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Stubbornthor & theoneandonlyowenharper entered Versailles

Hands clasped in front of her, Jeanne had taken to wandering the royal gardens outside the palace. It was a rather nice day out, hardly a cloud in the sky. So of course she had been told to carry a parasol with her.

Stopping a way in, she brought a rose to her lips, letting the petals brush over her skin before taking in it's distinct scent. The carefree atmosphere made the gardens one of her favorite places in the palace, and it showed from the smile that graced her lips.

Seeing someone ahead at a crossroads, she made her way to them, extending the parasol in case it was an official. It wouldn't do for her fair skin to burn.

"Monsieur," Reinette called out, not recognizing the uniforms of a guard from the clothes they wore. "Are you lost?"

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Natasha nodded to her fellow avenger. "Hey, Thor."

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Seeking Adventure

They were of that age where pent up energy sent them across the realm searching for adventure. They were not children, but they were not adults in the eyes of the Aesir. They were pupas on the edge metamorphosis. They were youths with blunted swords and god-complexes. Luckily they weren't suicidal. Today was not the day they planned to lose themselves in the icy tundra of Niflheim.

Loki had been involved in the planning. He had no desire to act as the distinguisher of flaming robes. That was, as he constantly found himself saying, not the sole purpose of his presence. No. Vanaheim was his idea. It was a verdant world as beautiful as Asgard, with a pleasant climate and beautiful women. It was the home of Odin's wife, the mother of the three Odinsons. Frigga often spoke of the beauty of the realm, and the Warrior's Three had yet to venture to the realm.

Now, the trickster was saddling his horse, the landscape slowly brightening as the sunrise chased the stars from the sky. Thor was late. His brother never seemed to worry about time, though it hardly mattered at the moment. Loki was the only one in the stables, beside the barn hands. All he could do was wait at this point. The raven-haired sorcerer paced over the dirt-floor. The sounds of horses was almost calming, but he still ran an agitated hand through his hair. His armor choice was minimal, and mostly decorative. Surely he would not need more, but in the isolation of early morning he questioned his choice.

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