It's not very often that he's surrounded by people who are perhaps as brazen and scandalous as he is. Not recently these days, anyway. Usually he's the one in the room people have to tell to tone it down. It's nice, in a way. And for some reason even he can't help the duck of his head, the little helpless grin, maybe even just a very faint lick of heat across his face- though perhaps that's a little more due to the thought of the idea than any sense of shame which he's long since lost. Thor is the prince of these people after all and here they are talking about their potential bedroom escapades. It's amusing.
"Careful you don't spoil me too much, I might become a brat." Which he almost certainly is already. This is a little akin to the treatment he gets on earth if not knocked up several notches. And while he doesn't find it overwhelmingly necessary to be doted upon, fine on his own, this is an extension of Thor. So he accepts it all very happily and disappears with Tove and Ravena to get suited up, as it were. He's still not very sure he'll look the part of someone that fits into Asgard's greater landscape, maybe very obviously every bit the visitor that he is but...
Once everything is pulled together and he turns left and then right a couple times over to look at his reflection in the mirror, with these new garments literally made for him, the slight swish of the cape- while he wouldn't have thought of himself as a cape person before, and Thor definitely pulls it off, it's a look he doesn't mind. Maybe even likes. A little. "Will do," he says to her. "You never know. We might keep you busy." And maybe in that shameless fashion they'll request some more of those sensual garments.
After one final look, deciding this is as good as it's going to get, he steps out from the changing room, shoulders squared back like he feels like he has to carry the look. At the very least the few steps it takes to get back to Thor, who he smiles at as he puts a hand on his hip. "I'll take your complimentary commentary now. Especially with our tailor friends within earshot."
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"Careful you don't spoil me too much, I might become a brat." Which he almost certainly is already. This is a little akin to the treatment he gets on earth if not knocked up several notches. And while he doesn't find it overwhelmingly necessary to be doted upon, fine on his own, this is an extension of Thor. So he accepts it all very happily and disappears with Tove and Ravena to get suited up, as it were. He's still not very sure he'll look the part of someone that fits into Asgard's greater landscape, maybe very obviously every bit the visitor that he is but...
Once everything is pulled together and he turns left and then right a couple times over to look at his reflection in the mirror, with these new garments literally made for him, the slight swish of the cape- while he wouldn't have thought of himself as a cape person before, and Thor definitely pulls it off, it's a look he doesn't mind. Maybe even likes. A little. "Will do," he says to her. "You never know. We might keep you busy." And maybe in that shameless fashion they'll request some more of those sensual garments.
After one final look, deciding this is as good as it's going to get, he steps out from the changing room, shoulders squared back like he feels like he has to carry the look. At the very least the few steps it takes to get back to Thor, who he smiles at as he puts a hand on his hip. "I'll take your complimentary commentary now. Especially with our tailor friends within earshot."