ohsodashingme:

iamthefirechild:

“Oh, nono, I’m not — ” He kissed her hand and she coloured. “I’m not a lady,” she finished. “But, um, well met, anyway, Fandral the Dashing. It makes you sound like a pirate, that byname. Are you an Asgardian pirate?” She can’t help the slight teasing, putting mischief between herself and the way her heart fluttered when he kissed her hand.

    _{“You’re not a lady? You appear to be a woman. Am I somehow mistaken?” Then Fandral laughed warmly at he question and he shook his head. “Nay, I am not a pirate. I am a warrior. Along with Volstagg the Valiant and Hogun the Grim,” he laughed.}

“A lady and woman are not the same,” she pointed out. “Oh!” It came to her then, who she was actually talking to. “The Warriors Three! You’re Thor’s companions. That’s amazing!”

ohsodashingme:

iamthefirechild:

“As you can see, I’m not terribly sensible either.” She offered a brief curtsey, hand over heart. “I’m Summer, fellow nonsensical person.”

     _{Fandral chuckled then bowed to her. “Fandral the Dashing. Of Asgard,” he greeted, taking her hand. “A pleasure to meet you, Lady Summer,” he said and placed a gentle kiss to her hand.}

“Oh, nono, I’m not — ” He kissed her hand and she coloured. “I’m not a lady,” she finished. “But, um, well met, anyway, Fandral the Dashing. It makes you sound like a pirate, that byname. Are you an Asgardian pirate?” She can’t help the slight teasing, putting mischief between herself and the way her heart fluttered when he kissed her hand.

ohsodashingme:

iamthefirechild:

“Half past midnight, I believe,” Summer said, glancing up. She gave a half-smile back. Cute guy; why was he talking to her? “Or much too late for sensible people to still be awake.”

     _{As soon as she said her last part, Fandral’s smile was quick and full of mischief. “Ah, but my lady, I’ve never been sensible,” he replied immediately. Then he bowed. “But I thank you for the information.”}

“As you can see, I’m not terribly sensible either.” She offered a brief curtsey, hand over heart. “I’m Summer, fellow nonsensical person.”

ohsodashingme:

     _{The sound of footsteps brought Fandral’s attention from his reverie as he leaned against the wall. The man smiled a charming smile as he pushed himself off of it to walk with the newcomer. “Might I pester you for the time?”}

“Half past midnight, I believe,” Summer said, glancing up. She gave a half-smile back. Cute guy; why was he talking to her? “Or much too late for sensible people to still be awake.”