"Son of a bitch," you huffed out in frustration, letting your hands smack down against you as you shook out your sad attempt of a French braid. "Why, WHY must one of the only kinds of hairstyles that is low maintenance and has a billion varieties be the one that I can never do?!" you thought iritably. You placed your forehead against your mirror as you let out a loud yell of annoyance.
"Y/N?" A deep voice called from the hall. "Are you alright?" You sighed but smiled. "Yeah, Thor, come in."
Pushing your door open, Thor entered the room quickly, looking curiously at your disheveled waves. "What happened?" You exhaled loudly. "I tried to tame this for the umpteenth time," you said disgustedly, holding out a strand of your hair "and failed miserably. I just want to be able to do my hair and look pretty." You groaned and flipped facedown on your bed.
The bed creaked as Thor jumped down beside you; you chuckled as he shook your shoulders. "Nonsense, you are beautiful and many men think so. I see the way they look at you when we go out," he said – you could hear the smirk in his voice. You sat up and hit him on the shoulder. "Regardless, I want to be able to braid my damn hair."
Thor smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Do you want me to help you? I've been braiding my own hair since I was a child in Asgard – smaller strands, mind you, but I have watched many women and their daughters braiding their own hair fully and I picked it up quite easily."
"Oh my god, could you?! Seriously Thor, if you can help me to do this right on my own, I owe you a night's worth of shots."
He chuckled. "Sounds good to me, Lady Y/N. Now come," he said, undoing his own half up half down fishtail braid in the back. "We will start with the – as you call it – French braid and work from there.
After about an hour of much profanity, uneven pieces and very sore arms, you had finally mastered French braiding your hair.
"I LOOK SO GOOD OH MY GOD YES," you screeched out, jumping up and down as Thor looked at you with amusement. You held out your hand to clasp his, bringing him into a one arm hug. "Thanks, buddy. I owe you."
Thor laughed. "Correct. I'll see you at the bar tomorrow."
You sighed but nodded. "A deal's a deal. And," you said with a grin, turning to examine your hair in the mirror. "I can't wait to show off my Katniss look to all the cute boys there."