god of thunder

"Your ancestors called it magic...but you call it science. I come from a land where they are one and the same."

[felicia-hardlytrying]

“But what we got done would be much more fun.” she said stepping closer to him, looking up towards the large mass form of muscles  in front of her. “-Fine I’ll do more dull self defense stuff but if I do my job properly they won’t even  know I was there.”

[thunder-ous-blog]

Thor was tempted to take a step back, something about the way the word ‘fun’ rolled off her tongue compelling him, but caught himself.  How foolish he would have looked, the god of thunder shrinking from so small a creature.  Small and pretty, though.  Looking back down at her, a brow raised in a quick hop before a grin cracked surface.

“You sound quite certain of yourself.  There are to be no ‘if’s, understand...you will either do your job properly or perhaps we will have to settle for...fun...”

[alexanderosado-blog]

He felt pain sear through his elbow, funny bone connecting awkwardly, vibrating up the bone. Noting to himself the next time he sparred with a god to wear more protective gear– Or Armor. Noticing the incoming wide hook too late, he instinctively prepared for impact. The thick hand slammed into his ribs, Alex was unsure if the burly thunderer was holding back, but he was grateful for the kindness, or the stroke of luck. Holding his ground, it became a battle of strength. One he, unfortunately, would lose. Feeling his feet lose traction as they glided along the floor, Alex struggled to regain the proper footing.

Kind of like the blow Thor’s wise comment made.

“… A bit of–” he grunted, between futile pushing,“–both.”

[thunder-ous-blog]

“And you mean to make Thor of Asgard a mere messenger of your bad news?”

His tone was purposely booming, the question asked with well-faked outrage though truthfully the thunder god knew better than to think that was Alex’s intention.  Still, the young man was already letting his physical performance betray some sort of…something…happening internally.  It was impossible to pinpoint, but Thor wasn’t there as acting psychiatrist for SHIELD’s youths.  He was there to train them and any warrior worth their salt knew it was as much a matter of the mind as it was body.  So he pressed on, putting some nastiness into the smirk resulting from the sound of Alex’s sneakers still squeaking along the floor to try and strike again at whatever nerve lost him his footing in the first place.  Perhaps fear could encourage some truth, or at the very least force him to focus.

“/Curs/ sneak out back doors, boy.”

Thor released the arm he was previously holding in order to plant a hand square in the middle of Alex’s chest, making it a point to use just the one to give him a solid shove back with much more oomph than usual.

“Your instruction was to have at it again like you /mean/ it.  Heed this, and do not insult me with paltry efforts a second time.”

[felicia-hardlytrying]

“I’m sorry- I think I missed that can you show me again? specifically that flexing part perhaps shirtless? I mean a suggestion mostly.”

[thunder-ous-blog]

“...I’m afraid we’d get little accomplished, if I did.”

“As I’ve said.  Good form.”

[felicia-hardlytrying]

 “How many times must we do this same thing over and over It is dull and hardly a necessary part of my skill set.”

[thunder-ous-blog]

“Repetition is the heart of good form.”

“Good form should be part of everyone’s skill set.”

[alexanderosado-blog]

Swiping the sweat with the back of his wrapped hand, Alex shrugged solemnly. “S’okay. Most people didn’t. Trying to leave without making much of a fuss–!” Alex struck like lightning, throwing a quick jab past Thor’s head. Once it whiffed past the blonde locks, his hand sprung open, trying to grab the back of the god’s head and bringing a sharp elbow forward.

[thunder-ous-blog]

“Without a fuss, or j-”

He snapped his head to the side though not fast enough to avoid knuckles grazing his ear in the process, looking back to Alex after with brow already raised skeptically at the suddenness of his movements and the inability to discern if the young man meant to fight dirty.  Bringing his hand up to clamp around Alex’s grabbing arm, he held on while tucking his chin in just enough to avoid absorbing the brunt force of the elbow blow with his nose; his thick skull was less of a concern.  Swinging upward for Alex’s ribs albeit wildly, Thor tightened grip and started pushing forward.

“Without a fuss, or just to avoid having to say your goodbyes?”

[hawkatiebishop-blog1]

Squaring herself up against the mat, Kate nodded. Her thoughts were scattered and she wasn’t focused, that much was obvious and evident in the bruises blossoming on her body. 

“This time don’t hold back. I can’t do my best if you aren’t either.”

[thunder-ous-blog]

“A fair point, but do not assume my efforts insincere.”

There weren’t many youths that he knew of (himself included) who particularly cared for being treated as such and so he did his best to mute any concern in his expression as he examined the state of Kate.  You learned about a person on a different level when sparring and the blows he’d managed didn’t sit well with him on account of being unusually easy to land, considering his training partner.  He felt, anyway.  Still, prying had a tendency to rub people the wrong way.  Venting was a much more effective remedy, so without another word the Asgardian pushed off into a steady run, lowering head and angled shoulder tells that he had every intention of trying to spear tackle her.

[alexanderosado-blog]

Alex stared up at the unmoveable mountain of a man (or in this case, a god). Sweats living up to their name since the clothing was drenched in the stuff. He doubled over in an attempt to catch his breath.

“So this is how Flynn always felt…” he concluded under his breath. “Y’know–” a gulp of air while erecting his back, a slight crack at the overexertion. “I’m gonna miss these training sessions of ours, Thor.” he smiled, hands rising, ready for the next round.

[thunder-ous-blog]

Thor idly rolled his wrist while analyzing his own performance, before looking up from it at the sound of Alex’s voice.

“And just when you were starting to get good at this.”

He smirked while teasing lightly, fingers massaging his re-wrapped knuckles as he stood a respectable, patient distance away to let the young man recover.   Blues dropped from his face to his hands, grinning at the sight of him collecting himself, pushing himself to fight on.  Adjusting his stance with a step closer taken, the Odinson raised loose fists of his own.

“To what do I owe the displeasure of them ending?  I did not, as they say, get the memo on that one.”

[thunder-ous-blog]

“Have at it again.  Like you mean it this time, please.”

[echogalaeus]

@thunder-ous / starter

       “War’s over, big guy.”

SHIELD parties aren’t exactly parties unless you count celebrating tactical success over in Eastern Europe as something worth getting dolled up for. Echo Galaeus isn’t one for dresses and up-do’s but it’s something she can deliver when things feel GOOD again —- like going home in one piece. 

      “You can have a drink or twelve if you want.         Kinda deserve it after all the Sokovia shit.”

[thunder-ous-blog]

“I wouldn’t refer to it as a war.” There used to be a time where he’d have delivered the statement with a grin and enthusiastic chug of beer, gloating victory over yet another foe, but in the current it seems a lifetime ago and the warrior light in his eyes is dimmed by a tiring cocktail of concern and experience. Thor can’t help but let his mind drift to the question of ‘what’s next?’, almost to the point of not hearing her. The Odinson turns to Echo with an arm carefully outstretched (minding the narrow-ish shoulders of his suit) to pat hers warmly albeit chastely, a slight shake of his head meant to clear it of such pointless fretting. “Oh. Worry not, my friend. They’ve surely learned by now how best to stock their bars for my attendance. I’m forever humbled by such hospitality, thank you. One of those twelve you will surely drink with me, aye?”

[thunder-ous-blog]

Midgard.

[tarpgzackblogs-blog]

There’s no drastic climate change in Asgard? Lucky you, must mean there’s no Al Gore there, either.

[thunder-ous-blog]

My words do not even begin to adequately praise so balanced a realm as Asgard.  The climate is...not so rude as it is here.

Though I suppose it fair to admit perhaps I play a hand in the weather’s temperament, back home.

How has the sun been treating you, my young friend?  Hopefully you have not yet melted.

[thunder-ous-blog]

Midgard.

[tony-starkim]

That can happen. 

[thunder-ous-blog]

There should be more pools.

Why aren’t you building more pools, Anthony?

[innerwreck]

[thunder-ous-blog]

Midgard.

[americancapscicle-blog]

Are you planning on drinking the humidity from the air with your godlike powers? 

[thunder-ous-blog]

That would be a bit cruel.  I’m sure other people can use...air water...more than myself.

Rain is tastier, besides.

How are you, my friend?

[thunder-ous-blog]

Midgard.

Your realm gets humid without much warning, aye?

[hawkatiebishop-blog1]

Her jaw dropped as she watched a blonde shadow open the bottle with his teeth, and her expression quickly morphed into one of elation once he handed the bottle back to her. She bumped his fist and squealed, throwing her arms around him in a big hug.

“Oh em gee! Thor that was so cool!!” Kate pulled away and looked at him, her eyes a bit glazed and her smile a bit lazy.

“How did you not totally bust up your tooth??”

[thunder-ous-blog]

Even if it was mostly due to her intoxication, the thunder god was still as delighted by her reaction as she had been to his showing off.  Stooping to meet her for the hug, he took care not to squeeze too tightly though his displays of emotion were always honest and in earnest.

“Please, it is an old trick.”

He took care to examine he face quickly, judging as best he could just how much she had to drink and he was glad for the notion that the concern would be fleeting.  She seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit, and what wasn’t to enjoy, besides?

“My teeth are like metal.  I would take a bite out of Tony’s suit to prove it to you, would he not be sore with me for months to come.  How are the days treating you, my dear?”

[hawkatiebishop-blog1]

Kate put the bottle down on the ground and looked under the cooler. She patted her pockets in case she had stashed it away for future use. Looking around her, she scanned the ground near by for it, thinking maybe it had been kicked away or misplaced. Try as she might, Kate could not find the bottle opener and the only thing she really wanted was this beer. Having had a few already, she decided she could find other ways to open the bottle, which was how she found herself trying to angle it off the porch railing and hit the cap off the way she’d seen at parties before. “I can hit a fucking moving target from 300 yards in extreme conditions and I can’t get this damn cap off…” She was muttering to herself as she failed repeatedly to open the bottle.

[thunder-ous-blog]

There was a specific scar near his ribcage from a lesson he’d learned long before ever meeting Kate Bishop and that was to never assume any woman, in any situation, wanted help out of it.  It was so long ago as to be a fuzzy memory, a souvenir from youthful folly, but he was almost certain that had been the last bottle he’d ever opened for the Lady Sif.  So the Odinson stood his ground a bit of a ways off from the spectacle and watched the young woman fight her beer bottle longer than he actually preferred…but he didn’t want to be rude.  Not when so many people were drinking, anyway.  Plus, Midgardians were often clever in their inebriation.  However the urge finally won out and he made sure not to startle her by calling her name as he approached.

“Friend Kate! Allow me.”

His hand was gentle on the bottle as he eased it away from her, so he could hook the cap on his teeth and pop it off with a jerk of his wrist.  Offering it back with a smile, his face screwed up in a moment of concentration before he decided to offer her his fist for bumping.  That seemed an appropriate greeting.

“It is a matter of leverage, my friend.”

[coolshadowcatkittypryde]

“I promise not to make you go through such an ideal.” she said with a grin leaning over and grabbing another bottle and unscrewing it. “You know I think the thing that shows how out of this world you are is your willingness and enjoyment of trying to adapt to different ways of being and thinking. Јас сум надвор годеше.”

[thunder-ous-blog]

“I have spent a good many seasons being stubborn and unchanging.  Consider my willingness to learn an attempt to make up for that lost time.  But that must remain our secret, I do have a reputation of godliness to uphold here.”