September 23, 1984.

Being on Midgard was already culture shock, mortals had such odd ways, and shoes with wheels on them are one of those things.

Either way it looked enjoyable to do snuck in and got a pair of roller skates, I was a natural, nimble on my feet and skating around like I was born for this. A smile on my lips as I skate nimbly round the rink. I spot a shaky skater swaying as they try to turn to get into the flow of the rest of the people on the rink. I see their them reel back and I skate forward and catch them before they fall. They back on my chest and my hands on their waist.

“You alright, luv?”

I ask into their ear so they can hear me over the song. I lift them up easily and prop them back up onto their feet. My hands still on their waist so they don’t slip again.

“Almost had a bad spill there.”

I chuckle teasingly and as they turn their head to look back at me over their shoulder I’m suddenly star struck. I blink at the sight of their stunning face and a faint blush spreads on my cheeks and I smile like a fool.