#ceruleancoquet

[the-mjolnir-owner]

"'A god?' Don't be so full of yourself."

Gods and Deities Sentence Starters@ceruleancoquet

“That wasn’t a title I gave myself, humans are easily impressed by everything.”

[northern-thunderstorm]

"Because everyone does what's best for their own people."

THE 1OO’S KING ROAN STARTERS

⚡ ACCEPTING ⚡ @ceruleancoquet

Thor had prepared himself for this day to come, the day that would mark the beginning of the new era, a era of peace for Asgard and Jotunheim. He had heard that the one he would be meeting was quite new on the throne. It wouldn’t be the old Laufey, but his son. 

Strangely, in the same way, Odin had recently deceased, abandoning his golden throne to his son, the warrior all Aesirs adored. The one who struck with the thunder and bloody fists, the one with golden hair and a piercing stormy blue gaze.

The ladies in the room had been eyeing him, until the Jotunheim’s King arrival was announced. As her Highness and his personal escort penetrated the vast room, Thor rose from his throne, in order to demonstrate his respect, then even walked down the stairs that separated him from the newcomers, to show them he was welcoming them as an equal among equals. New generations met and, while the son of Laufey seemed quite attentive, Thor quickly lost his attention during the meeting that followed. Happily, his advisors remained more alert than their carefree kinda arrogant King who obviously dreamed only about leaving this boring session to go drinking in some inn with his comrades or fighting, he who was known for his brawling.

He was being quite incorrect right now, quite impolite, but, as an impulsive person, it was hard for him to hide his growing annoyance and boredom. Also, before he became a true King, the King of Asgard, Thor had been a golden child, everything being provided to him, served on a silver plate, all his wishes always granted. Therefore, when the son of Laufey made this comment, this little comment that sounded like an admonition, it got him nearly startled.

►Sure... the God of Thunder grumbled lowly, clearing his dry throat and motioning for a servant to fill his glass with some red wine, before a smile returned to his smug lips. Sure... but this... I suppose... has gone on long enough. You’ve come a long way and I’m pretty sure the rest of the details to discuss can wait for tomorrow.

His audacity took aback more than a counselor, whether they were his or Loki’s, but Thor’s unblinking cerulean gaze wandered over all their astonished faces without an ounce of shame or embarrassment.

[deemwcrthy]

despite not having been APPROACHED, he still takes a step BACK, feeling as if the other was PLANNING on advancing towards him just based on TONE alone.

                 ‘ yo   you are being PERFECTLY clear.....&&                     i guess....i guess it will go ON for as long as we                     WISH it to..... ‘

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“Odin had little intervention in raising Thor and I. He was much too busy being king than to be with us constantly. Frigga was our main caretaker. While Odin did spend time with us, it was never as frequent as others spoke of spending time with their fathers. I don’t see what the fuss is about. I thought mothers loved spending time with their children. Of course I will be around, but what work do you expect me to take part in?”

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It was clear by the way Minx was acting something wasn’t right. Had someone threatened him? Had he heard news that had troubled him? There had been growing rumors of Jotunheim attacking, rumors which he’d tried to help conceal with pretty lies while others worked to keep the Jotuns at bay. Could it be affecting Minx? Did he feel as if he did not belong? Or was he running from someone? 

“We can take a trip. Nothing permanent, Minx. Asgard is my home. I will protect it if I must. I will protect you. I will ask once more, will you leave this place, your home, and this life, and come to live with me? You will be safer there. I do not know what has scared you into wanting to leave, but whatever it may be, I will not let it harm you.” 

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Send ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) to walk in on my muse changing their clothes

“Impatience must run through your blood.” Loki states as he looks over to Minx with minor disapproval of his silent arrival. “Do you like what you see so much that you can not bare to see me in clothing?” 

[thunderkingodinson]

"You look terrible."

Things me and my roommates said [Accepting]

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"Yes, thank you. That tends to happen when there is a horde of Norns know what after me." Thor examined the cutbin his upper arm, wincing as he flexed. He hoped it wouldn't eave too bad if a scar. "What was that?"

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“It was but a jest, my friend. Nothing more. You’ve earned the right to be frivolous with your spending, but a wise king would not waste away his people's wealth on his own fineries. Not without finding ways to appease the public of course. Distract them, make them think they are gaining something while you get what you want.” With a smirk, he raises his glass to his twin and winks. “As for things you did not ask for, I have a gift for you. A special gift. A snow white mare, and to go with it, a new fur and riding outfit to go with it. You’re a king now, it would not do for you to dress as if you were a mere commoner.”