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. . . He must be joking. x.com/grootelective/…

. . . . . Not at all. She hasn’t seen it ANYWHERE. In fact, she certainly hasn’t seen anyone wearing it within the past day. x.com/grootelective/…

One of his possessions goes missing, and the first person he blames is his brother? Perhaps he should check the room of his latest companion first. x.com/grootelective/…

That’s a question for Brunnhilde, not for her. After all, she /was/ drinking with him the previous night, was she not? And suddenly, it’s Eira’s job to keep track of not only injuries if the Asgardians, but their /celebration/ habits, as well. x.com/grootelective/…

No, she is certainly not sneaking into 𝑳𝑶𝑲𝑰.’s room to see if he’s still awake. And the first person to say something will end up with a fractured rib.

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Sitting in the grass in a field outside of the New Avenger’s Facility, her Midgardian shorts and tank top still borderline uncomfortable for her, Eira gives a small sigh, turning the page of her book. She can’t /wait/ for ‘New Asgard’ to be completed.

Sitting inside the coffee shop at 11:00 at night in an oversized green knit-sweater and white leggings, Eira sips her tea carefully, half glaring at the weather app on her phone. It /never/ got this cold on Asgard.

Staring intently at her book, the Asgardian flips the page, eyes moving down it with intense interest as she takes a bite of her apple, a pumpkin spice latte in front of her. She’s never heard of ‘Halloween’ before, and she’s /very/ excited to read about it.

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As she sits in the living room, pencil between her teeth, the Asgardian scrolls through the website, searching for the perfect gift. First, it was Halloween. Now, Christmas instead of Yule. Midgard is /strange/.

Quickly approaching 𝑳𝑶𝑲𝑰.’s door with her laptop computer beneath her arm, she lightly (yet rapidly) knocks on his door, stepping back with a deep breath. She doesn’t often get excited over something, but /this/ . . . for this, she’ll make an exception.