Peter likes stupid stuff. We were planning on planting a vegetable garden, how did you... holy Sif, this snake...
[he laughs, a sound of joy, because he loves it. the beady little eyes, the familiar colour pattern, the soft care with which it was made, just for him]
I love it the most and I'm naming it Snalex. [he interrupts himself with an exclamation;] -- Hammocks? [he loves them, wanted a hammock for their treehouse, too]
You're in touch with nature and you like being close to it. I thought it'd... make sense, or something. I dunno.
[ He's all nervous and sheepish, quietly happy but also just kinda waiting for Magnus to stumble on that one gift he hates that ruins the whole thing. The more this goes on, though, the more that feeling fades and the more genuine that warm pride in his chest starts to feel. ]
Snalex is good? I was thinking, like, Bloodvenom, but Snalex is better. And, uh - I was thinking you could have one of the hammocks outside, so you could both, like, lay in it and read a book together at sunset, and then you could have one inside so you could, um-- have one... inside. I guess. It's up to you, though. Obviously.
[he's blushing, just thinking about how nice it'd be; he's touched. he's so stupidly touched by this pile of stuff, all selected carefully for a home he, lowkey, has no idea what to fill with, after he's picked up Alex and Jack and placed them inside. Odin's just given him his answer -- he'll fill it with what his friends think he should have, because they know him, and what he likes and needs, often better than he does]
[the gifts that speak to Alex, and what she wants and needs, he loves even more]
Alex is gonna love the lights... and think this wood burning stuff is cool. I dunno if you know, but she's crazy artistic, she's learning how to weld right now? [...] Is there bacon in here?
She is? I saw some other artsy stuff, like these cool pencils that looked like raw branches with paint on the end of them, but I wasn't sure how into it you guys'd be. And I-- I wanted, like. I wanted you to have stuff I knew you'd love, and I think I did okay with it, but-- but maybe I'll buy her more art stuff. Like a proper sketchbook, or like-- or like, something kinda crazy like a glassblowing kit, or-- or something. I wasn't sure what she'd like, so I didn't...
[ he trails off, a bit, not exactly apologetic but not really sure how to handle all this approval and affection without being kind of overly humble and vaguely defeatist about it. he takes a couple breaths to chill out and ends up laughing at the bacon thing. ]
Oh, yeah! I got Peter a twelve pack of this deodorant that smells like bacon? I got some for myself, too. It is the worst.
Breakfast food smells are never the worst. Wait, I think I -- phoah! Found it. Haha, gross, I love it.
[but Magnus turns his attention back to Odin's bashfulness]
You don't need to give us stuff. Um, I do love it all, though. Alex will too, if you end up getting her anything like this. [it's his turn to feel bashful] Um, I didn't know what I was gonna put in the treehouse, once it was done... so this all helps. It helps a lot.
[a slightly stunned silence] I didn't actually think of bookshelves. I guess stacks on the floor would have been kind of hoarder-y?
I know I don't need to, it's just-- like I said. I'm telling the people I love that I love them.
[ He's trying not to think about this whole space show thing being a government conspiracy or whatever, because, like, the last thing he needs is to dwell on the idea that maybe he's going to be permanently sacrificed in some big anti-import movement - but. He's got a chance to tell someone he cares about them, so he's taking it. ]
I'm glad I could help, and also prevent your hoarder-y ways from exacerbating themselves. You've got beds, right? Kitchen stuff? Like, a fridge? I'm sure you could get a cool fridge that looks like a deer or something. And-- wait, you're set on electricity, right? I could power the tree with magic, if you don't have it covered.
We're getting a lot of bigger stuff from my friend's dream magic... um, electricity and plumbing's gonna be his job too. None of us wanna figure out how to make a tree toilet work.
[he sounds distracted. he's looking at his neat presents, thinking about how nice of a gesture this was. how he can see home in these things, in a way he didn't really understand before]
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[he laughs, a sound of joy, because he loves it. the beady little eyes, the familiar colour pattern, the soft care with which it was made, just for him]
I love it the most and I'm naming it Snalex. [he interrupts himself with an exclamation;] -- Hammocks? [he loves them, wanted a hammock for their treehouse, too]
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[ He's all nervous and sheepish, quietly happy but also just kinda waiting for Magnus to stumble on that one gift he hates that ruins the whole thing. The more this goes on, though, the more that feeling fades and the more genuine that warm pride in his chest starts to feel. ]
Snalex is good? I was thinking, like, Bloodvenom, but Snalex is better. And, uh - I was thinking you could have one of the hammocks outside, so you could both, like, lay in it and read a book together at sunset, and then you could have one inside so you could, um-- have one... inside. I guess. It's up to you, though. Obviously.
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[he's blushing, just thinking about how nice it'd be; he's touched. he's so stupidly touched by this pile of stuff, all selected carefully for a home he, lowkey, has no idea what to fill with, after he's picked up Alex and Jack and placed them inside. Odin's just given him his answer -- he'll fill it with what his friends think he should have, because they know him, and what he likes and needs, often better than he does]
[the gifts that speak to Alex, and what she wants and needs, he loves even more]
Alex is gonna love the lights... and think this wood burning stuff is cool. I dunno if you know, but she's crazy artistic, she's learning how to weld right now? [...] Is there bacon in here?
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[ he trails off, a bit, not exactly apologetic but not really sure how to handle all this approval and affection without being kind of overly humble and vaguely defeatist about it. he takes a couple breaths to chill out and ends up laughing at the bacon thing. ]
Oh, yeah! I got Peter a twelve pack of this deodorant that smells like bacon? I got some for myself, too. It is the worst.
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[but Magnus turns his attention back to Odin's bashfulness]
You don't need to give us stuff. Um, I do love it all, though. Alex will too, if you end up getting her anything like this. [it's his turn to feel bashful] Um, I didn't know what I was gonna put in the treehouse, once it was done... so this all helps. It helps a lot.
[a slightly stunned silence] I didn't actually think of bookshelves. I guess stacks on the floor would have been kind of hoarder-y?
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[ He's trying not to think about this whole space show thing being a government conspiracy or whatever, because, like, the last thing he needs is to dwell on the idea that maybe he's going to be permanently sacrificed in some big anti-import movement - but. He's got a chance to tell someone he cares about them, so he's taking it. ]
I'm glad I could help, and also prevent your hoarder-y ways from exacerbating themselves. You've got beds, right? Kitchen stuff? Like, a fridge? I'm sure you could get a cool fridge that looks like a deer or something. And-- wait, you're set on electricity, right? I could power the tree with magic, if you don't have it covered.
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[he sounds distracted. he's looking at his neat presents, thinking about how nice of a gesture this was. how he can see home in these things, in a way he didn't really understand before]
These little trees are so cute? What the hel...