[for Kurt] the thunder god's clothes

[havenoplans]

After a thousand years of the same arguments and tricks, one would be forgiven for thinking that Thor ought to know by now to ignore his younger brother. but the longer they live, the more subtle Loki's manipulations become. It started as little more than a few choice words about how well Thor's acclimated to this new mortal realm, but that's all

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Growing up, dressing well in spite of limited means never was much of an issue for Kurt Hummel. As the only child of a skilled mechanic, the Hummels never wanted for much in the household, always able to put food on the table and to keep a firm roof over their heads; while Kurt didn't believe in the grace of God, he knew full well how hard his father worked every day, and it didn't take belief in a divine force for him to be appreciative of that. For him to know how blessed he was with his father placing whatever extra money he had into college funds for Kurt, knowing full well how much tuition for an arts program could cost. Kurt didn't have the heart to ask for the latest designs, choosing instead to pool his allowance, saving it over time and purchasing lightly worn designer items to be matched with a versatile set of turtlenecks and belts. Occasionally, he splurged on a bolt of cloth for a scarf or two, a vest, something simple and classic- no brand needed for that

[havenoplans]

Though his months as a mortal has stayed some of Thor's more drastic mood swings, there are times, still, when his more mercurial nature comes out in full force. Irritated at both himself for letting his brother's words poison his thoughts and at the accursed box for mocking him, the sound of a young voice catches him off-guard, causing him to startle. All at once, he stands, drawing himself up to his full height as he turns to face the boy.

"I am a prince," says Thor with no preamble, not caring that his present (and unexpected) company is a stranger. Where Loki is deceptive, Thor is open, candid -- an open book instead of a locked casket. "A warrior. The next in line for the throne. I should not have to prostrate myself before a magical box just to get something decent to wear."

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A difference in height alone, to Kurt, means nothing. Before the last couple of years granted him another surprising couple of inches, Kurt often found himself being shoved into the lockers of McKinley, frequent quips about his femininity easily dropping from the lips of jocks and flunkies alike. Without the hint of a threat aimed directly at his own person, Kurt is instead reminded of Finn's occasionally capricious temper, and his gaze holds firm, shirt still clutched in his hand even as he cranes his neck to make eye contact.

"Yes, well," he replies with a knowing arch of his brow, some part of him charmed in spite of himself, of this high and mighty prince being derailed by a mere cardboard box. "A prince, warrior or otherwise, should also show a little more aplomb in the face of a challenge, shouldn't he?" Holding out the plaid shirt, Kurt gives it only the briefest of glances before he folds the cloth, draping it over his arm.

"No matter how much it pains me to say, it's not necessarily the clothes that make the man."

[havenoplans]

Thor's temper is fleeting in the face of the boy's more reasoned points, but he does not dwell in the embarrassment of his tantrum. When one has lived as long as he, such matters seem trivial; shame is best served for bigger mistakes and missteps. Deflating, Thor lets out a deep, heavy sigh, and folds his arms across his chest, though he keeps his shoulders squared. He's never been one to slouch, and the boy is right; he ought to be showing more aplomb in the face of a challenge, even one as deceptively simple a magical box that's otherwise treated him well besides this day. Were it not for Loki's interference, he might not be upset at all.

"You might do well to speak to my brother, then."