#shiclded

[americanhero]

@shiclded​ | steve rogers + thor odinson

“Thor?” Steve called over his shoulder back into the apartment. It was strange, roommates, especially when said roommate was a literal Norse god, especially at his age. Weren’t roommates something you were supposed to do in college? By the time you cracked one hundred, you were supposed to have a house and kids, he’d thought. It would have been nice: a picket fence, a golden retriever--or maybe it was a German shepherd--a woman with dark hair and a full crimson smile. Another world, another time, another life. For now, it was him and Thor. Considering he’d skipped the college thing, gone straight to army barracks, then to Avengers Tower, it wasn’t so bad. Mostly.

It had been right here: neatly stacked against the hall table next to the closet, right where it always was, ready for an emergency. He’d taken it with him for a run that morning, and he was sure he’d put it out when he’d gone out to get a coffee. But it wasn’t there now. It wasn’t anywhere. Steve inhaled deeply, clenched his jaw, then sighed. “Thor, buddy, have you seen my shield?”

[offollies]

( @shiclded​ ) NATASHA ROMANOFF & PEGGY CARTER

“should i be surprised by this visit?” natasha asked, not looking up as she smiled to herself knowing entirely too well on who it was that had entered. as she organized her remaining paperwork for the day, she finally stopped and looked up to meet her friend. “peggy, please tell me you’re not here to drag me out to do something other than raise a resistance and coordinate fights...? clint hasn’t gotten ahold of you and complained about me, right?” she teased, mockingly groaning in protest and only secretly hoping that peggy would drag her out of there. “but also i actually hope this visit is in good spirits?”

[offollies]

( @shiclded​ ) VALKYRIE & THOR ODINSON

she had been ruminating on the fact that gorm was gone - she could have prevented it. seen the signs, fought the fight - but she didn’t and hindsight was a raging bitch. still, she sought comfort from the one who understood most about their way of life - the former king himself. she’d entered frigga’s thinking she was alone and sighed at not spotting thor. so val did what she was good at. moving behind the bar she opened a cask of what she assumed was mead but not caring very much if it really was or not - and took a large swig. she’d pay the god of thunder back, anyhow. “you’re late,” she remarked once she spotted him enter, her voice clear of jovial humor as she leaned against the bar top. “i want to talk with you.”

[ormenace]

with  :  @shiclded​  [  thor  ] location  :  frigga’s !

in  retrospect,  the  name  should’ve  been  a  dead  giveaway.  in  tony’s  defense,  even  tony’s  sharp  mind  hasn’t  quite  caught  on  to  any  logistics  and  direction  to  be  found  in  latverion.  it’s  real,  but  stitched  together,  made  up  of  parts  that  don’t  fit  but  are  made  to  anyway.  he’s  knows  no  one  wants  to  walk  around  with  a  built  in  tracking  system,  for  obvious  reasons,  privacy  yada-yada-yada,  but  is  it  unfair  to  say  it  would’ve  been  really  convenient  for  six  little  red  dots  to  appear  on  his  radar  all  the  time ?  he’ll  work  on  talking  them  back  into  a  comm  link  up,  later.  

for  now,  he  has  this  to  attend  to.  weirdly,  it  seems  like  it  should  be  harder  as  he’s  stepping  into  the  bar.  tony  doesn’t  want  things  to  be  difficult  for  himself,  but  he’s  always  struggled  with  accepting  when  they  come  easy.  there’s  no  more  searching,  thor  is  there  and  familiar  as  ever  behind  the  bar  in  this  little  place  that  seems  to  be  his.  ❛   hey-a  buddy,   ❜  tony  calls  across  the  room,  grin  set  as  he  makes  his  way  over  and  slides  onto  a  stool.  ❛   boy,  am  i  glad  to  see  you.   ❜

[greatresponsibility]

@shiclded​ | peter parker + thor odinson​

He clung to the side of the window, his hands and feet sticking tight to the glass (Spider-Man: menace to window washers everywhere). He wasn’t entirely sure he had the right address, but he wasn’t entirely sure of anything these days, and this seemed as good a place to start as any. At least he didn’t have his spider sense yelling that he was about to accidentally drop in on one of Doom’s secret strongholds. Peter shuffled over a little until he found an open window and a silhouette--thank god. Thank this god in particular, actually.

“Hey!” He rapped on the glass and waved. “Hey, Thor!” he called, sliding the window further open, but not yet letting himself in (he didn’t want a face full of fancy space god magic hammer, thanks). “Thor, we’re friends, right?”