st_ormbreaker: (Hella charming.)
Thor Odinson ([personal profile] st_ormbreaker) wrote2018-12-05 08:53 pm

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It couldn't be anything important.

That's what Thor decided first. If he was going to lie to Valkyrie, it was going to be over something pointless, something trivial. Something that didn't matter. The first lie is a small one -- a message sent to her from his notebook:
I need to talk to you about something.
Truth be told, Thor had nothing of significance to talk about. The two of them chatted enough that there generally wasn't anything new to discuss about their day-to-day. The one truly significant thing he had to talk to Valkyrie about he had done so shortly after arrival, and even then he didn't feel particularly inclined to give out anything more than just the essentials -- then or now.
Pool Bar, one hour.
The Pool Bar was unoccupied this time of year. During the spring and summer months, you'd find people there all hours of the day, making their own drinks to suck down as they lay out at the pool's edge. Winter made the location less appealing. It was private, the perfect place to discuss something important.

That is, if Thor had something important to discuss.

Thor is sitting at one of the tables in the pool bar, notebook open, two bottles pulled from the bar's shelves: a Johnnie Walker and a newly-discovered malt scotch he'd pulled from the shelf based on name alone (Highland Park Valkyrie). It felt appropriate somehow.

Thor idly writes in his notebook as he waits, brows furrowed with thought.
st_allionofdoom: (really? I'm busy)

[personal profile] st_allionofdoom 2018-12-06 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
When Valkyrie saw the message pop up following the newest firm reprimand to her roommate, the immediate thought that it could be something regarding Loki popped up. Whether Thor was privy to her and his brother's business or not, the thought didn't particular bother her aside from Thor's requisite nosiness or tendency to jump to his own conclusions. So when she received the summons, she sighed and threw on an acceptable looking coat and made for the pool bar. He was still the man on the throne, after all.

"You wrote, Your Majesty?" She called as she approached from yards away, claiming the chair across from Thor.