The look you are getting right now could rust a jaeger, Bard. Thranduil cannot quite believe that such a thing could even begin to pass as an excuse, but at the same time, the blond is not at all surprised. He has known the other long enough to know what emphasis he puts on his looks. Which was a pity considering--
Thranduil shakes head had, dropping the hair from his fingers and snorting lightly. "We could terrify the kaiju right back to the portal with your helmet head." He pushes against Bard's temple lightly, the corner of his mouth twitching. He does not, despite knowing he should, pull back from the other.
Reassurance through contact was not a thing he usually initiated, but it was necessary after today.
"So long as you can then endure my ire, this should not be too much of a problem." It was not as if Thranduil was innocent of such acts himself, he was just a bit better at disguising his attempts. There was a control to Thranduil, something that he had worked on a great deal in order to become the pilot that he was today. And, no matter what Bard may think about who was more important, the blond would not agree. He had drifted with others before, piloted with them, and none came remotely close to Bard.
So when the other reacts with such surprise, Thranduil cannot help the brow that creeps upwards.
"You seem surprised. You are impossible I admit, but you are one hell of a pilot. I have drifted with many, few could match your skills. " He pushes himself off the rail, away from Bard. "And all but one had better hair." The infamous Thorin had hair that made Bard's look tame. That was also a disaster that, more or less, everyone in this shatterdome had heard about. Then again, they just might have heard the yelling matches between the two before they found more drift compatible partners.
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Thranduil shakes head had, dropping the hair from his fingers and snorting lightly. "We could terrify the kaiju right back to the portal with your helmet head." He pushes against Bard's temple lightly, the corner of his mouth twitching. He does not, despite knowing he should, pull back from the other.
Reassurance through contact was not a thing he usually initiated, but it was necessary after today.
"So long as you can then endure my ire, this should not be too much of a problem." It was not as if Thranduil was innocent of such acts himself, he was just a bit better at disguising his attempts. There was a control to Thranduil, something that he had worked on a great deal in order to become the pilot that he was today. And, no matter what Bard may think about who was more important, the blond would not agree. He had drifted with others before, piloted with them, and none came remotely close to Bard.
So when the other reacts with such surprise, Thranduil cannot help the brow that creeps upwards.
"You seem surprised. You are impossible I admit, but you are one hell of a pilot. I have drifted with many, few could match your skills. " He pushes himself off the rail, away from Bard. "And all but one had better hair." The infamous Thorin had hair that made Bard's look tame. That was also a disaster that, more or less, everyone in this shatterdome had heard about. Then again, they just might have heard the yelling matches between the two before they found more drift compatible partners.