returned.
“Which means you’re officially out of excuses, Thor.” Her ruby-red eyes gleamed with playful triumph. “You still haven’t answered me.”
Ruby gave his arm an affectionate little squeeze.
“Does the King of Asgard dance at Yule?”
Several days.
Ruby stopped walking.
For a heartbeat, she simply stared at Thor as though the King of Asgard had personally bestowed upon her the greatest revelation in all the Nine Realms. Then delight swept across her features so completely that there was no hope of concealing
exchange, which songs everyone knows, what people wear, whether there are competitions…”
She paused.
Slowly, Ruby looked up at him.
A positively wicked little smile appeared.
“And you said there’s dancing.”
The unfinished business from their earlier conversation had
first.”
She turned her bright ruby gaze upon him.
“What does an Asgardian Yule feast look like?”
A mischievous smile curved her bold red lips.
“Because judging by that sparkle in your eyes, that is a subject upon which I suspect His Majesty is an expert.”
The moment Thor admitted to having embarrassing moments of his own, Ruby’s attention snapped toward him with such immediate interest that one might have thought he’d just revealed the location of buried treasure.
“Oh, no, no, no. You cannot casually tell me that and then move on
biggest celebrations that taketh place in Winter: candles, decorations, gift giving, and feasting!” His azure hues sparkled excitedly at that last part.
their homes themselves? Does the whole city join in? Are there markets specifically for Yule? Music? Dancing?” Ruby laughed as the questions began tumbling out faster than Thor could reasonably answer them. “Actually, perhaps I should be asking the most important question