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post-Halloween [for Jane]
Nov. 10th, 2013 07:13 pmThor was no stranger to intimacy. In Asgard, he'd had his fair share of lovers and had never been shy about pursuing his latest fancy but things had changed since he met Jane Foster some two years ago. He had become more serious and, as he got involved in the protection of Midgard, more serious about the task set before him and the responsibility that came along with it. He had matured, for better or worse.
But in his desire to protect Jane and to keep from hurting her when he was inevitably called away for duty, he had forgotten how to enjoy himself with her. He had nothing but mere scraps of affection here and there over the past months and while their time in the hotel had drawn them closer, he had yet to actually make a real overture to her. Part of him was afraid that if the relationship were tested, it would come out wanting and Jane would find someone else who suited her better. Thor could be arrogant but beneath that arrogance was a very real insecurity.
None of it seemed to matter tonight. He had been skeptical about the scrap of cloth she insisted was this Tarzan costume and her own gown was bright yellow and full of frills that not even Asgardian clothing seemed to have. It was much different than Jane's usual dress and while he liked it, he thought he liked her normal clothes much more. (He was especially fond of jeans but that was another story for another time.) Still, she looked beautiful and he'd asked her to come away with him to somewhere more private and intimate; they'd decided on her room instead of his.
"I still think I am the butt of a joke in this costume even though some of the others recognized what I was meant to be. I think everyone in that entire party stared at me at some point."
But in his desire to protect Jane and to keep from hurting her when he was inevitably called away for duty, he had forgotten how to enjoy himself with her. He had nothing but mere scraps of affection here and there over the past months and while their time in the hotel had drawn them closer, he had yet to actually make a real overture to her. Part of him was afraid that if the relationship were tested, it would come out wanting and Jane would find someone else who suited her better. Thor could be arrogant but beneath that arrogance was a very real insecurity.
None of it seemed to matter tonight. He had been skeptical about the scrap of cloth she insisted was this Tarzan costume and her own gown was bright yellow and full of frills that not even Asgardian clothing seemed to have. It was much different than Jane's usual dress and while he liked it, he thought he liked her normal clothes much more. (He was especially fond of jeans but that was another story for another time.) Still, she looked beautiful and he'd asked her to come away with him to somewhere more private and intimate; they'd decided on her room instead of his.
"I still think I am the butt of a joke in this costume even though some of the others recognized what I was meant to be. I think everyone in that entire party stared at me at some point."