and in great volumes. Usually beer. But given the nature of the energy festival, and his attempt to further his knowledge about the finer things in Midgardian life.
He couldn’t say he was particularly impressed by anything the Vinery had to offer. None of it was to Thor’s taste. It certainly wasn’t as good as that Faerie stuff Magnus had. If he was going to be forced to admit he liked things other than beer. He sniffed at the latest offering the poor sommelier had to offer and drank it like a shot. A long-suffering sigh from across the table could be heard by anyone – nearby or not. Thor just couldn’t seem to understand that he need to sniff, sip and swish the wine.
Thor made a face, the plastic cup being added to the growing pile beside him. Clearly the wine had no effect on him. His displeasure at this wine was just as visible as every other. ] Tastes like Hulk’s feet smell.
Colour Run
[ Thor was much more at home with the physical side of good deeds than something like folding baby clothes. As much as he understood that such a task really would be a help to the people of the city, he wasn’t great at sitting still. Thor needed to move. He needed to exert energy. There was nothing to fight, so running it was.
Well, when it wasn’t other physical activities.
He wasn’t intentionally trying to turn it into a competition – he assumed that wasn’t actually the point – but there was very little that Thor didn’t want to win at. If that meant enduring any number of these coloured powders and a white t-shirt that was clearly struggling to remain on his buff frame, then so be it. ]
Wildcard
[ bring me your worst, pm or hit me up