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Jul 29, 2012 20:26



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Fill: Princess Power hermione_vader October 2 2012, 06:09:11 UTC
Matt spoke up again. "So, Helena, how do you feel now that you know your heroes aren't as heroic as you thought?"

She tilted her head to the side. "What are you talking about, mister? Everybody does silly stuff like that. I put maple syrup in my sister Vivian's hair 'cause I thought it would work like shampoo you could eat." She shook her head. "It doesn't."

Her mother winced.

"That's very interesting, Helena. I can't imagine what your mother thought of that," Matt said. The crewpeople laughed. "You know, Thor, since we started broadcasting you two from outside, we've gotten hundreds of messages from mothers all across the country telling us how much their little girls love you. We've even gotten a few pictures." Thor imagined they would show a few of the pictures from the Facebook or wherever in the cyber realm the crew found them to the television audience. "Now, I'm guessing that's not the demographic a tall, strapping, courageous warrior like yourself would hope to attract?"

"No, I did not. I did not expect to attract any demographic of admirers, as you say." Thor picked up a few strands of Helena's hair and began to weave them together.

Matt folded his hands in his lap. "Why not?"

"My colleagues are the heroes of this realm. I have learned much since I first arrived in this country's vast desert and I have even become a proactive embassador for my realm, but the people of this one do not owe me their love or even their reverence. I certainly would never demand it. But I am as happy as I am surprised to receive it in whatever form it takes." Thor wrapped the strands' ends around the first finished braid and began a second one. Helena tried to turn around to see what he'd done, but he gently nudged her to face foward. She sighed and did so.

"So you're not at all disappointed or worried that you might be an Edward Cullen for the preschool set?"

"Not at all. I do not sparkle in the sun, for one thing."

"'Cept your fishscale arms do," Helena pointed out.

Thor finished off the second braid and began a third. "You are very right, Helena. Nothing escapes your notice."

She bounced again. "Thanks."

"All I can tell you, sir, is that I welcome any affection this realm can give, no matter who gives it." He twisted the three braids together. "And one must always respect the power and courage of little girls. My friend Sif taught me that long ago."

"Who's Sif?"

"She's this awesome black-haired lady from Asgard who fights everybody with a gigantic spear," Helena blurted out. "She could kick the Army's butt."

Her mother laughed and cringed.

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