Unworthy

Thor...hear my prayer. Hear the prayer of Odin. Do not fall, my son. Be the savior of us all. Be the God of the gods! (Independent 616 Thor Odinson.)

[crushercarlie-archived]

    “Holy c— Thor?!”

[godofthegods]

"Nay, friend--I am no longer the one known as Thor. You may refer to me as Odinson."

[godofthegods]

((Can anyone tell me how to make my text <small> again? This update is the worst thing since ever.))

[asgardianshieldgoddess]

Sif grinned at Thor as she rushed past him towards the oncoming trolls. She let forth a battle cry as she ran full throttle with her sword drawn.

She slashed through the trolls, spinning and thrashing as she went along - a grin plastered on her face the entire time. She could hear the thunder in the distance. It was a sound she relished. She looked down at the bodies of the trolls in front of her and turned to look at Thor, grinning. “Let them come. I will have no problem bathing in their blood as I have many times before and will many times again.” She placed a hand on his shoulder as she scanned the horizon. “It does not seem that there are more coming at the moment, but I have an uneasy feeling about this temporary quiet.” She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. 

[godofthegods]

"Tis nothing we cannot bring to its knees!" The thunderer grew quiet after his statement, breathing the dirty air into his lungs one ragged inhale at a time. The dust had been kicked up around them--it now clung to the warriors and their armor, caking their faces in a mixture of blood, dirt, and sweat. The sounds of thunder died down, but the constant shaking did not follow it. Something was on its way to greet the Asgardians--Thor took it as yet another challenge that waited to be bested.

"Giants make for us."

[borntotakethis]

The conversation stopped short as the two of them took in the scene laid out around them. She was immediately forced to duck as a Heineken bottle flew in her direction, splashing her with warm beer as it shattered against the door directly behind where her head had been. Jess shot the Avenger beside her a sideways glance as she stood, an amused smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. “I hope you were looking for some fun.”

[godofthegods]

"Fun? Aye--this is a battle that I must take part in!" Thor roared with renewed vigor, grabbing the two closest men and slamming their heads together. A pool stick broke across the shoulder blades of the god, causing him to turn and plant a booted foot in the attacker's chest. He fell into a state of revelry--he was home in a drunken brawl, and he would not let that feeling of nostalgia escape. 

[crushercarlie-archived]

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    “My — what big … uhm, arms you have.”

[godofthegods]

"Hm? What did you say, mortal?"

[borntotakethis]

"I don’t know about that one, big guy. I’m not sure that without my mask on anyone really recognizes me as an Avenger. Hell, I question it even with the mask. Really, it may just be the glares I give them. They’re pretty impressive." Jess grinned at his response as she pulled open the heavy wooden door, holding it open for him. "I’m glad you like it."

[godofthegods]

"Nay, Jessica Drew--you've a presence about you that suggests impressiveness. One shant deny you of that." He ducked under the oaken doorframe, placing a massive hand upon the table that met him. Curses and yelling greeted the two, and the scene before them was something out of a John Wayne film. A bar fight had broken out just before the two arrived, and Thor and Jessica had stepped into the middle of it. 

[darknightdaughter]

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[godofthegods]

((The fact that Agent of Asgard manages to stay so on point every single issue reminds me that there is hope for comics nowadays.))

[evie-a]

The truth is out in Asgardia

Loki: Agent of Asgard #10

[mylifeisthoring]

[asgardianshieldgoddess]

Sif snorted. “In your dreams Odinson.” She grinned as she sliced through an oncoming troll. She looked around carefully to make sure there was no imminent threat before turning to face him. “You know far better than that.” She raised an eyebrow. “Why are they here, though? There is nothing for them.” She turned at the rumbling sounds. “Allow me.”

[godofthegods]

"I do not presume to know the motives of trolls." The smell of ozone and burning hair erupted into existence as Thor brought a bolt of lightning crashing down upon the heads of three of their foes. Thor stepped to the side, allowing Sif plenty of room to slice down the trolls she insisted on taking herself. Their movements looked near synchronized--years of doing battle side by side had allowed for that result. "But I care little. If today is the day they would like to die, then I shall grant that wish!"

[bad-jew-jew]

Wanda stares at him blankly for a moment…then decides to go for the gold  and leans in anyway, taking a deep whiff.

"Oh my god, it smells like biceps and orgasms.”

[godofthegods]

He raises a hand, pointing an accusatory finger at the mercenary. The finger slid into a fist, shaking with the force into which Thor was pushing his fingers into his palm.

"Do not do that again. Keep your distance and I will not be forced to show you the true might of a wronged god of thunder."

[regeneratingdegenerate]

-Unfazed he continued, though, he kept his hands free, ready to reach for his guns or something should the God choose to attack.--

You’d say: “’Tis I, the Mighty Thor, barber of the Bifrost. The finest stylist in all of Svartalfheim! What say you, Mouthed One, a little off the top?”

[godofthegods]

And take a little off the top I shall! 

*Before Wade had completely finished his attempt at mimicking the god, Thor had reared back and swung his axe. He aimed for Wade's neck--he certainly didn't want to make himself a liar by taking Wade's limbs before he took his head.*

[borntotakethis]

"That makes two of us. They’ve never challenged me to a drink-off, but that really doesn’t make me any more fond of them. Just fond in passing." The two were in sight of the wooden sign that marked the entrance to the pub. Jessica brought his attention to it with a point of her finger and a nod, trying not to derail the conversation at the same time.

[godofthegods]

"They fear your wrath--one would do well to avoid angering a drunken Avenger." He nodded in response to her point. The pub attempted to resemble the ones that were used in colonial times--the sight of it brought a chuckle to the god's lips. "Ah! A fair place to make merry."

[nodiplomacy-deactivated20150514]

        “Well, good luck with that. That’s more than I could finish.”

[godofthegods]

"Do not doubt yourself, Carol Danvers--a stomach can hold more than one would believe."

[godofthegods]

((I am going to attack replies tonight. PREPARE THINESELVES!!!!!! for 10:30 PM PST cause that's when I'm off work. c:))

[nodiplomacy-deactivated20150514]

        “That’s one hell of a mutton chop.”

[godofthegods]

"Aye, but finishing it is a challenge that I will see to its end."