Y'all lucky i can’t draw for shit cause that pose and the way bucky’s hair does that beautiful wavey thing as it falls to his side fucking HAUNTS ME, and if i could you can bet your asses I’d be bombarding your dashes with a million pics of it
who wants to bet Thor cries a bit when he meets Bucky and sees his long and luscious and thoroughly conditioned with Wakandan Coconut Oil hair
Actual footage of Thor meeting Bucky:
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“Who needs long hair,” Thor said to Steve. “It’s just the worst. It would get in my eye,” he continued, watching Bucky stand on the edge of the field. His soft hair wafting in the breeze. “The wind carries it everywhere. It takes time to style it just so. It’s a chore.”
“Sure,” Steve agreed.
“I’m the god of thunder. Static. You know?”
“Sure,” Steve agreed again.
“It’s better this way.”
“Are you doing ok?” Steve asked, frowning in consternation. Thor could usually rely on Steve for a good shoulder-pat of friendship during trying times, and these were the most trying of times.
“And I lost my hammer,” Thor continued. “And an eye. And a sister, but she was a terrible person. Truly. And my planet.”
Steve nodded.
“But the worst,” Thor continued. “The worst is what that madman did to my hair.”
“It looks good.”
“You have more hair on your face!” Thor pointed out.
“Still,” Steve insisted with his earnest stubbornness that made it so Thor couldn’t deflect the compliment.
“Better than Bucky’s?” he asked instead.
“Well. Uh,” Steve scratched at the back of his head. “You see. It’s. He’s.”
“It’s fine hair.”
“Yes! He’s fine! I mean..” They both watched Bucky cross the field, his hair floating in the wind.
Thor reached out to give Steve a shoulder-pat of friendship. “Ah,” he said. “I can’t compete with that, even without my shorn hair.”
@viperbranium bitch you thought this died down and you were almost free.
“Of course,” said Thor, taking a drink from his flask before passing it on to Bucky. “One of the benefits of having long hair is when someone pulls it just right. With. With proper hair pulling technique.” He ran his tongue over his teeth at the taste in his mouth. The alcohol certainly didn’t go down as well as Asgardian mead did, but it packed a good punch.
“Hair pulling?” Steve asked, tone sceptical as he accepted the flask from Bucky.
“Proper technique?” Bucky questioned curiously.
Steve looked at Bucky.
Bucky looked at Thor and then back to Steve.
Thor looked at Steve.
Steve looked at Thor and then back to Bucky.
Thor had been in a few wordless stand-offs in his life, and they all spoke louder than full sentences did.
“Allow me to demonstrate,” Thor said, getting to his feet and gesturing for Steve to stand, bypassing the possibility of demonstrating on Bucky without giving it a second thought. He would not presume to ask such a personal boon from someone he had just met, a friend of Steve’s or not. “Simply take your hand like this,” he said, showing his palm and fingers out straight. “Slide it in straight, like a caress, and then tighten your fingers into a fist so you have a firm grasp.” He did so, moving Steve’s head so he was forced to look from Bucky to Thor.
“Oh,” Steve said, eyes wide, skin a little flushed, eyelashes fluttering.
Oh, indeed. Whoops. At least Thor knew he hadn’t lost his touch, even if the surge of lightning he felt down his spine had nothing to do with his seiðr. He looked from Steve to Bucky, slightly sheepishly.
“Huh,” Bucky answered thoughtfully, eyes on both of them. He stood and stepped forward, taking the flask from Steve’s limp fingers. “Sure,” he said, taking a drink. “Why not. It’s up to you though.”
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