#thundror

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        ❝ you’re going to get hurt. ❞ layla worries about all of her friends, it’s true, but when her friends are trouble magnets, even if they are gods, it’s magnified. gods can still die, right? they still feel pain? and she likes thor.  ❝ are you l---this isn’t funny! ❞

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        ❝ thunder? lightning’s the cool part. ❞ she doesn’t like either, if she’s honest --- not because she’s scared, or anything, but because the crashes make her want to dive behind cover, or something, the flashes of light like artillery strikes. she can deal with it fine, she’s only had one combat tour, but she’d rather not, thanks.

        better to avoid your limits and know what to steer clear of, right?

        she looks up at the guy --- why do gods have to be so fuckin’ tall? --- and shrugs, non-committal. she did. she proper did. any other godly thing just went straight out of her mind.

        ❝ yeah, god of hammers. that or weird outfits. you look like you’re going to a fancy dress party. ❞

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❛ you defeated it…alone? ❜

       “Can’t say I appreciate the tone of surprise.” She’s shoving her sonic away inside her coat as she replies. “Brains beat brawn every time, in my experience.” The Doctor walks past him at a brisk stride. “Wouldn’t call it defeated, though. Not yet. More like stunned and slinking off to regroup somewhere. Bought m’self some time, and time is everything.” 

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     she curls a fist and hits him in the bicep  ---  not too gently, but certainly not anywhere hard enough to leave even the slightest of bruises. it’s playful, all in good fun. her chin tips back, and the valkyrie laughs heartily from deep in her chest, a genuine sort of unreservedness that had taken some time and an awful lot of chipping away to get to.  ‘ take the compliment. i’m not saying it again. ’

[overprepared]

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Ah, well that doesn’t surprise her. Of course she had noticed his armour and the air of a warrior about him, but she had also noticed his kindness, the softness about him ( that wasn’t just his hair-- ) that put the people of a planet that wasn’t his own, first and foremost above everything. A protector of Earth, and Asgard, and all the realms in-between should they need it. 

❝ That’s me. ❞ 

She answered with a bright grin, giving a shrug of a shoulder. She is totally not still internally freaking out about all this.

❝ So... you really are the god of thunder? ❞

Keep calm, Doctor. No need to fangirl over him. 

She once visited Asgard, but it hadn’t been real. A planet-sized theme park based off of Asgard, but she had never truly seen the real thing before. Not until now, that was. And boy was she hella excited.

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        kassidy’s been in bad situations before. she’s had guns pointed at her, missiles chasing her ship, aliens threatening her in languages she doesn’t understand---but this is still pretty bad. bad enough that the display in her vision is warning her of her increasing heartrate. yeah, she knows, thanks.  ❝ gungnir. good name, better than just ‘spear’. norse? ❞ kass only knows that because the computer in her brain told her. where is norseland? no matter, she’ll take it. she just kinda wishes it had warned her about potential danger here before she ended up in it.

        if wishes were horses. not that she’s ever seen a real horse.

        she takes a step backwards, weighing up the monetary value of this item verses the value of her own life. she’s pretty sure she knows which way she’s leaning. she likes to keep on living, thanks. her next step takes her away from tall, threatening man with hammer and back towards where she took this gungnir from.  ❝ hammer’s an interesting choice of weapon. personally, i’d choose the sword. everyone uses blasters, where i’m from. there’s something...reliable about metal. ❞

[heroheart]

@thundror.

you know, in some ways they’re kind of alike. blonde, tall aliens with long red capes and muscles that can crush stone if they tried hard enough. and she’s not quite sure how she feels about that comparison. it’s a little disconcerting, when she looks at that big hunk of scandinavian brawn and sees something similar. huh. this is why you try not to overthink things.

            “you are not what i was expecting when i heard reports of a caped blonde picking up cars on the highway.”     then again, what she was expecting was impossible. (she’s used to identity theft, and she’ll blame max Iord for that. but this? absolutely not.)

                                “hi. kara danvers.”