"The only thing that's permanent in life is impermanence."
Thor Odinson arrives back to New Asgard after decapitating Thanos in the privacy of his own home. He finds himself spiraling down a landslide of depression due to his younger brother's grues...
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TWELVE: THE FESTIVAL
Sòl was absolutely in love.
The gown Astrid made for her was almost exactly like the pink one she used to wear on old Asgard. This time, it was a deep ruby red color and fit snugly against her torso and the small of her lower back. The bodice showed off Sòl's shape—and her ass, per Astrid's request—with that timeless, sheer Asgardian draping across her shoulders that formed a long cape behind her. The torso was more armor-like, traditionally speaking for goddesses, a slim gold-plated necklace resting neatly between her cleavage and in the middle of her deep, plunging neckline.
Sòl loved showing skin, being one of the darkest goddesses on Asgard, she took everything to her advantage. Her skin was smooth and soft and radiant, and she liked showing it off, especially with vibrant colors.
That was why the slit in the dress on her right thigh was everything she had ever wanted.
"I'm about to cry," Sòl stared at herself in her own mirror in her room, her expression blank despite the emotion behind what she had just said.
"You like it?" Astrid asked nervously.
"Yes," she cleared her throat, getting choked up, "my chest looks great! And this thigh," the turned to the side with the slit and pointed her leg out, "I look so tall."
"Do you?" she deadpanned, attaching a gold garter to the top of her other thigh, "this is just in case."
"In case what?" Sòl questioned with a raised brow, "I'm not doing anything tonight."
"Mhm," Astrid ignored her and stood to face Sòl, fixing her hair. It was braided in two thick braids that touched the bottom of her back. A few small flowers and slim gold wiring adorned the top part in an intricate and dainty crown.
"I'm being serious—"
"Shush," Astrid touched up Sòl's red lipstick and smiled, "You look gorgeous. This doesn't transfer, so if you want to go crazy, I'll allow it."
"Thank you for your permission," Sòl rolled her eyes. Seconds later, Valkyrie entered Sòl's house without knocking—like always—with a bright smile on her face.
"You look so good!" they both exclaimed at the same time, giggling and holding hands. Valkyrie's armor was still the same light grey, white, and blue colors, but it was more fitted and clean, not as bulky as it used to be. The Sakaarian flare was still there, with the sleeves gone until the armor reappeared at her forearms again. Her cape was blue and her hair was out of its usually braided ponytail, now falling down her shoulders and framing her face.
"I love the new suit, Brun," Sòl commended, smiling at her best friend.
"Astrid never does us dirty," she agreed, her brown eyes coming in contact with the gold garter Astrid was fixing, "Oh? Is this secretly coronation night, my darling—"
