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[einharfrey-blog]

 -- @fryordie has been captured

    “Giant worms from the skies? If Einhar had been there, I would have sent them all to the Menagerie! There is plenty of room there. No need to destroy buildings.”

    Einhar Frey has seen many cities, but New York dwarfs them all. It matters little. He is a survivor, and survivors adapt to any environment. This one is nicer than most, as it has meat tubes in long buns. Hot dogs, the vendor called them. Einhar does taste a hint of dog in them. They’re pretty good. He’s on his third.

    The cart vendor opens her mouth to ask him if he’s finally going to pay when he interrupts her.

    “Unless you need buildings destroyed. Einhar is considering a beast rental business. You pay Einhar in nets to recapture the beasts, as nets are tedious to weave by hand. Makes my fingers hurt! I would much rather be hunting, exile.”

[journalsauthored]

@fryordie​

“Five years. Five years and I come back to find my brother died three months ago.” Stan hadn’t faked his death again-- no, he had died of an aneurysm in the brain. He had died thinking Ford was gone once more, never to return. Stan had died alone.

He sat on a stool inside the Milano, hands folded in his lap. He sported a few new scars from that final battle-- but he had survived. A fact that brought him more distress than comfort.

“My family thinks I’m already gone-- I can’t let them mourn me again. This planet-- I’ve tired of it.” He looked up at the Asgardian, feigning a smile. “At the very least I’m in good company. Now then-- permit me to have a look at that eye of yours. This ship has long been in need of a doctor.”

[greatliie-blog]

@fryordie IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS ENTIRE BLOG

He’s-- uncertain how to process this. Thor bore some weight-- sported a new haircut-- but still carried himself with that self-confidence that permeated their youth.

“Escaping with the Tesseract. It didn’t take me long to figure out that wasn’t meant to be.” Loki retorted, he wouldn’t move away, but he still seemed defensive. “The Infinity Stones can grant their user sight beyond-- as the Tesseract did once I’d had it in my possession long enough.”

The male folded his arms over his chest, dark eyes watching his brother with scrutiny.

“I eventually found my way back to the prime timeline-- only to learn I’ve been dead for years. As is mother.” He wouldn’t mention Odin-- Loki still despised the man. “I should have left you a message of some kind to be read in the event of my demise-- have you found it yet?” Such an artifact would provide him with much needed clues as to the extent to which he could trust those around him.

There was no one Loki trusted more than himself.

[endurraesa]

post-endgame starter for @fryordie

In Loki’s mind, it was already over.  He had managed to lose as convincingly as he could in the battle of New York, it would certainly be enough to convince the likes of Thanos and his children.  All that was left to attend to was whatever ridiculous and possibly deadly version of ‘Asgardian Justice’ that he would be facing.

He wasn’t sure what it meant that he was more willing to face death than Thanos, but he was certain that it all amounted to fear.

All of it seemed to cut and dry until he saw the case that contained the Tesseract begun to move...then the cube was at his feet.  It didn’t matter that he already had a plan, this one was better.  He would vanish, he could hide with the power of the Tesseract, no Thanos, no punishment, he would be fine!  He could exist outside of time!

He quickly knelt down and picked up the stone, using it and vanishing.  Unfortunately, fate was less than kind and a sort of quantum disturbance pulled him through and when he was once more on stable ground, he wasn’t even in the same year as he had been before.  Not only that but he was bombarded with a sudden flood of memories that he hadn’t had before, prison, his mother’s death, his own death, posing as Odin, Ragnarok, Hela, Sakaar...so much pain and uncertainty to add to his already impressive collection.

Odin was dead.  Frigga was dead.  The Warriors Three were dead and so was half of Asgard.  Heimdal, dead.

All he had left was Thor, and he knew that despite everything, he had to find his brother.  His only hope was that an older version of his brother would be more understanding and with that, he zeroed in on the god’s unique energy and used the Space Stone to transport to him.

He wound up in a bar...on another planet.

[princelies]

@fryordie

Loki laid in the long grass just outside of New Asgaurd. He stretched out, blinking weary eyes open just in time to see a spaceship beginning to land ahead of him. He squinted his eyes into the sun, slowly sitting up to rub his hazy gaze as he watched some strange creatures- a raccoon? A blue lady and- oh.

Thor was back.

Loki quickly got to his feet, grabbing his jacket which had been abandoned to his side and making his way down the small hill towards where the once-King was being greeted. He stopped not far back from him, making eye contact with his brother after seven long years of Thor thinking Loki was dead.

[oddyssea]

@fryordie––––––616 STARTER ( accepting ! )

“Yer not gonna start cryin’ are ya? Cuz m’gonna be honest I ain’t really equipped t’handle somethin’ like that an’ I ain’t exactly th’comfortin’ type pal.”

HE SUSPECTS that he’ll be met with a fist to the jaw if not at least a DIRTY look considering Odinson had a habit of taking out frustrations on him when prodded too much on the subject ( not that Karter really CARED much ). This rut of his had gone on long enough and fairly soon Karter would be happy to WILLINGLY provoke something out of him.

[corruptedspider]

    “Doubtful. You might be able to stun them - maybe singe their flesh, but countless souls?” He scoffed. “Who even talks like that?”

// @fryordie xxx

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“It’s fine,” she assured him quietly. “And I do have a theory about that. But, I’m not sure how well it will work. I’m still researching.” Natasha frowned slightly, as she gestured to a stack of books not far from them.