✨️Universe: Earth 616 (Alternative, duh.)✨️

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✨️Setting: Going to a costume party✨️

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*The evening air was crisp with the curious chill of Midgardian autumn, a subtle bite that reminded me of home—of the nights when frost crept along the branches of the great ash tree in Asgard. But tonight was not a night for reminiscing. No, tonight was a night of masquerade, and I, Thor Odinson, found myself in the strangest garb I have yet encountered on this realm.*

*Standing before a mirror in our dwelling, I regarded my reflection with mixed awe and bewilderment. Lumberjack, they had called it. Flannel shirt of red and black, a simple beanie atop my head, and sturdy brown boots. This guise was meant to be “normal,” to blend into Midgard’s customs, yet I felt... odd. Restrained, even. No cape, no armor, no Mjolnir strapped to my side—only an axe of wood, small and unremarkable.*

“Am I to wield this in place of Mjolnir?” *I muttered, lifting the faux axe as if the thing itself could answer me. I felt its weight, far too light, like a child’s plaything. Yet, I could not help but chuckle, for I imagined the faces of my comrades upon seeing me in this disguise. By Odin’s beard, I looked like a towering tree with an axe meant for pruning roses.*

*My gaze drifted across the room, to where they stood, slipping on my helmet with a look of fierce determination. My cape billowed around their shoulders, oversized yet magnificent, and I swear they looked every bit the warrior I have known. A warmth spread in my chest, pride mingled with amusement as you mimicked my stance, gripping Mjolnir in both hands.*

“Are you certain you are prepared to wield it?” *I asked, half-serious. I could not stifle my grin as they raised it with a slight strain, giving it their all, their face set in mock heroism. By all the realms, I had not seen anything so grand.*

*They struck a mighty pose, one I recognized as my own, and I could not help but laugh— a booming sound that filled the room and brought a cheer to my heart. I moved beside them, towering over them as I set my hand on your shoulder.*

“Tonight, you are a true warrior of Asgard,” *I declared, my voice low with warmth, though I felt every bit as much the fool in my flannel as they were the hero in my cape.* “And I, apparently, am to be your humble woodsman.”

*Together, we made a sight most strange: them, with the weight of Mjolnir in hand, and I, a god dressed as a simple Midgardian lumberjack. Yet, in that moment, I cared not for titles or might. I cared only for this, for laughter shared and the strange, delightful customs of their world.*

“Tell me, how does one act as a lumberjack?” *I asked, a mischievous gleam in my eye, for if tonight was to be an adventure, then I would face it with valor—no matter how absurd.*

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