There's an amphitheater, a place where a hundred of the stone walkways twine around to create space for a hundred thousand people to sit in close proximity, and someone is giving a lecture or a demonstration at the base of it, the seats closest to him filled with eager, tiny, bearded Dwarf-children.
And they spiral down, and down, and down, past waterfalls and egg-sized gemstones left half in the rock and halls of crystal. Everything grows gradually more ornate and more perfectly maintained and the clang of hammers fades behind them. "People say," her guide says, "that we only have a council instead of a single King because there were nine winners of the competition to design the throne so we couldn't just select one person to sit it." And they push open the doors to reveal, indeed, nine thrones so elaborate it would be hard to choose between them, and nine squat bearded people sitting them.
The Nolofinwëans in question did not attend the wedding but have restrained themselves from bothering the happy couple. Any of the happy couples.
Tep and Riaz were the only ones who really wanted me to personally officiate their wedding, but there are others who were married by the same people who witness transactions of hours and take notes on official business, and some who are not married but coupled up, yes, these people have no birth control that isn't 'turning into a werewolf for lifelong sterility' and I did not let the Quendi preach at them very much and there are ten thousand of them!
I expect it to be trivial once I can go find some charitably inclined galactic medic and bring them to have a look at the Men with various devices that go beep, but I don't know how to do it and even if I wanted to dig my implant out since I'm sure as hell not using it I doubt it could be usefully reverse-engineered on the time scale the Men need to be developing their foundational norms.
I will make sure if I fight with your father about homosexuality I do it very loudly. Although I'm not sure that even thusly inclined Quendi are not a little scarily monogamous; I'd have to have some interesting conversations.
Short and ill-fated is definitely me and girls, although I usually try to go for 'amicably brief' over 'ill-fated' per se. It'd definitely be a step up from nothing.
I wasn't all set to pounce on her before she said that or anything, I'd have to be reasonably confident that I didn't want to be armed and alert in her presence at all times and so on. Well, more armed than I am by being a frost giant.
I'm coping. Productively, even. I will even visit a sketchy arms dealer or an infinity gem before I track down Sigyn once I have the spell managed. I am not a slave to my sex drive.
Well, if I'm going to tell them all the details I have to tell them what species I am, so I will probably start with friend, singular. But yes.
Well, Asgardians are in many respects noninterventionist. They'd think the first bit would be a splendid story but they would have considered it reasonable if I'd just left well enough alone. It's not going to compensate as well as it should, not for everyone. I'm not even sure on Thor, who I'd most like to be sure of. Frigg I am at least sure either knew all along or will know to lay the blame at Odin's feet and not mine. Miscellaneous acquaintances - yes, a lot of them are stupid, or act like it to fit in.
I managed. I had books. Eventually I had Sigyn. I had, in its peculiar way, the Tesseract. I suppose people might be frightened of me but they could also just think I was lying, if it came to that, unless I was holding an infinity stone while telling the story, which seems like a dumb thing to do.
I would expect to see a bad reaction coming early enough to teleport away. I know Lúthien wants to see Asgard. Tyelcormo mentioned it too, I intend to take him on a bilgesnipe hunt.
If you mean he can do this on Asgard, Sigyn can help him find the ones who don't think boys knowing how to shoot things is a turn-off!
That will filter, yes, with some talk in the background he can ignore; anyone who doesn't want to fight a boy will rule him out. Unless he pulls Sigyn-like shenanigans which seem unlike him.