Truth be told, once she starts touching him, Thor isn't paying much attention to the movie anymore. At first, he's not sure what she's up to, but it doesn't take long before he's subconsciously leaning into her skilled hands. He'd forgotten how good it could feel to touch and be touched, like startling awake from a long dream when the waking world feel far away. A wordless groan falls from him as her fingers dig into knotted muscles, eyes half shut, and he almost doesn't even register that she's talking to him for a moment. "Mm," he agrees, thinking of long hours spent on his own couch in Norway, endlessly flipping through channels to find something as unrealistic as possible.
He feels oddly bereft when she stops, blinking as he draws his attention back to reality. Should he thank her? Ask her to keep going? Indecisive, he offers her a smile more genuine than any he's worn since he arrived, glancing back at the television. "Youths are the same everywhere, I suppose. It's a race to see who grows their first beard, or brag about bedding someone important. Can't tell you how many wanted to boast about charming me."
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Date: 2024-02-14 12:21 am (UTC)He feels oddly bereft when she stops, blinking as he draws his attention back to reality. Should he thank her? Ask her to keep going? Indecisive, he offers her a smile more genuine than any he's worn since he arrived, glancing back at the television. "Youths are the same everywhere, I suppose. It's a race to see who grows their first beard, or brag about bedding someone important. Can't tell you how many wanted to boast about charming me."