#thethundersmight

[xtrustmyrage-blog]

          ❝    -——— Thor... I see you have finally returned from           Asgard.  ❞

[doyouknowofmytrueparentage-blog]

+thethundersmight has come to kneel.

"Brother, I'm surprised to see you here. What is it that you want?"

[silvershieldmaiden-archive-blog]

thethundersmight has found the shieldmaiden

"My prince. It has been far to long since we have seen each other. How do you fair?"

[telepathic-x-blog]

Eternal Bonds • Closed

So this was it, then. The eve in which he would be meeting Prince Thor for the first time – alone, that was. He had seen the Crown Prince of Asgard plenty of times before, as muscular (and quite possibly as stupid) as all the other Æsir warriors. Not that the Jötnar warriors got all that much more praise from the raven, who considered all who were all brawn over brains to be unworthy of his time.

His own race considered Loki to be a runt, his growth stalled by the seiðr that ran through his veins, though he was every bit as powerful as an enchantress, and his height made him the perfect choice for diplomatic bonds.

Like this one… to have Asgard and Jötunheim united and so end conflict that had lasted for millennia – of course it would fall down to him to make this happen. Jötunheim needed to be restored to all its former glory. Loki had done a lot with his magic, but most of the realm was in ruin, and this seemed the last option at hand.

Býleistr hovered in the doorway of Loki’s chambers and the smaller Jötunn looked up, eyebrow raised. “It is time, then?” He did not need an answer, but Býleistr offered one anyway.

“The Gatekeeper of Asgard has sent a guard. He is waiting in the throne room. Loki--”

“I do not need your pity!” the raven snapped before his younger sibling could say another word, and turned to look at his reflection once more. The ice mirror showed him as he was; wearing gold and white furs, his blue skin and the markings a bright contrast and red eyes scrutinizing his form. His skin was very bared in comparison to what he had seen of the Æsir, but it was normal for his kind. He would be fine, as long as Thor knew his place – Loki would not take kindly to rough handling. “Very well. I am ready.”

With that he followed Býleistr into the throne room, and then the guard – a young Æsir who was positively similar in height to Loki, and so didn’t cause his neck to ache as he wasn’t forced to look up at him. Once outside, the guard only raised a hand, and the Bifröst portal was opened, transporting him straight into the rainbow bridge observatory.

Loki’s eyes widened in awe and he looked around, blurting before he could stop himself, “Prince Thor grew up here? No wonder all of the realms wish to conquer this realm…” Who wouldn’t want to call this their home?

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my hand is slipping and making a eve blog. OOPs.

// LET IT SLIP AND DO THE THING YES I APPROVE.

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Thorki Amnesia (thethundersmight)

A tall, elegant, dark heaired man was walking quickly trough the streets of New York. He was dressed with a fine black suit and a green scarf that matched his eyes.

The moon was high in the sky, but there were no stars in the sky, or at least he couldn't see them. The man let out a sigh. Sometimes he wished he could go to a less crowded place to live but... He really liked New York, even if he didn't really knew the reason.

A few minutes later he had arrived to his apartament and he thanked silenly all the gods above for this small mercy. He just wanted a minute of relax.

The dark haired man stepped into the apartament and clossed the dpor behind him. Without bothering in changing his clothes he just oppened his window and sat in one of the chairs of the terrace. People said he was lucky... And well, it could be true, after all.

A month ago he awoke in a hospital, with no memories of him or his previous life. But for some reason he did not lost his time crying, instead, he got out of the hospjtal as soob as he could and started to made himself a new life.

And now he was Luke Lauson, a empressary of success. He won't complain but sometimes he felt he was missing something impotant. How he hated that feeling.