“ The revolution has begun! “ from a very inebriated Martha.
some meme i forgot the name of. / @perdurables.
thor snorts. from said snort derives a cackle, and then his signature booming laugh comes to the forefront, volume near capable of shaking the table; perching himself upon the edge of it, he gestures, beckoning for a high five. once this is received, he joyfully clicks their tankards together. ‘to revolution! skål !’
whatever martha put in hers, he can smell it, but he certainly doesn’t know the midgardian name for it. his own overflowing tankard splatters across the table, but he cares little, only whooping in delight. it’s been a while since he allowed himself to simply have fun, and to sit back, unburdened by duty. call it a 24 hour vacation. either way, he thinks little of his own sorrows and concerns, giving martha a hefty clap on her considerably smaller shoulder. he quickly pats it at a much gentler rate in apology. still, the god of thunder smiles broadly.
’you’ve a stronger stomach for the stuff than most midgardians i’ve met thus far. ‘tis an impressive feat, to even hold with me this far.’
