One Man's Trash... [Loki x Astrid]
Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2021 4:24 pm
Astrid straightened up as the handmaiden tightened the corset around her slim, but muscular torso. She was Asgardian, and therefor was no stranger to elaborate clothing, so it wasn't uncomfortable. It had just... been a while since she had worn anything of the sort. The dress itself was actually quite breathtaking. It was a sea foam green, that fell to the floor in loose skirts. When she moved it seemed to undulate with each step, giving the impression she was walking through water. From her shoulders, there was a thin, sheer, gauzy material that fell to the floor as well, two individual wisps that spanned the length of her shoulder to the base of her neck. It was the same color as the dress. Over the actual corset was a silver breastplate that was now being fixed to her figure, then came the silver bracers on her arms. Those went up to about mid-forearm, and silver flats completed the ensemble, though those couldn't even be seen until she walked.
Her hair and makeup had already been completed, her long, pale blond hair tied up in an intricate mess of braids at the back of her head. Toward the base of her head, the braids formed a make shift hair tie, where the rest of her hair fell loose to about her mid back, the actual length of it being shortened by the hairstyle. Her makeup consisted of green eye shadow with silver accents, and black eyeliner for a dramatic look that also made her green-hazel eyes stand out.
Once she was done being tied into her dress, she made her way to her employer to tell the other woman that she was ready. She was the woman's bodyguard, even though she didn't look the part. After fleeing Asgard, she had found her way to Sakaar, where she proceeded to rescue the woman from a group of thugs. The woman hired her on the spot as a bodyguard. Normally, Astrid dressed quite plainly, having no desire to stand out. And that's how she normally looked on the job too, when they were just going shopping or for a walk, or if she had business to attend to. But when the woman had a party to attend... it was a different story. She wanted her "exotic" bodyguard to stand out, so Asttrid had to deal with this every time she went to a party. Which was... more times than she cared to think about.
"Oh, you look absolutely marvelous!" The Lady Seraph exclaimed upon seeing her. The woman was middle aged, and her skin was as white as freshly fallen snow. Her hair was a white to match, and her eyes were a bright blue. Most of her race of people looked this way, the only natural variations being those of eye color. Some do dye their hair different colors too, which helped her discern people in the beginning. Her own dress was a deep purple with golden accents.
Astrid did her best to offer a small smile back. Smiling had been hard for her ever since she had fled Asgard. "As do you, Lady Seraph." The woman had tried to get her to drop the 'Lady' Honorific from her name, but had since given up when it became obvious that Astrid insisted on using it. She couldn't help it; back where she came from everyone in a position of power was either 'Lady' or 'Lord'. It was too deeply engrained in her to get her to stop using it.
"Now that we're both ready, we can get going. We'll be just in time to be fashionably late." Lady Seraph smiled at her, then turned to leave, beckoning Astrid to follow.
It didn't take long for the Asgardian to tire of the party. When she had first arrived, she scanned the area for immediate threats, finding comfort in the weight of her condensed spear hanging from her hip. With the push of a button it would extend to it's full length, the blade would fold out of the hidden grooves in the side, and come together at the tip. There were no immediate threats to be had, however, and so the Asgardian had found a spot in the room where she could still keep an eye on Lady Seraph.
A servant passed by with a tray of drinks, and Astrid grabbed one as he passed. It was some sort of red liquid in a martini glass. A couple of drink wouldn't affect her fighting if it was needed; she could hold her alcohol. Again: Asgardian. She glanced down at the arm holding the drink, and stared at the partially obscured tattoo on her forearm. The mark of the Valkyrie; a long gone sect of elite warriors back home in Asgard. When she had first arrived, she had tried to hide it, not wanting her survival to get back to Hella. But, it soon became apparent that no one here knew what it was, nor did they care. So, by now, she didn't mind if it was visible or not. The bracers that she was wearing covered about half of it. She took a sip of her drink, and quickly found her employer again in the crowd. Unfortunately she was stuck here till Lady Seraph got bored.
Her hair and makeup had already been completed, her long, pale blond hair tied up in an intricate mess of braids at the back of her head. Toward the base of her head, the braids formed a make shift hair tie, where the rest of her hair fell loose to about her mid back, the actual length of it being shortened by the hairstyle. Her makeup consisted of green eye shadow with silver accents, and black eyeliner for a dramatic look that also made her green-hazel eyes stand out.
Once she was done being tied into her dress, she made her way to her employer to tell the other woman that she was ready. She was the woman's bodyguard, even though she didn't look the part. After fleeing Asgard, she had found her way to Sakaar, where she proceeded to rescue the woman from a group of thugs. The woman hired her on the spot as a bodyguard. Normally, Astrid dressed quite plainly, having no desire to stand out. And that's how she normally looked on the job too, when they were just going shopping or for a walk, or if she had business to attend to. But when the woman had a party to attend... it was a different story. She wanted her "exotic" bodyguard to stand out, so Asttrid had to deal with this every time she went to a party. Which was... more times than she cared to think about.
"Oh, you look absolutely marvelous!" The Lady Seraph exclaimed upon seeing her. The woman was middle aged, and her skin was as white as freshly fallen snow. Her hair was a white to match, and her eyes were a bright blue. Most of her race of people looked this way, the only natural variations being those of eye color. Some do dye their hair different colors too, which helped her discern people in the beginning. Her own dress was a deep purple with golden accents.
Astrid did her best to offer a small smile back. Smiling had been hard for her ever since she had fled Asgard. "As do you, Lady Seraph." The woman had tried to get her to drop the 'Lady' Honorific from her name, but had since given up when it became obvious that Astrid insisted on using it. She couldn't help it; back where she came from everyone in a position of power was either 'Lady' or 'Lord'. It was too deeply engrained in her to get her to stop using it.
"Now that we're both ready, we can get going. We'll be just in time to be fashionably late." Lady Seraph smiled at her, then turned to leave, beckoning Astrid to follow.
It didn't take long for the Asgardian to tire of the party. When she had first arrived, she scanned the area for immediate threats, finding comfort in the weight of her condensed spear hanging from her hip. With the push of a button it would extend to it's full length, the blade would fold out of the hidden grooves in the side, and come together at the tip. There were no immediate threats to be had, however, and so the Asgardian had found a spot in the room where she could still keep an eye on Lady Seraph.
A servant passed by with a tray of drinks, and Astrid grabbed one as he passed. It was some sort of red liquid in a martini glass. A couple of drink wouldn't affect her fighting if it was needed; she could hold her alcohol. Again: Asgardian. She glanced down at the arm holding the drink, and stared at the partially obscured tattoo on her forearm. The mark of the Valkyrie; a long gone sect of elite warriors back home in Asgard. When she had first arrived, she had tried to hide it, not wanting her survival to get back to Hella. But, it soon became apparent that no one here knew what it was, nor did they care. So, by now, she didn't mind if it was visible or not. The bracers that she was wearing covered about half of it. She took a sip of her drink, and quickly found her employer again in the crowd. Unfortunately she was stuck here till Lady Seraph got bored.