#thorofjotunheim

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@thorofjotunheim / con. from here:

Thor put a hand on Loki’s shoulder.

“Of course you do,” he said. “She is your daughter, how can you not? At least let us carry some of your burden with you, that is all I ask.”

Loki hesitantly leaned into the gentle touch, managing a weak smile as he let out a small sigh. “I suppose that I can try,” he murmured after a few seconds.

[the-blackest-spider]

thorofjotunheim replied to your post:thorofjotunheim replied to your post:I love the...

WEEPS INTO ARMS

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thorofjotunheim replied to your post:I love the text meme. Quickest way to rip out my...

IT HURTS

IT HURTS SO GOOOOD

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text meme

[text: Thor] I’m worried about you.

[text: Thor] we should do something crazy like get…

[text: Thor] I miss you.

[text: Thor] Forget Asgard. Forget all of it. Let’s just gosomewhere you and me. It doesn’t matter.

[text: Thor] I love you.

[text: Thor] Want to go to Paris for a couple of days?

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blood

She has almost become immune to the scent of blood. Sheknows it like an old friend or enemy. She knows its taste, its varying colorsfrom fresh and bright to dark and dried. Part of her hates it. Almost all therest is indifferent. But there’s a tiny part that likes it and more than oneshould. She has to swallow that part of her down sometimes, the predator inher. The animal. She has to cling to her humanity and remind herself of it.Though small that part of her is strong at times, the worst times. She hateshow it gets sticky and clings to skin and hair and clothes. She likes to watchhow it turns the water pink when she tries to wash it away. But it never trulygoes away, it’s the dark taste in the back of her throat and the scent ofbitter memories. It’s a part of her.

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your muse's first heartbresk symbol

💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak?: It was at the tender age of sixteen, the first time she officiallybecame a widow in the true sense of the word. Fighting in the Great War, in thetrenches with men covered in mud and blood and life growing, she believed inher belly. She experienced two heartbreaks in that nine months there in theforests of Slovakia. She lost her first love, her first husband and then weekslater their child, and discovered a sad truth about herself in the hardest ofways. 

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zzz

“He is your son.”Natasha had held her tongue long enough, but she could no longer. Thor hadbrought her to Asgard to do the whole meet the parents thing and all Odin thegreat goat could do was criticize everything he did and most of the timewithout saying a word, just by looks alone.

“This is none of youraffair Miss Romanoff.” Odin looked to her, arching a singular brow.

“Yes. It is. I lovehim. So it is my business. He is my business.” She affirmed and stood proudlynext to the man she loved. “Do you love him?”

There was hesitation.Odin appreciated the mortal woman’s boldness even as it grated him. “He is myson.”

“That isn’t what Iasked.” She challenged back, ignoring the feel of Thor’s large hand grippinghers, trying to pull her away. “Do. You. Love. Him?”

When no answer came,Natasha sighed and shook her head. “You are a fool.” She held that cruel smileshe could possess across her lips as she turned and wrapped her arms aroundThor, holding him close. “It’s okay. You have me. I will always love you.”Though she knew it wasn’t the same.

Slowly Natasha woke from the dream, blinking to clear hervision and stare at the sleeping form next to her. She reached out, finger tipsgently combing through his soft, blond almost white colored hair before shelaid back down and snuggled up against him, falling back asleep.  

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I love your muse, OCs are my jam

Thank you love, you flatter me! C: It’s always nice to hear something like that!