#kid thor

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Saw this on shorts and it's so little Loki

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art by ととやから@totoyakara.bsky.social‬

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Here you go @incredifishface, Thor and Loki riding a pony. Thanks for the reference ❤️

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The air in London hummed with a malevolent energy, a thick, suffocating darkness that twisted the familiar architecture into grotesque silhouettes. Brick Lane had never looked so grim, its vibrant street art obscured by swirling shadows, its usual cacophony replaced by the growl of Dark Elf engines and the clash of cosmic weaponry.

Thor, Mjolnir held loosely in his hand, stood before Malekith, the ancient Dark Elf leader a stark figure cloaked in the raw power of the Aether. The reality stone pulsed crimson within his grasp, radiating a palpable hatred that threatened to consume everything. Around them, the remnants of a fierce battle smoldered. Fenris, Hela's enormous wolfdog, lay panting, a fresh scorch mark on his flank. Hela herself, though young, held a blade of solidified darkness, her gaze unwavering as she watched Malekith, ready to spring. Thor’s face was grim, a stark contrast to his usual boisterous demeanor.

“I have to say something,” Thor began, his voice hoarse, but carrying a surprising weight that cut through the oppressive atmosphere. “Something I thought I would never say in a million years.”

Malekith scoffed, a dry, rasping sound. The Aether thrummed, its dark light illuminating his scarred features. “Go on, Son of Odin. Your last words should be memorable.”

A flicker of something akin to self-deprecating humor touched Thor’s lips. “You’re right.”

Malekith's stony expression cracked, a visible jolt of shock rippling across his face. He’d expected defiance, a threat, perhaps a boast of Asgardian might. Not agreement.

Everyone else present—Hela, Fenris, the scattered Dark Elf soldiers, even the distant figures of Jane Foster, Erik Selvig, and a flailing Darcy Lewis—stared at Thor. The silence that followed was heavy, pregnant with unspoken questions.

Thor took a deep breath, his young face etched with a maturity born of recent, painful lessons. “What my grandfather, Bor, did to your world, Svartalfheim, was unforgivable. He waged a war of conquest, and his victory led to the near-extinction of your people, the obliteration of your culture. Your ancestors’ anguish, your people’s desire for retribution… your revenge is earned.”

The words hung in the air, a shocking admission from the prince of Asgard, the very bloodline Malekith sought to eradicate. Malekith’s eyes narrowed, a mixture of disbelief and a flicker of something almost like grudging respect warring in their depths.

“But sacrificing this world,” Thor continued, his voice gaining strength, gesturing to the burning streets of London, "will not change what happened to yours. It will not bring back those you lost. It will only multiply the suffering. I gave my word to myself, to Jane, to all those who live here, that Asgard would protect, not destroy. Please,” he pleaded, a genuine plea that surprised even Hela, “leave. We will find a way. A true way. We will find a way to rebuild your world, to reclaim what was lost, to help your people thrive again. Please, do not make others experience the loss you had.”

For a long moment, Malekith remained still, the Aether pulsing erratically in his hand, as if mirroring the unexpected turmoil in his ancient heart. The offer was so far removed from anything he had ever expected from an Asgardian, especially one of the royal bloodline. It was a crack in a millennia of hatred, a glimpse of something beyond the cycle of vengeance. But the pain, the memory of his dying world, the screams of his people, it was too deeply ingrained.

He let out a guttural laugh, devoid of mirth. “There is one way you can help, son of Odin. One way to soothe the restless souls of our dead. Your dying screams… they will be music to our ears!”

With a roar that tore through the very fabric of the air, Malekith lunged. The Aether flared, a torrent of dark energy erupting from his hand, aimed squarely at Thor.

Before Thor could even raise Mjolnir, Hela was a blur of motion. She intercepted the blast with her blade, the dark energy rippling around its edge, diverting it just enough to spare Thor a direct hit. Fenris, despite his injuries, surged forward, snapping at Malekith’s arm, trying to dislodge the Aether. The battle exploded anew, a furious dance of cosmic powers and raw physicality.

Miles away, in a relatively (for now) safe alleyway, Jane Foster and Erik Selvig were frantically working. Jane’s brow was furrowed in concentration, her nimble fingers flying across a jury-rigged contraption of wires, circuit boards, and what appeared to be a bread toaster held together with duct tape. The air crackled with a desperate urgency.

“The Aether," Jane muttered, more to herself than Erik. "It’s too powerful. If he uses it to its full potential here, the convergence will be… catastrophic.”

Erik, his usually calm demeanor frayed at the edges, was struggling to focus. His mind, battered by cosmic events and the sheer absurdity of his current reality, kept drifting. Retirement, he thought, almost wistfully. A small cabin, no more astrophysics, just fishing, maybe a little gardening. Definitely no revenge-crazed villains, no magic world-ending stones, and definitely no gods. Except, of course, for the ones he’d taught, and who were currently dating his best student. The thought brought a grim smile to his face, even as he offered Jane a wrench.

“We need to get it out of him,” Erik said, his voice strained, pulling himself back to the present. “And keep him from killing Thor and destroying Asgard and Earth, preferably in that order.”

Suddenly, a massive boom echoed from the direction of the fight. The ground trembled.

"Fenris!" Hela’s cry, sharp with distress, cut through the comms device clipped to Jane's ear.

In the melee, Malekith had unleashed a concentrated burst of Aether energy, catching Fenris mid-leap. The giant wolfdog was flung backwards, crashing into an abandoned car and slumping to the ground, unconscious. Malekith, seeing his opportunity, raised his arm, preparing a killing blow. But Hela was there in an instant, a torrent of shadowy blades erupting from her hands, forcing Malekith to defend himself, buying Fenris precious moments.

Meanwhile, in a quieter, albeit still chaotic, corner of London, Darcy Lewis, Loki, and Jarok were engaged in their own skirmish against a squad of Malekith’s Dark Elf thugs. It was, suffice to say, an uneven fight. Loki, even at twelve, was a whirlwind of green energy and illusion, gracefully disarming and incapacitating elves with an almost bored precision. Jarok, resplendent in a tailored silk blouse and floral skirt that somehow remained pristine despite the fight, moved with surprising speed, using his Asgardian strength to send foes flying.

Darcy, on the other hand, was less graceful. Armed only with a miniature pepper spray, a taser she’d bought online, and her formidable sarcasm, she was holding her own purely through sheer audacity. The pepper spray had proven effective on the first three elves, who were now sputtering and clawing at their faces. The taser, however…

“Okay,” Darcy huffed, twisting her arm to try and zap another elf, only for a weak, sad spark to fizzle from the device. “The taser guy must have been selling me the kid’s version.”

Loki, deftly kicking a Dark Elf into a pile of rubbish bins, glanced over. “You are a kid.”

Darcy wheeled around, momentarily forgetting the battle. “You’re a kid too!”

Loki paused, one eyebrow arching in a gesture he'd undoubtedly picked up from Odin. “I am still nine hundred years older than you, if we must be precise.” He punctuated his statement by conjuring illusory serpents that sent a pair of elves screaming in retreat.

Jarok, who had just used a decorative streetlamp to club a large Dark Elf unconscious, tossed the bent pole aside. "Sure, let's take a break and start arguing. Maybe the world-destroying army will wait patiently for us to finish.” He gestured with a blood-splattered hand at the retreating figures of more elves, signaling that reinforcements were on their way.

Back with Jane and Erik, a sudden breakthrough in the frantic calculations clicked into place.

“I got it!” Jane exclaimed, her eyes bright with a spark of genius. “If we blast at him with this,” she tapped the jerry-rigged device, which now vaguely resembled a particle accelerator crossed with a microwave, “while he’s using the Aether full power, and Thor hits him with lightning, he should… well, blow up.”

Erik stared at her, then at the device. “Along with half the galaxy. And us. Jane, I promised your dad you would graduate high school before sacrificing your life to save the Nine Realms from some psycho with a thousand-year grudge.”

Those weren’t the exact words her dad used, Jane thought, but Erik had a point. Blowing up Malekith, while satisfying, wasn’t exactly fixing the problem; it was committing galactic genocide with a very messy collateral damage report.

“What if we…” Jane chewed on her lip, her mind racing, “teleport him?”

Erik scoffed. “So he can become some other poor world’s problem? That’s not a solution, Jane, that’s just deferring the inevitable.”

“No!” Jane corrected, her eyes widening as an idea solidified. “Like banish him! Like we did with Odin! Remember Reed Richards’ lecture about the Negative Zone?”

Erik’s eyes widened too. The Negative Zone. A dimension of antimatter, a cosmic prison. He’d scoffed at Richards’ theories then, seeing them as pure conjecture, but after everything he'd experienced… it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. It was, certainly, better than blowing up.

He thought for a second, weighing the risks, the sheer impossibility against the current, horrifying reality. “Are you sure?”

Jane gestured around them, to the embattled city, the fading light of day, the distant explosions. “Do we have any other choice?!”

“Let’s do it!” Erik declared, a renewed determination hardening his features.

Jane immediately opened a comms channel, her voice urgent. “Thor! Hela! Loki, Jarok! We have a plan! Banishment, like Odin! Erik and I are setting up a portal device, we need a clear shot and Malekith fully engaged!”

A delay, then Darcy’s voice crackled through the comms, forcefully cheerful. “I like this plan! I’m excited to be a part of it!”

Jane rolled her eyes, a small smile touching her lips. She knew exactly where Darcy had gotten that line. Ghostbusters.

While Thor and Hela redoubled their efforts, distracting Malekith with a brilliant display of lightning and shadow blades, Jane and Erik worked with feverish intensity. The portal device was a precarious assembly of advanced Asgardian tech scavenged from Loki's recent 'experiments' and Earth-based electronics, held together with little more than duct tape and hope—mostly hope. Wires sparked, lights flickered, and a low hum began to emanate from the contraption.

The air around them began to tear, a shimmering distortion forming where the device aimed. It was crude, unstable, but it was there.

"Now!" Jane yelled, slamming her hand down on a final switch.

A blinding surge of energy erupted from their makeshift device, tearing open the fabric of reality. It was less a portal and more a gaping wound in space, a swirling vortex of shimmering blues and purples, radiating raw, untamed power. The vortex screamed towards Malekith, who was momentarily stunned by the sudden, unexpected assault.

“You cannot stop me!” Malekith roared, his voice trembling with fury and a hint of fear as the strange energies began to pull at him. The Aether flared, a desperate attempt to resist the banishing force. “You cannot stop me, Son of Odin! The universe will be remade in darkness!”

Jane and Erik poured all their remaining energy into the device, pushing it to its absolute limits. The vortex intensified, its pull irresistible. Malekith struggled, his ancient strength pitted against the raw power of a scientific anomaly. He shrieked, a sound of pure hatred and terror, as the gravitational forces began to rip him from his very essence. Slowly, agonizingly, he was dragged backward, his form elongating, distorting, until with a final, echoing cry, Malekith was sucked into the swirling void.

The portal snapped shut with a violent crack of displaced air, leaving behind only the acrid smell of ozone and the lingering sense of a profound void.

Everyone was breathing heavily, the sudden silence almost as deafening as the previous battle. The Dark Elf thugs, leaderless and shocked, stood frozen, their eyes fixed on the spot where their master had vanished.

“Is he gone?” Jane asked, her voice breathless, her eyes darting to Erik.

From the comms, Darcy’s voice, now less forcefully cheerful and more genuinely hopeful, piped up. “Did we win?”

Thor, leaning heavily on Mjolnir, surveyed the ravaged street. Fenris was stirring, groaning softly. Hela still stood vigilant, her blade ready, but her shoulders sagged slightly with relief. “Any battle you can walk away from, Darcy Lewis,” he rumbled, a tired smile gracing his lips, “that is a victory.”

Darcy scoffed. “You say that a lot, but I’m not sure it’s true.” She looked down at her ruined taser, now a melted blob of plastic and wire. Her shoes, once trendy sneakers, were now shredded canvas. And her phone, clutched in her pocket, was a shattered mess. “My phone is smashed to pieces! This definitely doesn't feel like a victory for my data plan.”

Jane, despite the lingering adrenaline and the ache in her bones, felt a surge of warmth. She looked at the still-smoldering London street, then at Erik, then at the sky, which was slowly, miraculously, clearing. “We’re alive, and the Earth is still here. That’s a victory.”

Erik managed a weak smile, his face pale and drawn. He was glad he didn't die. Definitely not a part of the retirement plan. But his legs were wobbling precariously. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

Before he could finish the sentence, Erik Selvig pitched forward, passing out cold onto the grimy London street.

Thor, seeing the professor collapse, quickly moved to scoop him up with surprising gentleness, slinging the unconscious Erik over his massive shoulder.

A voice cut through the momentary lull. "Retreat!" It was Algrim, Malekith’s formidable second-in-command, his face a mask of grim determination. He knew their cause was lost, for now. One by one, the Dark Elf ships, damaged but still operational, began to lift off, their engines whining.

“Wait, don’t go!” Thor called out, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

Everyone, from Jane and Hela to the retreating Dark Elves, stared at him again. Why do you want the army of evil elves who tried to kill us and destroy the world to stay? was the unspoken question on every face.

Thor met Algrim’s gaze, his own filled with a sincerity that was hard to ignore. “I meant what I said earlier. We will help you rebuild your world and your people. The blood debt of my grandfather’s actions runs deep. It is time for a new path, for peace, not perpetual war.”

Algrim glared at him, his fists clenching, but his eyes also darted to the empty space where Malekith had been. He knew, with a chilling certainty, that if they stayed and fought, they would be slaughtered. This Asgardian prince was different. His words… they resonated with a truth that Malekith’s rage had long overshadowed.

“Very well, Son of Odin,” Algrim ground out, his voice laced with suspicion, but also a hint of something else – perhaps curiosity, or even a ghost of a desperate hope. "But do not mistake this for trust. We will watch. And we will remember."

With that, Algrim turned and boarded the last ship, which lifted into the polluted London sky and vanished, taking the remnants of the Dark Elf armada with it.

The city was finally quiet, save for the distant wail of sirens and the groaning of damaged buildings.

Darcy, still holding her ruined phone, broke the silence. “Okay, so that was officially the most insane thing I have ever done. And kind of fun? Except for the dozen times we almost died. And my shoes are totally gone!”

Jane laughed, a genuine, relieved sound. “Our world almost got sacrificed by a revenge-crazed genocide survivor who got banished to what I hope is a very uncomfortable dimension.”

Darcy deadpanned, “Is that not normal for us by this point?”

Jane laughed again, shaking her head. Darcy wasn’t wrong. This had become their strange, new normal.

She turned to Thor, who still held the unconscious Erik over his shoulder, a surprisingly tender sight. Jane reached up, cupping his cheek, and pulled him down for a kiss. It was soft, brief, but filled with a profound depth of emotion.

“Not a lot of people would be able to do what you just did, Thor Odinson,” she murmured, her thumb stroking his cheek. “To speak of forgiveness, of rebuilding, to an enemy bent on your destruction… especially with your family’s history hanging so heavily.”

“It was needed,” Thor rumbled, his eyes, so often filled with thunder, now soft. “For centuries, Asgard has taken, conquered, but never truly repaid. My grandfather’s actions… they were a wound that festered. It is time, for Asgard, for me, to begin to heal it.” He tightened his arm around Erik, adjusting the professor more comfortably. “You truly are something else, Thor Odinson.”

“And you, Jane Foster, are the most brilliant mortal I have ever known,” Thor rumbled, tightening his embrace slightly, pulling her closer amidst the chaos. “Or perhaps, simply the most brilliant being.”

The moment, tender and genuine, was unfortunately interrupted by the younger Asgardian and Earthling. Darcy dramatically gagged. “Gross! Can we focus on the important things here? Like our unconscious teacher?” She gestured to Erik. “And my destroyed phone? And I need new shoes, definitely. And victory pizza! Lots of victory pizza! I’m talking at least ten slices!”

Loki, who had finally rejoined them, wiping a smudge of dark elf blood from his cheek with a graceful flourish, smirked. “What a childish demand.”

Darcy’s hands went to her hips. “Oh, you're above pizza now, Mr. Nine-Hundred-Years-Old? Do you want the pizza or not?”

Jarok, who had been meticulously inspecting his feet, chimed in. "I concur, especially about the shoes. Mine are completely destroyed, and I paid a good amount of green feather gold for them too.” He held up one of his feet, then the other. Both heels were gone, and his once elegant, patterned shoes were caked in what appeared to be everything from London street grime to Dark Elf blood. “Most unsatisfactory. A cosmic battle is no excuse for such poor craftsmanship on the part of a reputable cobbler.”

Jane and Thor exchanged a look, a shared grin forming. The universe was saved, for now. And the immediate crisis? Apparently, it revolved around pizza, new footwear, and the recovery of a very tired, very unconscious professor. It was, Jane thought, perfectly, wonderfully, horribly normal.

[cyrusking100]

MORE SCREENSHOTS MORE SCREENSHOTS AHHHH I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO BE TODAYYY AHHHH

GUYS GUYS GUYS IM SOOO FUKING PSYCHED HOLY SHIT HOLY SHITT WHAT ARE YOU MOST EXITED FOR?? ME DONALD BECAUSE IM A WEIRDO

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Invincible Universe compendium

I was at Barnes and Noble and succumbed to temptation. I had read Invincible Universe proper some time back, and I thought to buy the collection once again, little-knowing I was actually buying all the extended universe materials (sans Battle Beast, which I'm not interested in reading). It's a thick, glossy book, with high-quality pages and bindings that are too tight to see the materials in the crease. Still, I enjoyed re-reading what I knew, and the new stories I didn't. Let's get into them, shall we? Light, inspecific spoilers to follow.

Atom Eve

Samantha Eve Wilkins: Atom Eve! See now her secret origin, and discover the truth: her parents are not actually her parents!

It's a short two-issue series, but it's very cinematic, the tragedies building into one another until we reach the depressing conclusion. Many characters here have strong personalities, and I'm once again reminded that Atom Eve's dad is a POS who does his best; the scene with his wife where they lost the baby is one of the most human moments I've ever seen from him, trying to convince his wife not to blame herself, and blame him if she needed to. That kind of human connection and tragedy pervades these series.

Very good. I can see why it was adapted to animation and, more importantly, why it changed very little when it did so.

Atom Eve & Rex Splode

Rex is a kid who's had it rough. But he gets a chance to be a superhero and get a dad who's there for him. What will he did when he finds out his new old man is shady as hell?

This is likewise good, showing how Rex got to be the way he is, but more importantly how someone like Eve would be interested in him when she's clearly out of his league. They have a common connection to one another through being created in a lab, and she's especially drawn to Rex because her father wouldn't approve. When I got to the end of the series, I almost could have believed they would remain a couple, but I know better.

I do think the artist could pull back, just a hair. Eve is an attractive young woman, but she's still a teenager during this series, and the way she's drawn is repeatedly sexualized. Yes, she's wearing a miniskirt, but some of these poses look like they'd hurt your back.

That's about it, really. There was a bonus story after this about Nolan and his family, which was cute.

Guarding the Globe (2010) volume 1

Cecil is looking to recruit to the Guardians of the Globe, but not just recruit: expand! Meet the brand-new Guardians of the Globe, now from across the entire world!

The vibe of this series feels like a workplace dramedy. The absurdity of the situations these heroes have to face off against are treated utterly seriously, but we get a tongue-in-cheek tone for the interpersonal drama. It's a lot of fun, but it really gets better during the second volume; it's a little rough here, not quite fleshed out.

(Before we move on, I would also like to mention I thought the designs for the Order are great; it's fun that only two of them are specifically-cultural, War Woman and Master Liu, and the rest have unique gimmicks that don't have anything to do with their countries).

A few characters pop off in this series, notably Best Tiger and Yeti, but the rest are hit-or-miss. I really think El Chupacabra had something strong going for him that didn't get going until the last couple of issues, and I think Outrun being a nymphomaniac is a shitty trait to add to one of the few female members of the team.

The ending is also anti-climactic. We learn one thing about the bad guy, Set, and it prevents the situation from worsening, but it's not set up at all and he's not defeated. It's all so little, so nothing.

Guarding the Globe (2012) volume 2

The Guardians are back! But some of the threats they put down in the first series are rising to the surface, and new threats come to make more trouble for them. Can they fight back?

I knew this series was going to be better than the first when Brit's first character moment is him learning with his wife that their son will have some form of autism. Brit's stoic so he takes it on the chin, but it clearly affects him and he thinks a lot about it throughout the series. It also has a heartwarming conclusion that I was touched by, where nobody felt villainized even with some really intense emotions.

Characters feel more like people in this series. Not all of them; Japandroid doesn't get a lot of characterization in this series, and the conclusion to her story didn't hit as hard as I wanted it to. But there were others that leaped out of the page; Outrun got some justice when it was revealed she was possessed in the first series and nobody noticed, which she got to be angry about. Kaboomerang revealed some hidden depths that turned him fully-rounded from the cocky asshole he was before. The characters are allowed more inner lives; though most of the focus goes to Brit as the team leader, we get to see these characters interact with one another off the job, or in the downtime, which makes them all the more human.

There's also a character who appears in one issue, Samar, as a civilian Brit is trying to save. She's a face to remind us that the people the Guardians are trying to save are all whole individuals; in the last series, Paris got wiped almost off the map off-panel, and I felt nothing; here, Samar dies and it's one of the most crushing things I've ever seen, and I own the Invincible compendiums! It's not a clean victory, but our heroes come out on top in the end.

I think Phil Hester did a better job as the writer on this book than Robert Kirkman on the first one, and I'm so pleased both to have read his work, and then he continued onto the final series.

Invincible Universe

The series shifts at this point to telling stories in between Invincible events proper. We pick up right after the final confrontation with Dinosaurus, and our heroes are scrambling to pick up the pieces and set things right, all the while enemies work in the shadows against them.

The larger format for this series allows for a broader, episodic format that allows us to drill down into the characters. We get an entire issue dedicated to El Chupacabra dealing with his guilt by making it right with people he's wronged, and while it doesn't tie into the series as a whole, it makes future interactions stronger. Almost every character who was introduced before (including those from Capes and Astounding Wolf-Man) gets stronger focus, and to be the hero of their own story at least once. Best Tiger went from someone I loved to watch just because he's cool, to a stoic badass with hidden emotional depths and an honesty about it that was refreshing.

The finale does, of course, involve fighting a bad guy, but it's a unique twist on the "and the adventure continues" ending that I appreciated after everything else. Even without the context of previous stories, I understand how I could just jump into this series and enjoy it; it's quality superhero storytelling, in a way more pure than Invincible proper. If you were interested in costumed do-gooders with a little violence and some stakes, this is the series for you. Just... know there be spoilers ahead, yeah?

[danitalkscomics]

There is so much here. I love this page.

So this guy having a wedding, Kid Thor, he is on a superhero team and his family descended from a blacksmith blessed by Thor. His teammate, Yeti, is Jötunn. His brothers only just arrived to the reception late and only see their fated enemy. But cultures aren't monolithic so get soaked racist

It's good luck to have a fight at your wedding reception.

[kindnessemitsagoldenlight]

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