Alvin was with Hela, helping her try on wedding dresses, when he got the news.
In the designer's camera-filled studio, Hela's designer had a huge workroom all to himself.
When Alvin walked in, the sight nearly blinded him.
The celebrities and socialites didn't have time to hang around here all day, but the unknown models treated the place like a "battlefield."
They changed without drawing the curtains, and wandering around in their underwear counted as modest.
The gust of cold air Alvin brought in made a nearby young model shriek...
After looking the curvy little model up and down, Alvin turned around, shoved the nosebleeding Pietro out the studio door, and pressed a few bucks into his hand. "Go take a trip to the North Pole. This place isn't for you."
Pietro was still a shy high school student. He wiped the blood from his nose, nodded awkwardly, then turned and fled the terrifying place at the speed of sound.
Once Pietro was gone, Alvin put on his sunglasses to hide his eyes, smiled, and pushed the door open again. He strode toward Hela and the others, "keeping his eyes straight ahead."
Mr. Battleaxe stumbled a few times along the way, but he managed to pull off the air of a perfect gentleman.
Hela's workroom was quite spacious. When Alvin went in, she had already changed into her wedding dress.
Two Asgardian maids in gauzy dresses stood to the side, each holding a large tray piled with jewelry.
When they saw Alvin sneakily peeking through the door, they lowered their heads and let out stifled giggles.
A designer with a head full of curls and a neatly trimmed little mustache shot Alvin an annoyed look, then bent over to arrange the wedding dress around Hela's legs.
Alvin couldn't understand what