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[worldsaway]

Who: Thor worldsaway
What: various goings on until I make another log
When: august onward
Where: various
Content Warnings: NSFW potential

[feel free to hit me up for BESPOKE starters, otherwise this is just a holding cell for various threads.]

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jaskier, yennefer and ciri - moving day

[worldsaway]

[A friend is a fine thing to have in a strange, new world. Thor has quickly decided that Jaskier is a friend, and a friend worth having. He owes him a debt for his excellent massage, which was scintillating, so he readily agrees to come help on moving day.

Thor is a big man, but even for a big man he lifts heavy objects with ease and doesn't seem to have exerted himself much, even after pivoting the couch in largely unassisted.

He does eventually take a break so that the happy housemates can bicker about where they want things. He helps himself to a seat on the couch, staring into space where a TV probably would be if it were here. When Jaskier reappears, he smiles up at him.]

Does it feel strange? To settle in?

[rollstoseduce]

[Regardless of Jaskier's constant horniness, Thor is a good man, and the bard is glad he can keep his company after that failed attempt at making that massage less innocent. He asked for his help truly meaning it, the strength of a god being needed when all this house has is three witches and a bard...

(He doesn't count as a witch because of his bardic magic now, shut up.)

...but does that mean he won't admire the view? Impossible not to! It's not every day that Jaskier finds a man that can match Geralt in bulk, so sue him for staring a bit while telling Thor where things go. Especially when he moves the piano - fuck, the combo of muscles and an instrument is simply too damn good.

When Thor finally takes a break, though, Jaskier chases those thoughts away and smiles back, sitting next to him as he offers him a can of cold beer. That question, though? Gets a snort out of him.]

Hitting me with the hard questions, are you?

[He takes a rather long sip of his own can, definitely not enough to get him drunk but the spirit of I can't have this conversation sober is there. Honestly, he's been trying not to think too hard about it. The events at home had shaken him pretty badly and he barely had known where he stood - now he's here, starting his life again for... what? Fourth time? And yet they may be sent home soon? Jaskier never was one for stability, but this is ridiculous. Destiny, you crazy bitch.]

Of course it's bloody bizarre. [He finally answers as he looks around the room, taking in the fact this is his house now. One of his legs begins bouncing in an old tick that irritated Geralt's enhanced hearing. Gods, that feels like it happened fifty years ago. He doesn't do settling, but saying it aloud feels... cringy. It didn't use to be that way, what happened? It's a strange feeling, and it makes him ramble.] It's a whole fucking house! I never had a whole fucking house! What if I get bored of this place in two months? What if the ladies don't want a man in the house after all? There's a garden in the back! I learned how to forage plants, not how to grow them! And what happens if any of the Roachies shows up, how do you keep a horse in these modern cities?!

[He throws his free hand up in frustration, the subject of Roach coming from his subconscious dancing around the subject.]