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If Cassie Sandsmark was a Marvel character who would she be connected to as a hero?
Marvel's Zeus
The Asguardians
Zarda Shelton (Power Princess)
The Inhumans
Member of the Champions
Member of The Young Avengers
She's a solo hero connected to no one
Fanfic Rec: Skýli
Rating: Not rated
Archive warning: No archive warning apply
Category: Gen
Characters/Pairings: None
Summary:See also "Skeletons, Scenes, and Snippets" Chapter 9 - the one where Asgard's magic users go on strike and quietly evacuate Asgard, after Odin passes sentence on Loki post-Avengers. Some of them turn up on Earth, and SHIELD has to assess whether or not this is another invasion.
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SHIELD is called to Iceland to investigate a village that appeared out of nowhere, and discovers that Asgard's magic users have quietly gone on strike and left their realm completely. The reasons are unsettling, and the potential consequences could shake the Nine Realms before all is said and done.
Fanfic Rec Note: This story is amazing, the writing Is just perfect and World building hit all the right marks for me, I highly recommend it, actions are amazing
Read on Ao3
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Asguardian with Sprinkles
Rocket: THOR! Lose that weight so I can stop seeing you in my ice cream!
Thor: You can only lick it if you’re worthy :^)
Rocket: *blushes* Shaddap and get in shape!!!
Oh, How I Hated You. (Thor x Reader)
Pairing: Thor x Asgardian!Warrior!Reader Word Count: 1818 Requested: No Summary: When Thor first met you, he hated you. However, as the years draw on, he grows fond of you. But after an accident on the battlefield, you decide to leave, and it finally dawns on him just how much he missed you. Warnings: Angst???
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Thor first met you in his father’s throne room.
You were kneeling before him at the foot of his father’s throne, silent, and admittedly mysterious. It was long before he had ever touched Earth’s surface, a good thousand years or so. He hadn’t even met the Warriors Three yet. You had been assigned by Odin himself to watch over his eldest son, both to assist him in battle as well as make sure he didn’t go off and start any unnecessary wars. He can still remember the way you looked that day; strong and powerful, your hair pulled back, with your body encased in golden armor and a sharpened spear tight in your grasp. You practically glowed as you slowly rose to your feet, the sunlight catching you in just the right way through the window.
Oh, how he hated you.
He viewed you as a nuisance, another plan his father put in place to ruin his fun. He argued with his father, stating how he didn’t need your assistance and how he could handle himself. However, the argument was short, as Odin would not hear any of it. You were to watch him at all times, from the moment he woke to the moment he laid his head to rest. Then, the two of you were dismissed, Thor storming out of the throne room with you close behind him, your presence silent and strong.
There were countless times in which he'd actively find ways to lose you; he'd use his hammer to fly off, leave the castle before you woke, hiding from you like a child playing a game, and so on. But you soon learned how to work your way around his tricks. Eventually, he learned how to tolerate your constant presence. He might even dare to say he enjoyed it. Knowing that someone was always there was comforting, and he had admitted this to himself. But he would never say this out loud, and certainly not to you.
You were always there for him.
You were there to drag him out of Asgardian bars, stopping him from making a fool of himself in a drunken stupor. You were right beside him in every battle, ready to risk your life for him. You were there to celebrate with him in every victory, raising your glass alongside the future king. And although it took time, you were there for him when he was stranded on Earth, assisting the Warriors Three and Lady Sif in saving him. You were always grateful for what Thor's experience on Earth taught him, the God of Thunder now far more humble and reasonable.
But oh, you hated how it allowed another to steal his heart.
You had nothing against Jane accept for the fact that she had stolen Thor's heart. You had always loved Thor, no matter how rude he was to you in the beginning. Who could blame you? He was a God, after all. And a handsome one at that. But you were no more than a simple Asgardian guard. You were no fool; you knew full well that he saw you as nothing more than a burden. Or, at least, that was what you believed.
The truth was, by then, Thor had grown soft on you.
He couldn't help but notice the way the sun would catch your hair as you marched alongside him through the halls, or how your eyes would light up in the heat of battle. He couldn't help but admire your strength and precision with that elegant spear of yours, or your otherworldly compassion towards those around you. Not to mention the times he had caught a smile on your face, let alone a laugh. He would never forget how beautiful you were on his coronation day before he had been cast down to the Earth. It was one of the few times he had seen you out of your armor, and if was by far the best.
You had been draped in the most beautiful of robes, the luscious fabric draped elegantly and modestly around your body, pooling around your feet. Your normal spear was traded in for a ceremonial silver one, and jewels practically dripped from your neck and ears. You looked like nothing less than a Goddess. And while you were by no means pleased to be out of your armor, it was like your second skin, and Thor knew this. But boy, was he glad.
He could still see the warm smile you gave him as he passed when he closed his eyes at night.
When the Dark Elves attacked, you fought valiantly as per usual, but you did not escape unscathed. You had been defending an innocent woman and her child and had just gotten them to safety when an elf caught you off guard, slashing you across your back and side. Now, an angry and brutal scar stretched from the bottom of your back left ribcage, all the way up to your right shoulder.
You were never quite the same after that. The injuries left by the elf impeded your movement; for months, even lifting your spear to the air would cause you pain. However, you insisted that you were fine to all that asked, especially Thor. You had to be fine, and you had to keep fighting. A warrior was what you had been for your whole life, and you refused to let an injury get the better of you.
Thor had never admired you more during these hard times, which is why it nearly broke his heart when you told him you needed to leave.
As mentioned, you did your best to manage your injury. But after all that had happened, all of your pain, and thousands of years of battle, you needed a change of pace. You just wanted to slow down for a short while; you wanted a moment to breathe. Thor begged you to stay, did everything he could to try and convince you. But you had made up your mind. And while it hurt you to see the defeated look on his face, it hurt you, even more, to see it twist into a stoic look of anger as he granted you permission to leave.
Oh, how he wished he still hated you.
He used to long for the day you'd leave. And here it was, and all it did was make him sick to think about.
You had decided to pay another visit to Earth, wanting to stay there for a couple of years in peace. You stayed in a small village, in a small cottage, with a small garden. it appalled you how small everything really was there. And while you adored the garden, and tended to it lovingly, you couldn't help but miss the castle's magnificent and other-worldly plants. You had a few years to yourself, living in peace on the planet.
Meanwhile, Thor spent every waking moment missing you. He and Jane had 'mutually dumped' one-another. And he knew full well why she wasn't happy with him; she had slowly realized that he didn't love her. To be fair, Thor thought he did, in the beginning. But then he remembered seeing you in that dress, and then you gracefull moves in battle, and then all he could think about was you. And although he denied it with a passion, Jane knew better than anyone that his heart belonged to you. Thor just hadn't figured it out himself, yet.
He constantly wondered if he should pay you a visit. He knew where you were, and where you were staying. And he knew that you most likely wouldn't mind if he just dropped in. Some nights, he almost did, violent crashes of thunder and lightning circling your home. But he would always shy away from it at the last moment. In the end, it wasn't him who contacted you, it was Heimdall. And the only reason he did was because of the invasion of Hela.
You were back home in a heartbeat, Heimdall being able to open the Bifrost just long enough to allow your through before the two of you fled to protect remaining citizens. During the battle, you were busy loading people onto the escape ship, and just before you were about to jump into the battle, Surtur had been released, and the remaining citizens of Asgard fled. You watched your home burn with tears hot in your eyes, now regretting having ever left.
You saw Thor for the first time in three years when he sat on the throne in front of his people.
Three years would normally be insignificant for Asgardians, who could live for hundreds of thousands of years. But after over a thousand years with him, three without had felt like a lifetime. However, you were afraid to speak with him. Would he be angry with you for not being there to help sooner? Was he still mad at you for leaving in the first place? Was he still enamored with Jane? These were only a small fraction of your concerns, and most of your questions you were scared to have answered. It didn't help that your heart still went at a mile per minute whenever you thought of him, let alone saw him. You made yourself small not wanting him to see you from where he was. But he even still, he did. How could he not? He knew that spear anywhere, even without your armor.
After addressing the people, Thor found you. You were standing in front of a wide window and looking out, the starlight dancing across your skin in a way that made him lose his breath. For a moment, as he approached, he hesitated. He wasn't sure if you'd ever want to see him. Would you be mad at him for never visiting? Would you be furious with him for letting Asgard fall?
Would you hate him?
But as you turned away from the window and spotted him, and the two of you locked eyes, it suddenly clicked for both of you.
He stepped towards you slowly, at first. But as you stepped towards him, the two of you both broke into a sprint and embraced. It dawned on you that he had never held you this tightly, and it dawned on him just how small you were without your armor. You both had tears in your eyes as you held each other tighter than ever before. You had found in his arms what you could never find on Earth; peace. And he found in yours what he could never find in space; warmth. You never wanted to leave this moment, ever. You were both so entranced that neither of you noticed the approaching warship, looming over the one you were in. But that did not matter now, nothing mattered now, nothing but this moment.
Oh, how you loved each other.
daniel day lewis is the magneto for older comic fans and movie buffs. jeff goldblum is the magneto for gays and the younger comic fans
lewis is for the logan-level solo movie that follows magneto as he fights nazis, searches for his wife and children and eventually discovers his calling as the radical savior of mutantkind; he and the film go on to get multiple oscar noms.
goldblum is for the light-hearted new mutants tv series feat. headmaster!magneto we need and deserve. he wears a lot of sweaters and fuschia capes/robes. big gay jewish grandpa energy.
i have never enjoyed a school lgbt group ive ever been to my technique is show up to the first meeting to see who I can make friends with and then never show up again
i tried thats all that matters
A Heimdall movie would be pretty great he runs around fighting aliens and elves with his friend Korg and has to parent two stupid gods because they’re basically babies (theyre only 1,000+ years old) he’s helping Asgardians relocate and finding missing mystical items and he’s keeping Loki’s dick and Thor’s eager-to-fight dumb-osity from ruining too much, knows everything and is just way too good for this shit, plus he has a big sword
