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[valiancedefined]

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He smiles. Her chest aches. It hurts to watch, because she just knows there has to have been a time that his smile did not ring so hollow. That there was hope and joy behind it. Now it is only duty she senses from it.

Maybe it would hurt more if she actually knew what his true smile looked like in the first place.

She means what she says when she tells him he deserves more. More than the now refugee ship the remaining Asgardians find themselves on. More than the lies that led them right to where they now stand. For the first time in her memory, Asgard has a worthy leader. And despite only knowing him for a fraction (within a fraction) with their mutual existence, he demonstrates the ideals that she thought were long gone into the annals of history. Reminds her of reasons to swear allegiance to the throne once more.

Words, when they finally come from him, sound like those of a king. She does not think he is quite aware that he already sounds tried and true to the throne, but it does not fade their tone any less. And this time, when the King of Asgard speaks, she believes it. Believes in him.

"Despite my better judgement, it’s... good to be home.” The word is foreign on her tongue, and it almost comes out that way. But once it’s finally said, the warrior’s weariness feels assuaged for the first time in a very long time.

“And while the ‘Revengers’ have disbanded, I’m happy to remain at your side, your majesty.”

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[dieamonster]

“have you come to do what your POSTER BOY could not, then?” arms lifted, up, curved; ready to defend-- or attack, if necessary. they were their father’s last and only line of defense, and they would let no one else forget it. “in case he did not let you know, i have currently RETIRED.”

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[mxrana]

@baritoneskies || continued.

HE COMES TO, slowly, and all around him, there is a world of white and he wonders for a strange moment, if he is still falling through the clouds. His back is against something solid and there are traces of aches throughout his body, and though his eyes dance with color, blurring at the edges, he lets out a breath, then another, and everything is as it should be.

He is not adrift in the clouds, he is not lost, he is here, and then, he sees her.

Face of white, with a mouth painted black. He wonders if he has met his first seraph, or his first otherworldly creature that he can’t give a name to.

“But I am not crying,” comes his response, and there is laughter in his throat, despite how his eyes dance around, as he attempts to find his bearings.

“Where am I? Did I break anything?”

I FOUND MYSELF IN WONDERLAND / UNDERLAND / @mxrana

It was Mirana’s first thought as she heard a few groans from the rose bushes. Anyone was bound to shed a few tears of pain when landed on such a part of her garden. However, the man, and quite a large man at that, that had fallen from the skies had indeed crushed those bushes to the ground, with no traces of thorns on him at all. With a sigh of relief, she held out her hand to him, giving a reassuring grin on her dark lips.

“You are in Underland. And... you may have crushed my rose bushes.”

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baritone-skies replied to your post:

(Oh my God no just sneak in water get all the water oh darling.)

[ luckily I have a break after each 55 minutes lesson (not the last one obv cus that's the day finished then) so I could have something then, but the teacher I have for all of these lessons is pretty great so if I ask to go and get some water she'll let me. We're on Macs all day and there have been so many stories of students spilling water on them and having to pay for the damage, so the rules are really strict about no drinks and stuff ;-; ]

[transcendedhumanity-blog]

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THERE IS THUNDER AND LIGHTNING

THOR, BABY

CHILL OUT}

[yggdrasilsxkeeper]

baritone-skies

   "The hour is late, my Lord."

                    "I certainly hope that you are going to add something of interest to my evening."

[immortalspxrrow]

"I won't let you give up."

Seeing Thor again, after two hundred years, soothes the void within him that caved in his chest the day Gibbs died of old age—the one that became a permanent fixture when the Pearl was finally taken back to the depths of the sea he loved so much.

Still, as he confesses to his old friend his fears of what he will do once a certain genius, who happens to be a common acquaintance of theirs—small world—, dies, Jack wonders if perhaps Thor’s presence is only reopening old wounds.

For all that he’s terrified at the thought of Tony dying, it’s a fear he’s gotten used to, and while the void is always there, it’s numb. Or it was, until he saw Thor on TV and the memories of old faces and a charred hull slammed back to the forefront of his mind.

So, while he’s humbled by the fact that Thor still feels so protective of him, even after all these years. Jack knows there’ll be no stopping the break that will follow Tony Stark’s death.

"You won’t be able to stop me."

[whereherloyaltieslie]

"There’s nothing you can do about it now."

     Her gaze turned cold when she heard the thunderers words, a bitter taste in her mouth at the very sight of him. ” Oh yes, dear prince of the Aesir, tell me how nothing can be done.” She seethed, standing and looking to him with open arms.     “Look to me, brightly burning son of Odin, tell me there is naught to be done for the horrors your family helped bring on mine. Attempt to shoo away my anger as your people did in the years after the war, telling us our suffering and pain at your people’s hand was better left forgotten.”   There was an airy, hollow laugh and a bitter smile as she looked him in the eye. ” You tell me there is nothing to be done not for my benefit but for your own. It is easier for you if i let go, it is convenient for you if I forget. But dear, privileged, Odinson, I have words for you as well.”     She approached, pulling back his hair and lifting herself to his ear. “ 9 steps. ”  With that she pulled back and vanished from his presence.