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, which was immediately a challenge. I flimsily rolled to the rink and when I got in it was an immediate struggle. I try to move one foot forward, my eyes on someone else as I try to copy them. That was not the correct move, I immediately reeled back my arms flailing in the air as my eyes go wide.

“Oh fuck—“

I gasp and squeeze my eyes shut, but instead of being met by the cold hard floor. There are a pair of arms around my waist and my back is pressed on someone’s chest. My eyes open and I turn my head to the side and look over my shoulder at them. I gulp and a blush flushes on my cheeks, I can feel my legs practically go limp, trusting them with me fully as I look up at them like a starstruck fool. Which is what I am.

“I— Thank you…”

I manage to get out, my voice cracking a little. For the first time since I was an adolescent I could feel butterflies in my stomach and my heart pounding rapidly in my chest.