fandomtownies | J,GoB, Saturday Morning

There hadn't been any servants around this morning, so Thor had had to get himself ready with the advice, if not assistance, of what he had decided was not a dread spirit but rather his imaginary friend Don.

Despite finding being relegated to imaginary friend status kind of hurtful (though he found tiny Thor adorable and hoped someone got pictures), Don, not trusting tiny Thor in the kitchen at all, had directed him to the bakery, and so there was a tiny prince of Asgard inspecting the baked goods on display thoughtfully, trying to pick the very best one(s) with which to break his fast.

I don't suppose you can lift Mjolnir like this. Actually, from what Don remembered of its history, Mjolnir shouldn't have existed yet, but Thor didn't bat an eye at the question.

"Oh, no. I'm probably centuries off from that."

Great. Maybe it wouldn't last long? What about the blueberry muffin?

"Hmmmmmm..."

J,GoB is open, and currently hosting a very small prince of Asgard and his 'imaginary friend' for breakfast.

(OOC: For those who can see ghosts and such, Don will be tagging along with Thor in his (glowy and transparent) spirit form for the weekend, the better to at least try to supervise!)

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The Void will have you, Lili. Its hunger will never die. It will have us both.

"I've never heard of 'Vidblainn,' but I am familiar with the Void," Liliana said, examining her nails. Hmm, she might need to repaint them after this weekend. "So neither of you are meant to be here and therefore timeshare both existence and the void. Fascinating."

Join me, Lili. All the torment of the Void will be ours to share forever.

Perhaps she would try a different color of nail lacquer. Red might be nice.

"But you're manifesting now to make sure that he's taken care of while he is tiny, I presume? Is there a distance you must maintain? Or other rules?"

It's even slightly more complicated than that, Don said, wry, but you've got the broad strokes.

Don's void wasn't so bad, Liliana! Oh, sure, it was a cold and stony vastness, and the only other beings in it were the void monsters, but he mostly didn't have to worry about those any more. (Was there a lot to unpack there? Yes. Would he be doing so? Absolutely not!)

I can't go too far from him, Don said, looking over at Thor, who had chocolate icing on his face. Our existence is woven together too tightly. Besides that...I don't know. We're learning as we go, mostly. I don't suppose you have your phone on you? he asked hopefully.

Imagine unpacking your trauma. Liliana would never.

"I do," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Why?" She pulled it out from her pocket. "And just why are your existences so tightly woven together?"

Maybe we should talk about this when I'm not an imaginary nanny, and had had an opportunity to confer with Adult Thor and get how much they were sharing with necromancers straight. Somewhere without so many children and squirrels. Even if none of them could perceive Don.

I was hoping you could take a picture of Thor for me, he admitted. You know, for posterity. By which he meant teasing.

Big flex, asking her to take pictures with her phone and yet using her title in that tone of text in your narrative.

"Ah, yes, those children and squirrels that are paying you so much mind now," Liliana drawled, since she wasn't born yesterday, Don.

Which was also why she was leaning into the posterity, since she knew what that mean.

"Thor!" she called. "Darling, come here. I would love to take some pictures of you showing how strong you are! Let's see those muscles, hmm?" That should be great for some truly ridiculous pictures.

It was nothing personal. Maybe Liliana would understand if she ever met Hela. Or maybe they would be best friends and the world would be doomed. Who knew?

"Pictures?" Thor asked as he ran over. "Like a portrait?"

Yes, Don told him, but a lot faster than painting. Think of it as a kind of magic.

Thor could do that! And Thor could strike a very silly pose indeed.

Don looked on wistfully. He did wonder what it was like, being a child.

It would be a tossup! But they'd almost certainly respect each other's style and that meant something, no?

"That's perfect, darling," Liliana told him and then held the picture up to show him. "See? Incredibly fast. Why don't I take another - give me the funniest face you can make."

"For a portrait?" Thor asked dubiously, but Don nodded at him.

Remember, it's a magic portrait.

Thor was still unsure, but he was going to give it his best.

This might be my new wallpaper.

"Amazing," Liliana said, taking another picture and once again showing it to Thor. "See? No reason to look so stiff and formal like for regular portraits, since they can be created so easily."

She glanced up and crooked a smile at Don. "You're welcome, darling. You can treasure these moments for always."

Liliana was a helper.

J,GoB, Saturday Morning

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