#urorvili

[asglory]

@urorvili​     GETS A THING !

         BLOOD IS STILL ROARING in your ears, skin still flushed from exertion, you can feel it still, the blood boiling beneath your skin  ( there is nothing, has never been anything that gets you quite so charged as a fight ), and your muscles are still steeled. PREPARED FOR THE WORST.       it is done.     the war has ended. you have won.     why does it feel like you have lost so much?      it takes only a moment for you to remember your task. thor. find thor. it has been far too long since you’ve seen him and YOUR HEART ACHES with how much you miss him.                  glaive strapped to your back you set out on your quest.

                  and what a miraculous quest it is.

it isn’t long before you catch sight of him once more. you see him and you run. it does not matter that he is different, that the YEARS HAVE BEEN UNKIND to him. nothing matters but him. he is your home away from home, the most familiar thing on this realm besides brunnhilde  ( a legitimate member of the original valkyries, who asked you to ride with her, to fight by her side, you couldn’t turn her down — and you’d suddenly found yourself doing the one thing you’ve wanted to do since you FIRST HEARD THE LEGENDS ).  

you run to him and it does nothing to soothe the fire burning below your skin. rather, it fuels you, churns you on. you run and you dodge, and tuck, and weave — you’re careful as you move. careful not to hit anyone because already there is SO MUCH HURT, the air is ripe with it. with blood and death and pain and you will die yourself before you contribute to that. you run until you find him. you see him and you know he sees you, you see that spark of recognition, and you smile. god do you smile, you smile and YOU CRY AND YOU REJOICE, for you are alone no longer. you stand before him and you can do nothing but be still, revel in the comfort that accompanies his presence,  “ my friend — ”  you’re cut off by your own emotion, overcome,  “ — how i have MISSED YOU, ”

[valiantsword]

FROM: @urorvili​ RE:  “ healing is not linear , but it’s always moving forward . ” STATUS: accepting

          at first, all arthur can do is nurse the glass of whiskey held lightly in his hands.  blue eyes search out over the crowd, mostly out of habit.  part of it is to mull over what the other is saying.  the former king took an odd kind of pride out of being harder to read.  he needed to keep this wall up and around himself even if he never stopped long enough to figure out why.  pride, he supposed.  he fixed problems. his emotions weren’t supposed to be part of any equation because he was supposed to separate them from all aspects of his life.

                        but, sometimes they crept in through the cracks.

         “ kind of an opposing idea, don’t you think?  how do you move forward if not in a straight line? “  a smile masks the ghosts hovering near.  sometimes the best option was to be a smart ass.  deflect with laughter and sarcasm.  only, his heart isn’t in the smile.  “ whoever said ‘ time heals all wounds ‘ clearly didn’t live for over a thousand years. “  that grin was a little more genuine.  “ at least it gets easier.  mostly. “

[wartorne]

          ‘   what,  that vegemite doesn’t belong on pizza, or that your maker did a fantastic job modeling you after me?   ’

@urorvili​ said:     "i guess you feel quite strongly about this ." five o .     always accepting .

[masterstrange-closed]

𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐌. He had invited his visitor to help him demonstrate to the class --- and it didn’t take a genius to tell that Thor could wipe the floor with him physically. Standing back up, catching the amused looks on his students faces as his attempt of demonstrating the block didn’t quite go as planned.  “ Class adjourned, I need to put my spine back together.  ”   he announced, a dramatic flair in his words as he rubbed his back. His eyes turning back towards Thor with a humbled expression. “ Can’t say I didn’t try ? ”

@urorvili​ / 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

[crimsonscorpii]

@urorvili asked: “You don’t have to go through this by yourself.” from miscellaneous angst starters

      Those words are so soft, so simple and should have been a welcome sound to fall around Bucky’s ears. Out of all the things Thor could have said walking in on the carnage Bucky had created, it was definitely on the side of a positivity rather than any of the anger or disgust the assassin may have feared. He stands, awkwardly and somewhat lopsided, by the sink. His hair was falling loose from the bun he had attempted to play it into, his pyjama trousers were twisted and wonky around his waist and his torso streaked in blood.

      The crimson was stark against his skin, blood rolling down the plates of his arm, smeared across his chest like a a painting and soaking into his waistband. More stained the sink where he’d started his messy attempts at cleaning himself up, but there was little he could say to pretend like things were fine.

      A nightmare. Such a word felt so weak in comparrison to what it had been. Sometimes he can’t tell the difference between a dream and a memory, or the butchered horrors his mind would create in attempts to make sense of the pain he felt. People he called friends turning into the very horrors he ran from. People he loved finally seeing what he was really like and running the other way.

      Not Thor though. He stood there, filling the doorway with a presence that should have been formidable and yet Bucky only felt weak, ashamed at the mess. His flesh, where body met metal, had been torn deep by his own fingertips in a drastic attempt to escape--... to escape something he couldn’t remember. The terror had followed him into his waking, had fed the panic attack that had resulted in a single, warped desire; to seperate from the metal. He’d tried, failed, and eventually regained enough association to realise what he was doing.

      Bucky hadn’t accounted for Thor though, and his lips set in a firm line to try and control the trembling emotions still so raw under his skin.

            “It’s all I know how to do,” he manages after a beat, “I-I don’t know any other way.”

[astrapure-a]

@urorvili​ liked for a thing!

     “ - Soooooooo can you fly? Or is it more like. . .the momentum of mjolnir that simply sends you catapulted into the sky?”

[shieldworn]

@urorvili​ | confronting starters :      ❛ why didn’t you tell me sooner? ❜

The electric hum of the lights in the room are the only sound the God of Thunder gets for a long, long moment — because how does he even start to explain? There’s been so much complication in the last few weeks that he’s not even sure where to begin.

“ There’s some things that are my responsibility to deal with. ” And? He’s not sorry for it, though he can understand why there’d be protests. The fight had been big; it was all over the damn news. S.H.I.E.L.D. is in shambles. He’d almost died.

Still doesn’t regret it.

“ We’ve all got old ghosts. ” In this case? Almost literally. “ I would have, big guy. But this —— ” A complicated expression works across his features, and it’s heavy and burdened with a lot of thoughts, and few of them kind. “ This was just something I had to do myself. ”

[loptgangandi]

@urorvili​ :   come on. let’s get some fresh air.

such a fun age || accepting

The look Loki gives his brother is keen. And though that old contrariness rises into his throat in response to what sounds a lot like a demand, he presses it back. Not in the way he used to do when they were young and Loki feared his brother’s ire and violence --- these days, that fear has been replaced by concern in the way that grief has replaced his ambition. 

So instead of a sharp retort for his presumption, Thor receives an arched eyebrow and a mischievous little smirk.

             " I didn’t know you needed my help to open a window. Or are you bored already ? ”