SOMETIMES LIFE COMES AT U FAST

[thunderriere]

WHO: Thor Odinson + Lester Papadopoulos
WHERE: THE MOMVERSE EQUIVALENT OF A CVS
WHEN: The Past
WHAT: look, i'm dying, it's gods and tabloids
WARNINGS: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[ It's summer. It's hot. It's tempting to break open the skies for a mid-day shower to bring down the humidity and the heat, but the few times he's indulged in summer storms, it's been Nap City US straight after, and the girls get irritable when he goes to Nap City unannounced (and Loki is probably going to notice, if he hasn't already, and man waking up to whatever ruin he or Eleanor might wreak on the house.

So: Thor is going to invest in some creamsicles

He's got sixteen boxes of the orange ice cream treats in his basket hanging on his arm, standing in line for check-out at the local corner-store-slash-pharmacy-slash-bwitter-celebrity-spotting-hotspot, and Thor is absently pawing through some checkstand magazines as he waits for an open register. ]

Ugly, ugly, ugly. Who picks these colors? This is disgusting.

[ Checking on that Shamtheon coverage with the critical hot takes. But hey, What superpowers should you have based on your zodiac sign??? This should be terrible too. ]

Comments

[lesterzeppelin]

[ The best and worst part about living alone while the roommate's dead: there is zero accountability. Z e r o. No one to make healthy meals for, no one to welcome him home, and worst - no one to judge him when he walks home with far too much chocolate for one man to bear.

Lester has sweet freedom, and yet he can't bring himself to indulge in that sweet freedom. Even his usual candy purchases feel weird if no one's going to yell at him for it later, so he's just buying extra sunscreen and other boring things like... hand soap...

Which feel a lot more boring when he overhears someone looking at magazines. Lester can't help approaching, folding his arms as he squints at the magazine, ]

If those are the fake gods I think they are.... we can blame Woden for those tragic messes.

[thunderriere]

[ He glances up at the sudden voice — he recognizes it, even if only hearing it through the ravens' imitations. His mouth flicks into the glimmer of a smile in greeting, but once the topic reveals itself, his sours immediately. ]

Ah. The pretender to the All-Father's name. [ Thor shakes his head, giving one last glance to the travesty in the tabloid before flipping it shut and putting it back on the rack. ] Seems a garbage persona can only produce garbage in turn.

I feel bad for the people stuck wearing them. Must have been rough.

[lesterzeppelin]

[ Who could blame the guy for frowning, if this Woden isn't anything like the Woden (Odin?) that Thor knows? Lester nods, folding his arms as he thinks back to that horrendous week.

(To his roommate dying, thanks to Woden preying on the roommate's worst insecurities. But man, that's not idle chatter and even his lack of tact knows it.) ]

In more ways than one. [ he sighs, ] But thankfully, they've been freed from their fashion prisons and have returned to some.... uh, some semblance of normalcy.

[ that said - ] Hey, are those creamsicles?