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@ilikethisblog--another
I’m back after - what? two years? - but I’ll always come back to Thor. I’m working on assembling icons and finding roleplayers still active in the community, so if you could follow me/follow me back if you’re interested in writing with me, I’d appreciate it! <3
RULES | ABOUT THOR
made-to-rule:
Loki should have known better, for several reasons. One, though a party was a decent place to stir up trouble, it was also full of drunken idiots who could not necessarily be relied upon to do anything he wanted them to. Two, it was just full of mortals period, which was always unsavory. And three, if there was one place on Midgard where Thor was likely to end up, it was a party. And so here Loki was, having been in disguise as a random mortal, minding his own business, when he was suddenly set upon by the last person on any realm he wished to see.
Despite his indignation at Thor’s unwanted embrace, Loki was surprised that Thor was actually discussing him. Thinking he was doing so to a random mortal, of course, for Thor would never say any of that to Loki’s face. And though he might have been interested to hear the rest of what Thor had to say about him in a flattering light, he was much more irritated at being unceremoniously assaulted.
“While I would love to hear more of this terribly maudlin speech, I would much rather have you release me at once, brother,” Loki hissed, letting his disguise drop, “I was trying to have an enjoyable evening, I’ll have you know. How in all the Nine Realms did you have to end up here?”
Thor’s grip on the poor unsuspecting Midgardian was, as it tended to be when Thor draped an arm around another person while drunk, rather heavy and not very easy to get out from under. While normally the thunder god would have the consideration of lightening his “embrace” for whosoever he happened to rest his arm on, when he was drunk, well, he had no filter and very little consideration for others, at least when it took the finer muscle coordination or thought.
Drunk as he was, when the Midgardian that Thor had his arm draped around transformed into Loki, Thor found himself grasping helplessly for some semblance of an idea, thought, something, that would make that make sense. Because surely his brother was dead. The rest of the Avengers had told him time and time again. Unless it was from the “snap,” once someone was dead, there was no going and bringing them back.
So Thor just squinted at Loki for a moment. “I must say,” he said after a moment, hugging the unfortunate Midgardian closer so he could whisper his alcohol-scented breath into his ear. “I seem to be drunker than I thought, for now you appear to be my brother!” He laughed, a little uncomfortably, because it was sad, and he didn’t want to see his brother’s face because it made him more sad. “Do you know the last words I said to him, new friend?” he said, leaning his head on the fellow’s head.
amvranthines:
; ilikethisblog–another
If it weren’t for the black and white checkered tiles coating the floor as well as the bright red wallpaper, Amara would have thought that she’d be back in the sixteenth century. Her other hand resting daintily on her chest as she bowed her head slightly as a lady in that exact time period would, allowing the man to continue his gesture.
❝ The pleasure is all mine, good sir. ❞ A giggle escaped her lips, peripheral vision catching a few pairs of eyes on them both, which she didn’t mind and ultimately ignored altogether. ❝ Do I have the honor of knowing the name of such a gentleman? ❞
Good sir? With the giggle and the vernacular she was using that made her sound as if she were from a century ago, part of Thor wondered if she were mocking him, but his intuition told him she was not. Though his intuition had not served him very well as of late, in this case he thought he was right, though it left some questions unanswered. Oblivious of the stares, Thor inclined his head. “I am Thor,” he said simply. “And what is your name, may I ask?”
[me, sick]
I’m assembling a list of people I owe so I can reply and cross out as I go!
@amvranthines @beforewewerehopeless @made-to-rule @ode-to-the-muse @strcngerthanilook @wiidowisms
#sweetest avenger
Soft boy. Tender beef.
reassembledfuture:
@ilikethisblog–another cont. from here
Thor was strangely supportive. It was something that she didn’t experience often. And while she appreciated it, she didn’t quite know how to handle it. With a hesitant few seconds, she gave a shake of her head, thinking over his words in relation to herself. She had spent years with the raccoon, trying to figure out a way to reverse everything while also focusing on damage control - but that didn’t mean that they were anything close to friends. It just meant that they had gone through something together, and therefore had a bond. If this ever ended, she doubted they would continue to be around each other.
“We aren’t friends.” She stated, after a moment, taking the provided mug in her hands. “Bonding over something traumatic doesn’t mean we have to like each other.” She took a drink from that mug. And didn’t stop until it was empty, she turned away a little, finding a surface to place it on. “You did the right thing, killing him. There is no need to apologise.”
Feeling a bit dejected at the we aren’t friends comment, Thor hung his head for a moment, trying to piece together a response. He had lived for a very long time and had learned that sometimes there was not the perfect thing to say, and it was true that he could be a rash man and say the first thing that came into his head. But there were times when he thought about what he wanted to say, when he wasn’t full of emotions and when he wanted to be careful. This was one of those times. Still, he didn’t always see the same things that his mother would, no matter how much he would hope. “Well, do you like me? I like you. You are strong, and good in battle. You are loyal and smart. Those are good traits.”
wiidowisms:
Natasha wasn´t sure HOW much time had passed. It was like time didn´t actually exist in this place and even though she had tried to keep track of time she had always lost it again. For a time being Gamora had just…VANISHED, too. As if she had momentarily been drawn to another realm, but a little while later she had appeared again and Natasha had wondered if it was possible to escape from this place.
They had gotten here, so it must have been possible to get away, RIGHT? Gamora had gone to sleep and Natasha was awake, staring up at the stars when she noticed the turmoil. It was FAR away, but yet she found something stirring inside of her. Something…FAMILIAR. So she was quick to get up and make her way towards the noise and lighting. The familiar voice that called out wasn´t looking for HER, and yet she couldn´t help but quicken her pace.
Was this a DREAM? No.
She caught him disappearing into one of the caves they used to hide out sometimes and followed. “Hey,” She called. “Gamora´s asleep,” Natasha then found herself adding. “Are you…REAL?”
It was like a voice from one of his dreams. Except, in this dream, she didn’t scream for his help and he wasn’t too late. Instead, she just said hey. Gamora’s asleep. Thor spun around, face going pale, his grip on Stormbreaker tightening as he came face to face with someone he thought dead. Someone he hadn’t been able to save.
“Natasha?” he said, voice cracking in a very un-Thorlike manner. “I--yes, I’m real. Are you? They told me you were dead. That there was no way to save you or bring you back.” He stepped forward, thinking maybe she was a mirage and he could stick his hand through her. But when he reached his hand out and actually touched her face (because even if she wasn’t real there was no way he was going to stick his hand through her chest), it was solid. “Or have I passed into the land of the dead?”
strcngerthanilook:
Getting back into routine was hard. Everything around him was bittersweet; he didn’t have to mourn half the planet all this time, Midtown was accepting all dusted students back, the few friends he had were there for it with him. But the only reason he hadn’t been through the aftermath was because he was dead. His friends were only with him because they died too. He tries not to think about it, but it feels like he really doesn’t think about anything else, he just doesn’t talk about it. Internalizing his problems with a smile was always a talent of Peter’s though, and he was trying his best.
Back in classes, back in the Spider-Man suit from time to time, in a new apartment with May. He’s going through the motions. Trying. And it’s just as confusing when somewhere down the hall he can hear a deep voice calling out- but surely, Peter thinks, it couldn’t be what he thought. Still he jogs through the crowd of students, around the corner, and sure enough-
“You– mister- uhh, mister Thor? Is that-” he couldn’t have brought Stormbreaker to a high school. He couldn’t have, but there it was. Unbelievable, just like the god himself. Peter shakes himself as he comes to a stop in front of the man, blinking.
Thor heard a voice beside him, and he looked down, seeing the teenager blinking up at him. “Young Peter! There you are!” he said, smiling. He noticed the other students watching, murmuring to each other and pointing, and it occured to him that he was drawing attention to them. But only good attention, surely? Thor couldn’t imagine how this could be bad attention.
Still, he didn’t exactly want to discuss... what he wanted to discuss... in public. “Are you going to a class right now? Oh, what does it matter? Skip it! We’re going to get lunch!” At one in the afternoon, yes. He bent down to throw an arm around the spider-man’s shoulder, leaning down so he could whisper in his ear: “Listen, I need your help with something... hero-related.”
// also plot idea where Thor gets drunk and loses all/most of his clothes and winds up with a tattoo of like, his brother, in the manner of Geralt from the Witcher games. Because hilarious.
// I want a protect-mode Thor thread. Where Thor needs to take care of someone and protect them for a while. And maybe that makes him feel a little more worthy.
Never. Insult. Thor Odinson. In front of me.
"Are there any Nargles in Asgard, Thor?"
Hearing a quiet, musical voice from below his line of sight, Thor looked down. He didn’t know this person, but of course she knew who he was. Further, he had no idea what a nargle was. “No, young midgardian. Uh... what is a nargle?” // @lovelygxxd
“You know, my brother--” Thor swung his arm around the person next to him, a beer clutched in his other hand. “--he would have loved this party. Loki--god of mischief and chaos. BECAUSE ISN’T THIS PARTY CHAOS?” He bellowed the last part, of course. Quieting again, he mumbled in the person’s ear, then again, my brother’s dead. He died right in front of me. I couldn’t save him. Just another person I cared about that I couldn’t save.”
He had promised himself he wouldn’t do this, of course. He had tried to swear off getting drunk (at least to excess) because it lead to wallowing in his sorrows. But some woman he’d lost track of had invited him to this party, and who was he to turn down a beautiful woman? Actually, she was probably regretting having brought him here at this point.
He wasn’t even looking at the person who was currently subject to the heavy arm over their shoulder, either, just looking sadly at the floor.
// @made-to-rule
reassembledfuture:
open || to anyone!
“I don’t consider myself to have any family.” Thanos was gone - not like he was a great father figure anyway - Gamora? Dead. Finding the other children of Thanos would only result in her death, because technically, she was a traitor. She had no home. And it weighed down on her. She had a purpose - to help as many people who was in the same position as her, protect the children of the universe, but that did not mean that she didn’t ache for some kind of anchor. Some kind of warmth, love.
“I barely have any friends.”
“I know what you mean.” Thor handed her a mug of some of the precious ale he had saved for the long trip across the galaxy. “My family, too, has all been killed. Of course, I killed your father, sorry about that. But--” Eyes averted at the bad memory and awkwardness, he shook his head a moment, trying to think of something his mother would say to make Nebula feel better. He frowned for a moment, and finally settled on: “Simply because you feel alone does not mean you are. I have learned this many times. Nebula, you are surrounded by friends here. We are more alike than you think. Your father and sister are dead, so are mine.” He ended on that bright note.
Lost. Thor was lost. Aaaand he didn’t like it. Well, it wasn’t a totally new feeling. He technically knew he was in New York, of course. And he did know that if he flew up, he could figure out where he was. Physically. But that didn’t take care of him being lost... well, in another way? What was he supposed to do now? After wandering around for about three hours or so, the god stopped in his place and decided to think about what he could do. Then it occured to him. There was another hero in New York!
Which was how Thor, thankfully switched into normal clothes, but still Stormbreaker-wielding, waltzed into some school called Midtown looking for Peter Parker. “Peter Parker?” he called through the halls. “You, young Midgardian student, have you seen Peter Parker?”
// @strcngerthanilook
He had gone off on his own. Of course he had. He could go scouting by himself and some of the Guardians (well, one) seemed a little uncomfortable around him (though it was mostly amusing). Either way, he was confident he could defeat the probably fifty creatures that had suddenly appeared out of thin air and attacked him. Swinging Stormbreaker with precision and summoning lightning to take out the ones on his side, he made quick work of these howling creatures.
Except once they were all gone, he noticed something. A ring of very creepy looking caves. Well, it made sense. They were right next to a creepy planet--Vormir. “Huh,” the god of thunder said aloud, shouldering Stormbreaker as he made his way into the nearest cave.
“Hello?” he called, lighting up his ax with some sparks so he could see. “God of Thunder here. Looking for a green female with knives. Wondering if she’s here? No?”
// @wiidowisms
“Valkyrie, I require your assistance--” came the voice on the other end of the phone. “Now, I know what you’re going to say. Thor, you’re so strong and mighty, but you can’t expect people to understand that you should be allowed--” He stopped. “Actually, I should probably tell you what happened. Would you guess that when a sign says not to trespass, it means I shouldn’t go past the sign?!” He was gesturing in disbelief, but of course she couldn’t see him.
// @valkpast
