Arrival

While Thor had met new friends and old in the city, he arrived stag to the ball. The prince and god had left his armour back in his room, and chose to follow the dress code. The tie, however, had lasted all of five minutes before it was removed and placed on Mjolnir which hung from his belt. Surely it still counted as black tie even if it was his hammer that wore the tie.

Dinner

Thor’s enthusiasm for food was nowhere near equal to Volstagg’s, but he did enjoy a good meal. Maybe there weren’t waffles or pancakes, but he had to give his compliments to the city for always providing delicious meals. Of course the danger of sitting near Thor while he was eating or drinking was the constant risk that he might throw a plate, or smash a glass to show how much he enjoyed what he was having. He was trying to be on his best behaviour for the ball though, time around the Avengers calming him down just a little these days.

Gardens

As so always happened during revels on Asgard, the god eventually found himself wondering out in the gardens to take a breath away from all the excitement and cheering. Once upon a time it used to be because he was thinking of Jane, but those days were gone. Now it was because he couldn’t help but think of his father and his home despite Steve’s very good advice just to embrace the break that Cadelle offered.

Wildcard

Attempt to dance with him and Mjolnir. Drag him into the photobooth. Anything goes! Will match brackets or prose, I just wrote openers in prose. Hit me up on plurk (kindofabigdeal) or pm if you want to work anything out.