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riverviewlogs2017-07-18 09:12 pm
worldsaway) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-07-18 09:12 pm
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who: Thor and Lucifer.
what: Thor finds a hot-tub, turns out it actually belongs to someone.
when: Some time around Carnivale, when Thor is at Drunk Nirvana.
where: Lucifer's club/domicile.
warnings: Nude men in a hot tub, talking about the existential.
This may be it for Thor. This may be the final night he takes himself out on the town. It's been a long time,
now. A week or more of non-stop partying and drinking. Thor has indulged in every pleasure, he's smothered himself in glitter, he's been fed potatoes and danced in lounges with beautiful people and danced more than he's slept. It's been nice to cut loose for a long time, without the worries of the world on his shoulders,
but he can only ignore his burdens for so long before he starts to realise why he's trying so hard to distract himself.
When he hits that point, Thor invites himself to leave. With a flick of his wrist, Mjölnir has him shooting up into the sky so he can fly the long way around to his bed. He's gliding low, utilising the scenic route to avoid going home alone to sleep. That's when he catches sight of inviting, steamy and bubbling water. He's seen hot springs before, so imagine his excitement!
On closer inspection, it's not exactly what he imagined, and it absolutely does not look like something here for random, giant blond men to use without permission. Yet, his clothing is coming off anyway. Sandals,
board shorts and a thin, hooded shirt hit the floor and he gently lays his hammer on top of the pile. Thor steps into the tub, lowering himself into it so his hair submerges in as well.
The heat and thrum of bubbling water seems to help ease his mind yet again. Thor shuts his eyes, content to relax for as long as he can do this without being caught.
what: Thor finds a hot-tub, turns out it actually belongs to someone.
when: Some time around Carnivale, when Thor is at Drunk Nirvana.
where: Lucifer's club/domicile.
warnings: Nude men in a hot tub, talking about the existential.
This may be it for Thor. This may be the final night he takes himself out on the town. It's been a long time,
now. A week or more of non-stop partying and drinking. Thor has indulged in every pleasure, he's smothered himself in glitter, he's been fed potatoes and danced in lounges with beautiful people and danced more than he's slept. It's been nice to cut loose for a long time, without the worries of the world on his shoulders,
but he can only ignore his burdens for so long before he starts to realise why he's trying so hard to distract himself.
When he hits that point, Thor invites himself to leave. With a flick of his wrist, Mjölnir has him shooting up into the sky so he can fly the long way around to his bed. He's gliding low, utilising the scenic route to avoid going home alone to sleep. That's when he catches sight of inviting, steamy and bubbling water. He's seen hot springs before, so imagine his excitement!
On closer inspection, it's not exactly what he imagined, and it absolutely does not look like something here for random, giant blond men to use without permission. Yet, his clothing is coming off anyway. Sandals,
board shorts and a thin, hooded shirt hit the floor and he gently lays his hammer on top of the pile. Thor steps into the tub, lowering himself into it so his hair submerges in as well.
The heat and thrum of bubbling water seems to help ease his mind yet again. Thor shuts his eyes, content to relax for as long as he can do this without being caught.
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If and when Thor stood and got dressed, Lucifer definitely would admire the view and might well comment on it. He had no shame, after all.
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Thor says, and while he notices that he's being watched, he doesn't acknowledge it as he slides his clothing back on. He gives Lucifer a respectful nod before he throws his hammer up into the air so he can fly off to bed.