#mustbeathcr

[chooserofslain]

“ 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗗 — ” The Valkyrie nodded down to the ‘ THING ’ in question with a wry smile - Mölnir, a weapon of the ages re - forged and ... at home in familiar hands. The weapon hummed between her finger tips, the violent cracks in the star forged iron bright with a cosmic blue light that was beautiful in its own ... Asgard - interpreted - Kintsugi kind of way. 

Dark eyes lingered on the weapon before they flicked up to the features that were familiar and yet chiseled differently now in a way that ... the warrior had yet to fully understand. How could Jane be so CHANGED and yet --- so much the same ? Brows wrinkle with the thought but only enough to press a crease between them, her genuine curiosity, for the moment, out weighing any other concern. 

“ Not that I doubted you, ” The Valkyrie’s tone was soft but with an edge of defense that seemed to reveal a hint of the emotions she so wanted to hide, “ Its only ... a weapon AND a divine instrument of the gods --- ” she found Jane’s gaze and her smile widened, “ Where could that go wrong ? ”

: ·ﾟ✧ ⚔ 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 / @mustbeathcr​

[iamdarcylewis]

starter for @mustbeathcr​.

Darcy was so glad when she saw Jane’s car coming to pick her up. She waved at the woman before getting inside the car, she was just hoping Jimmy would remember to send her equipment back because man were they heavy and expensive. She still owe money for them so she better get them back.

“You would not believe the week I’ve had Jane, oh my God. You’d have lost your mind.”

[vulnerastti]

@mustbeathcr || cont. from x

        “Hi,” it’s a breath more than it is an actual word as she kneels down to level herself with the other. But something’s different. She’s different. And then there’s a smile, a grin, it flickers briefly as another puff of air falls from pulled back lips. “Hi.” It’s as if she’s saying it for the first time. It’s a single syllable but it’s coated in honey and accompanied by a softer shade of blue. “I’m happy to see your face.”

        Not now, Alana. 

        “May I?” She has to ask, even as a reverent hand is already reaching out to touch doting fingertips to the opposite temple, to assess torn flesh and raw edges. “I’ve had my fair share of concussions before. Even mild, they’re not to be taken any less serious.” A pause, allowing fingers to linger before a hand comes to rest on top of a shoulder. “I’m a doctor of psychology but I’ve had plenty of practice in the medical field.” The number of autopsies she’s done is uncanny. “I have a first-aid kit in the house.” She has an entire miniature examine room in the master bathroom. She’s lost count of how many times she’s given herself stitches. 

        “Can you stand? Don’t rush. I can bring the kit to you, if you’d like. But it’s severely important that you keep conscious, no matter how close the darkness gets.” No matter how tempting it is to let yourself slip away. 

[thunderaesir]

      THOR DID NOT LIKE BEING BACK ON MIDGARD. It gave him no peace or solace. It was the place of his failure, a failure which he’d been trying to outrun for more than a year. He had left there, hoping to find some answer in the stars that might aide him, all of them, in undoing what had been done. He and Rocket had also searched for Tony and Nebula, though word came that they found their own way home while he and the raccoon were still off world. He was no longer Thor, hero of Earth and prince of Asgard. There was no Asgard to be a prince of. He had failed his people, his allies, his friends. He had almost perfected living below the radar when Rocket had somehow found him and convinced him that they should journey to find him a new arm. Where else than Nidavellir?

      He had two arms now, two eyes, but those were not the parts of himself that he missed. His intention was not to return to the Avengers, to what was left of them, and yet there he found himself. Sullen and sulking, he did not want to answer questions about where he had been. He intended to remain long enough to see that Stark was well, and then he would become a ghost once more. The last thing he had expected was a woman, dressed in armor of Asgardian design, wielding an impossible weapon. 

      Was this some kind of joke? A cruel jest? He froze where he was, fists clenching at his side. Somehow he found himself alone in the room with this imposter, the others elsewhere in the compound. They knew enough to leave him to his own devices. Now, perhaps, would have been a good time to have another person there. “What is this? Who are you and how do you have my hammer?” He managed finally, through gritted teeth, more a growl than anything else.

[soulgiven]

@mustbeathcr​:

“Thou ought to see them when the hammer is involved.” Lips curve into a smirk as feet come to a halt, gloved hands holding onto the punching bag once Natasha walks in. The helmet and the cape discarded aside, Jane still prefers training in this form, for it is stronger and less… embarrassing when it comes to sparring.

“Hast thou come to get your ass kicked yet again, Widow—” The humor is apparent behind her words, since Thor is well aware that Natasha Romanoff is very much a match unless there is no lightning involved, even though she is much smaller than the goddess.

“— or art thou here to spectate?”

she’s not sure this will ever stop being impressive, but she’s also not sure the fact that she’s got gods and magic and interstellar threats in her orbit will ever be less vexing, either. at least with thor, she has some vague idea of what to expect. . .  most of the time.  “ oh is that what we’re calling it when I pin you, now? ”  she counters, a wry smile forming in her features.

natasha knows better, of course, than to presume she could ever consistently best the goddess of thunder. she also knows it’s only ever going to be possible with the other at a deficit, none of the aforementioned thunder allowed. still, it’s nice to think she can sometimes hold her own.

“ haven’t decided yet, if I’m being honest. ”

[chooserofslain]

 📜  𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗤𝗨𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 / @mustbeathcr​ / 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

[chooserofslain]

‘  what  did  you  dream  of ? ’  / @mustbeathcr​ / 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 / 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞, 𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗗 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗣𝗥𝗘 - 𝗗𝗔𝗪𝗡 — but there was an electric hum in the small space, a promise of something ... MORE that was still to come. The warrior smiled in the darkness, her hand finding Jane’s with a squeeze. Sleep was still heavy in her bones but already she could feel the pull magnetic of the responsibilities that surrounded their small cabin. Spending a few moments speaking of - dreams would keep the Valkyrie here a little longer - hidden from that world of duty and kings, curled beside the woman who meant more than all of it - combined. 

“ I dreamt of my ... sisters, ” her voice was soft was she pressed her body more closely to Jane’s relishing in the feel of her skin, in the familiarity of her warmth. “ I dreamt of an Asgard that was LOST long before Ragnarok ... ” beneath the blankets, her callous covered hand came to rest on Jane’s stomach, her fingers drawing a swirling pattern on her skin. “ They were waiting for me ... They gave me the welcome of a hero to -- Valhalla. But I knew it was wrong ... I knew it was false but it was ... ” she trailed off for a few moments as if still lost in the dream. “ Glorious. ”

[chooserofslain]

FOR THE MOST BRIEF OF MOMENTS — as the Valkyrie looked down at the bleeding goddess who had fallen from the sky — she wondered if it was simply a coincidence that this woman was as hard headed as her predecessor or if perhaps Mjolnir was simply attracted to … self righteous - MASOCHISTS.

Dropping to her knees beside the warrior, the Valkyrie sheathed Dragonfang across her shoulders & shook her head - braids swaying as brows furrowed. “ That certainly makes it sound as if you do in fact — NEED HELP. ” shifting her frown towards the hazy clouds above them, the warrior wondered if more gods would be falling from the heavens above New Asgard or - if this woman was the last.

“ I don’t know where you came from or how you came to wield Mjolnir but if you’ll shallow your PRIDE — I might be able to help you from bleeding out. ” As her gaze shifted back onto the new arrival, the Valkyrie was for a moment - puzzled. Her aura was as familiar as it was … that of a complete stranger. It shifted & changed like a kaleidoscope - colors mixing & interchanging, the gold of Asgard clashing against the rational greens of Midgard, shot through with the electric blast of icy white lightening — she was an enigma who felt … like a long lost sister.

Pressing her palms against her own knees, the King of New Asgard leaned in closer & allowed one brow to flex upward in question. “ I WON’T ask you again — ”

*: ·ﾟ✧ ⚔ @mustbeathcr​ / ⚔