[ caroline's fingers slip around thor's wrist, lighting holding onto him to ensure that she doesn't sink in the sand. the last time she was at the beach, she was six; she hardly remembers it, despite all of her memories she had compelled away resurfacing. it's one of the moments captured in photographs, of her building sandcastles with her father while her mother captures the moment in time.

after letting it slip, without thinking, to thor a few days prior about how she's never really been to the beach, what with the fear of losing her daywalking ring and burning to a crisp before she's even out of the water, she finds herself having the wind knocked out of her by his grand gesture. just because she talks a lot doesn't mean people are listening - and thor, despite his broadness and how much space he takes up in a room, regardless of how loud and boisterous he is, listens.

feet slipping against the grains of the sand, her other hand holds her flats. glancing up at him, squinting against the sun, she can't help but grin. ] When you said you had a surprise up your sleeve, I really thought you were going to take me to another ball game or something.