ɢᴏᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ

[dontfutzitup]

fastening the straps to her supply pack, kate pursed her lips as she looked out at the area called gough, which they were tasked with entering to take out the rogue beings. she can feel the heat before she’s even stepped foot inside. thank god for hip holes, she thinks to herself. her bow in hand, she turns on her heel to face one of the other people within the group.

“hey,” she began, forcing out a smile. “i’m kate. otherwise known as hawkeye.” she held out her free hand to shake. “i guess we should get this show on the road, right?” she hummed, pursing her lips as her gaze moved ahead. she pulled out an arrow – acid –, lining it up in her bow. ready to fire, though at the same time she wasn’t certain how effective her arrows would be against these creatures. 

taking a few steps into gough, she looked back at thor. “you coming?” she raised a brow, flashing him a grin.

@thursdaysgod

[thursdaysgod-blog]

thor had grabbed his supply pack though he had no intention of keeping it and had every intention of passing it along to whoever looked as if they wanted or needed it. when he felt someone approach him, he considered giving them the pack. and then she spoke and through her words, thor gave a small hum of curiosity and doubt.

“you are not hawkeye,” thor stated, looking down at the woman. “unless you are clint and somehow.... shifted, i would not be surprised, he has been touched by my brother’s magic.” he shifted the pack on his shoulders and started to walk at a lengthier pace, her words still making no sense to him. “kate isn’t even remotely close to clint, don’t be ridiculous.“ he laughed, shaking his head.

“i’m already walking, small-lady hawkeye, it is you who is slowing down,“ he called over his shoulder, only to get distracted by something in the distance and stopping. when she moved past him, he held out a hand to her. “you may be wise to hold your steps, something large is in the coming distance.“

[thursdaysgod-blog]

cfpolariis‌:

@thursdaysgod

the suddenly increased population of genosha proved that some adjustments would be needed to create comfortable living for the residents. more so, it offered a task for lorna to keep herself productive. an opportunity for peace and safety, a quiet life, the reason behind so many of her mistakes - felt obtainable on the island. there was no need to hide here, and yet it was so foreign that she didn’t know what to do with it. she’d once thrown herself into a war in the name of her family, for mutants everywhere – and now she didn’t know what to do without it.

they’d never even truly won, she realized. they were just hidden and trapped away from the people that hated them. the thought made her stomach sink, the notion somehow making her feel worse. her eyes narrowed, focusing on the task at hand with hands raised. she summoned the familiar magnetic mull on the metal around her. just on the edge of town laid various metal objects, from cars to dishwashers and vacuums. it was a stock pile of items that could either prove useful, or she could bend and shape into something new – furniture or new buildings, if needed.

lorna tossed the objects one direction or another, sorting through what they could use as is and what could be turned into something new. as she moved into a rhythm, lorna paid less attention to the object tossed – until she realized a tv satellite dish was hurdled towards someone. “oh – shit… shit. that’s on me.” cringing, lorna recognized the avenger. “at least you’re… durable? right?.”

thor wanted to meet with the family that owned this island - wanted to acquaint himself as one leader to another and find that if they should ever need it, a warrior (himself) was here to help them. of course, he wasn’t expecting to have their powers used against him without some warning first - nor was he expecting it to be a satellite dish.

bringing up stormbreaker, thor blocked the object and sent it flying to his left before hearing the words of erik lehnsherr’s daughter. “durable, yes - that’s a good word for me, i like it.” he grinned, making his way towards her as he whirled the axe around in his hand and then setting it into its holster at his side. “thor, odinson and king of new asgard - or was king, i’m not quite sure anymore as we appear to be stuck here.” he squinted and looked around before turning to face her with a brightened grin.

“you are...“ he pointed at her, tilting his head a bit. “daughter of erik, yes?“ he asked, wondering if the title worked or if he should just use first names from now on. “forgive me, after all the years i’ve spent visiting earth i still find it hard to understand your people’s customs - some of them, so ridiculous.“ he shook his head and shrugged. “i mean, what is the deal with halloween? is it a holiday to scare? why dress up as princesses? they are not scary. and candy? who rewards fear with candy?“

[notjustatrashpanda]

“What the fuck?” Rocket screeched.

One moment he’d been sleeping, the Milano on course back towards Earth, and the next moment –

He was here, and he was..

a fucking humie.

Standing, he promptly smashed his head against an overhanging beam and stumbled blindly around before he managed to find his balance. That was when he realised that he was also naked. And that, since he didn’t have fur… “Huh,” he said, checking out his anatomy, before shrugging. He still had all his gear, and a spare pair of Quill’s pants that he had been using as a bedsheet, so he pulled those on. “Hey!” he yelled out at the nearest person. “Any idea where the hell this is?”

[thursdaysgod-blog]

“you are in genosha, friend!“ thor called out, smiling at the man and pausing when he got a better look at him. thor had a keen sense of people and what little magic he held in his veins it was easy for him to sense a friend more than a foe.

still, he couldn’t quite put the face to a name and instead he walked closer, reaching over to place a hand on the man’s shoulder, gripping it tightly and leveling with him. “you seem familiar to me, have we met somewhere? it’s not asgard, that’s for certain - you look nothing like my people,” he chuckled, finding the notion that this man was an asgardian ridiculous.

“could it have been sakaar?” the trash planet would have been more suited - after all, the man was alien in origin, so he couldn’t have been a terran. “my name is thor, in case i never got to tell you my name - we should be friends, you look like a great warrior.” he smiled, clapping him on the back and then turning towards the city. “sakaar, it’s a nice planet - a bit stinky, but i think you’ll find yourself at home here. they’re quite similar.”

[thursdaysgod-blog]

ofskrullandkree‌:

Teddy wasn’t sure if it would be wise of him to bring Excelsior to battle in the fear of losing the weapon but lava monsters sounded like just the job for the magic sword he was still learning the potential of.

With the sword in one hand and green wings panned out, flapping as he made his way over to the meeting point, he noticed a familiar face calling out to him for assistance. He hovered just a bit lower to get a good look at who it was and smirked as he made out the God of Thunder send a jolt of electricity into the metal wall of the city. 

Teddy landed beside Thor with a small smile, wings retracting into his back. In his Hulkling form, he towered over the other slightly. “Thor. I’m a big fan. Literally and figuratively I guess.” He couldn’t help but blurt out. “Not that it matters.” He quickly added on. His inner geek was showing and maybe fanboying before a mission wasn’t ideal. “I can fly you over the wall if you let me take a picture with you?” He offered.

“that makes two of us,“ he flashed him a grin before sighing and looking back to the wall, reaching up and placing his palm against it - the electricity was fading, good. “this city is strange - and not like the wizard - it is metal, almost completely made of metal, but that is what the leader here does, is it not?” he asked, raising a brow and turning his gaze onto the lad.

he wondered for a moment if she knew that he could fly - he was a god, after all - god’s could do nearly anything they wished. including flying - but.... hm, yes, he had a moment of clarity and understanding that he probably would still hit the barrier as well. “i have tried to fly myself, no the barrier is still there.” he shook his head, politely rejecting the offer but ultimately still happy to give a picture.

“no, we must go through the wall.“ he decided, before facing the boy. “but i am very happy to take a photograph with you, several, actually - the more the merrier!“ he grinned, posing before pointing at the wall - “but first, this.“ jogging a distance away, thor held up a hand. “stand back, lad.“ he stated before whirling the axe as a crackle of electricity began to form, his eyes began to glow and... with a battle yell, thor began to charge at the wall.

smacking into it with a loud thud that seemed eerily similar to thunder, thor bounced off and landed on his back. quickly, he glanced up and grinned. “i have cracked it! Once more and we can get through!”

[thursdaysgod-blog]

fire and brimstone? that was nothing to thor - he figured that if he could withstand the flames of surtur’s realm than he would have no problem dealing with the so-called maddening creatures of gough.

readying stormbreaker, thor donned his armor and began to walk towards what he thought would be the entrance of the city, when he reached a wall he paused and turned to look around before finally spotting someone else who looked to be on their way to battle.

“hello!“ he called out, waving his axe in the air to gain attention. “tell me, which is the way to the fiery monsters of magma and might? i wish to fight them for the honor and glory of this city but i cannot--“ he paused and looked at the metallic wall, “-i cannot seem to get past these walls?“ thor tapped at the wall with stormbreaker, causing a spark of electricity to go off and to make the wall temporarily hot. “ah, oops, i wouldn’t touch the walls. or anything metal. really... not a good idea.“ he paused, “at least not for the time being.”

[thursdaysgod-blog]

drewsjxss‌:

jess blinks. hydra agents swim in her vision then disappear. illness swells in her gut. the strange man’s words slur together in her mind, but she thinks she gets the gist of what he’s saying. she shakes her head and forces herself not to shiver, not to focus too much on what was probably not real - but she can’t shake the fear that it all was. that this is the false reality, something cooked up in her mind in order to cope with her torture. “i’m fine. looks like i handled them. and if i didn’t… well, i’m not going out of my way to hunt them down again.” that’s if they did exist, anyways. jessica’s not too sure about that one.

“jessica,” she greets, then she just laughs. “if i’m not well now, give me five minutes. accelerated healing, or some other rubbish.” she explains. walking talking science experiment is how it sounds in her head, and it makes her scowl a little. “hey, woah - don’t, uh, don’t sniff too much.” she herself has the habit, her super-human nose picking up on things before she can even realise it. she didn’t need to have heard his name to know who he is: he smells of alien, and of the avengers she does already know. but jess, having just woken up, isn’t exactly in control of herself. and she has no idea if her pheromones are in overdrive. “oh, brunnhilde? yeah. worked with her a few times.”

thor gave the woman a smirk, admiring her strength and honor to not hunt down people like they were dogs. even if they were undeserving, horrible, insults to dogs, dogs. “well, you did well - though i wish i could see what you did to them.” he added, giving a nod. “lovely to meet you, jessica.”

thor gave her a small smile, “ah yes, i know all about that - accelerated healing is a nice factor to have, i’ve seen it work on steve,” he nodded, sighing and moving to lean against the wall, ensuring that she had her space and that she was alright. he laughed a little, throwing his hands up in defense, “consider my nose completely blocked,” he grinned.

blinking, thor was surprised to hear her address valkyrie by her real name. “have you? she’s brave and a wonderful warrior, i would have loved to see the two of you fighting alongside each other.”

[thursdaysgod-blog]

dxmiurgekaplan‌:

Billy had managed to calm himself from a panic to being highly concerned and confused. He had figured out that he was currently on an Island called Genosha and that he was indeed on Earth. However, things were weird. He had seen people who he knew had known him yet they seemed to not recognise him at all, and so many of them seemed younger. He was now sitting under a tree in a park, trying to figure out his next plan of action. He needed to find Teddy, if Teddy had even ended up here with him. He also needed to find or contact someone who would recognise him. It was as if he had been wiped from everyone’s memories or as if he hadn’t even been born. Had he changed reality in his attempt to save his and Teddy’s life? Had he accidentally made it so that they were never born. 

His head was in his hands as he tried to think but approaching footsteps distracted him. “Unless you can help me figure things out, I’m not in the mood to talk.” 

thor took to living outside the norm and enjoying the outdoors of the island nation. he missed the asgardians, he missed his family, his brother, and he missed the freedom to travel from planet to planet. being stuck in a small bubble of a place and with limited flying made him feel like a gigantic fish in a tiny pond.

so when he sensed a unique form of magic emanating off of a small individual, he walked over to him, his head tilted in curiosity as he eased into a small smile. “i’m not sure what it is that you need help figuring out, as i cannot read minds - that would be more of my brother’s proficiency....” thor paused and furrowed his brows, “maybe, i don’t know, loki has so many tricks, i couldn’t tell you if he could or not.”

he shook his head and shrugged, moving to settle in next to the kid, “but i am in the mood to talk, so you don’t have to talk, but you can listen; tell me, have you heard of asgard?”

[itsnanotech]

Genosha. 

Tony had been to many places - visited every continent on the planet and even gone to space, but he’d never set foot in a city of metal before.

And he had to say - he really quite liked it. Erik’s city was cleaner than New York, and the towering skyscrapers lent a distinctly high tech feel to it, even if it sometimes almost felt like something out of an evil dictator’s scrapbook. But so far, Erik had been kind to them. Really, the only person he’d actually threatened to yeet off the island was him.

Tony really didn’t understand why Erik disliked him. It probably had something to do with being Iron Man and not having a lot of iron on him.

Either way, he found himself enjoying a relaxing stroll by the water, killing time while waiting for Stephen to finish whatever complex ritual he was working on. Bored, he opted to strike up conversation with the nearest passerby. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” he said, gesturing at the sunset. “Quiet, peaceful. Easy to forget that we’re trapped in a reality bubble that could collapse at any time. But then again, you could get hit by a car crossing the road, so I suppose we live dangerously all the time.” He smiled. “How’re you finding Genosha?”

[thursdaysgod-blog]

thor wasn’t sure what to make of genosha. it was.... a city, sure - not as grand as asgard, but nothing of earth could be in comparison to asgard. sighing, the god moved off to explore, finding that all the metal could be well-used with his electrokinesis if need-be. though, given the master of the island’s own abilities, the god of thunder seemed a bit... on edge.

but apparently he was not the only avenger to be on the edge.

spotting tony stark near the lake, thor flew to him and silently landed behind him, listening intently to his friend and then giving a small smile and nod. “it is small,” he related, moving to stand beside him and look him over. “it’s good to see you again, stark. far too long since we last met, are you well?” raising a brow, he eyed him warily, sensing a difference within the mortal.

[cfdiggorys]

nightmares are a thing jessica drew knows intimately. she’s had them thrust upon her far too many times: a child losing her parents, being subject to experiments, being tortured, brainwashed, weaponized; learning to love and care again only to realize that all along, she was poison in their midst, a sleeper agent only seconds away from activation at any given moment.

suffice it to say that there was a reason whisky became her best friend at the tender age of eighteen.

but returning to those nightmares, sober, now… well, the wounds only cut deeper the third time around. her fear only heightens. her self-hatred only grows. the moment she wakes from the dreams, all she can think is that god, she needs a drink. her eyes open against her will, and her jaw is clenched in a mixture of pain and terror. she feels weak - not only in her mind, but her body, too. it’s been a long time since she has felt that way. jessica squints around at an alley she doesn’t recognise, fingers trembling. “wha-” she begins, then blinks. “i don’t - what the bloody hell?” her head feels like it might explode - a concussion, she assumes, from a brawl she doesn’t remember. “oh, if i didn’t beat the shit out of the other guys, i’m gonna be well pissed.”

[thursdaysgod-blog]

thor was sick of the dream realm by now, unhappy with the explosion of the plethora of various haunts and regrets of his life. tired of seeing loki and then realizing that in reality his dear brother was once again truly dead. it broke his heart and it made him angry. grief and pain had become old friends to him by now, but it did not mean that he needed to like them.

when he found himself walking through the street of yet another dreamscape, the god of thunder paused when he heard a woman down one of the alleys. turning sharply, he approached with caution, raising a brow and wondering if she was well. “i do not know of such men you speak of, but if you need assistance i can aid you,” he offered, reaching out to help steady her but not daring to touch until he was given permission.

“i am thor,“ he stated, offering his name up before she could ask. “are you well? you seem to have hit your head and...“ he sniffed and gave her a small smile, “you smell of a certain valkyrie friend of mine.“

[servantofmischief-princeofchaos]

How the Madness Shatters | Loki and Thor

[thursdaysgod-blog]

servantofmischief-princeofchaos‌:

At first Loki recoiled, his body far too haggard. He landed hard on his back, and the crater seemed to fade in and out for a moment before stabilizing. His own exhausted mind could barely register his surroundings. Still, he struggled to breathe through the lingering pain. “Do you care?” He asked coldly. “Or did Odin send you to watch?” As Thanos had said. Just as he had said.

The glare he fixed his brother with was enough to bring frost to the ground. That… what? And yet, the air did suddenly turn bitter cold. Cold enough to steal his feeble breath from his lungs. Jotunheim. Jotunheim where Loki’s skin turned bitter blue, though the control in his gaze remained. “The monster left Asgard,” he responded, forcing himself to his feet and staggering as he tried desperately to keep his balance. A laugh as cold as the ice around them left Loki’s throat as his legs and hands continued to shake. “The usurper, isn’t it? The ill-favoured, isn’t it? Did Odin send you to make sure I wouldn’t come back? Thanos will make sure of it.”

thor knew his brother or so he thought. loki was always one to go left when one thought he’d go right. but being the god of trickery, thor thought that he’d understand by now that loki was unpredictable. which was why, even when he shouldn’t have predicted this, he was shocked when loki flinched away from him. inhaling sharply, thor took another step closer, clenching his jaw and dropping his arms uselessly by his side.

“father did not send me, no--“ he started, frowning and fixing his gaze towards the ground. “loki, do you truly not know what has happened?“ he asked, finally gaining the resolve within himself to speak up about the failure that he had given and done towards himself, his family, and asgard. “i was banished--“ but he paused, glancing up and meeting his brother’s steely resolve and realizing that they were suddenly back on jotunheim. 

“brother, listen to me, you are not a monster - you are loved, you’re my family. mother loves you, as does father.“ he knew the moment that he’d said it that he shouldn’t have, and almost immediately he began to back track. “no, i’m sorry, loki-forgive me. but the rest of it? the parts about mother and i? absolutely true.“ he clenched his hands into fists at the mention of the mad-titan. “and what does thanos have to do with this?“

[servantofmischief-princeofchaos]

How the Madness Shatters | Loki and Thor

[thursdaysgod-blog]

servantofmischief-princeofchaos‌:

@thursdaysgod

His limbs shook now, sweat beading on the ridge of his brow. If he glanced down at his hands, Loki knew they would be next to paper white. This wasn’t what he had bargained for. It wasn’t why he had finally given up the mantle of his sorry existence by letting his fingers slip from the edge of the Bifrost. His last vision, he had thought, would be Thor’s wide eyes getting smaller and smaller until they disappeared into the blackness of deep space, leaving Loki to freeze there.

“I doubt he even spared a thought for you after it happened,” came a familiar voice. Loki’s chest constricted, bracing for the pain that soon shot through his temple as a blinding purple light had him choking. It was worse now. He had endured this before, but his mind couldn’t stop shooting to Thor, to the way his own green eyes had filled with tears at the sight of that pain that he knew so well flowing through his brother. The only brother he had ever known. The only brother he had competed with, had envied, and had cared for immeasurably. 

The Mind Stone didn’t work as well on the strong willed, Thanos had told him. Loki had possessed a remarkable mental acuity, he had also been told. But, as with all who dared to oppose the Mad Titan, Loki had fallen. Falling forward after being released from that searing pain, tears cut through the grime on Loki’s face and the taste of blood in his mouth reminded him how hard he had bitten down. It was all too real. And yet… how could he truly be alive? How?

Through the steam on the desolate rock, Loki squinted, catching sight of a figure before he managed to respond to Thanos, “As much as… I’d like to believe you,” Loki bit out, “you don’t know Thor well if you think… that’s the case.”

“Do you think that, if Odin willed it, Thor would step in for you? Or would he watch me destroy you? You the unfavoured. The unloved.”

When the pain returned, Loki cried out. But it was wrong. Different. Through the purple light, for a moment he thought he could see Thor. Standing and watching? 

When his green eyes went the same blue as the Mind Stone’s glow, Thanos had him. Again, would his consciousness fade away and be replaced with lies that even the father of untruth couldn’t see past?

Loki didn’t often let himself weep anymore. But when Thanos’ voice filled his mind, he was sure he could see Thor. Even as his lips repeated Thanos purporting of Loki’s unworthiness, his lack of belonging, his status as nothing more than a scourge–a speck of dust in the wind, Loki thought he could see his brother standing there. And even when Thanos inexplicably disappeared, that blue of his eyes remained. That lingering of the Mind Stone’s control. Still, it was so… different.

every moment that thor thought that he’d find a reprieve from his living shame, he soon would find a new layer added to it. he had hurt his father, not physically of course, but emotionally - mentally - all of the ones that mattered longer and hurt the more time had taken its toll. hanging his head, he couldn’t bear to look up and see what faces would be staring back; the disappointed and confused stares of a stranger seemed far worse to him than that of a familiar.

but there was a voice, one that came familiar to him - but not a welcome one. bringing his head up, he spotted two figures in the distance, it was odd -- thor could have sworn he was on a street in new mexico, and now? now he was.... he wasn’t sure where. something guided him on, an instinct that told him that whoever - no, that was loki - loki? alive? yes, alive... was in danger.

he heard his own name come from the titan’s mouth and a darkened sort of rage began to fuel through him. quickening his pace, the god started to run at the two figures, letting out a battle hardened yell as he charged, only to stop short when thanos simply disappeared. turning in a circle, he looked around him, his brow raised high before he stopped to peer into the face of his young brother. “loki?” he asked, cautiously taking a step forward, lifting his hand to reach out towards his brother. “wha-- what is wrong? your eyes... they seem... not yours, brother, what has happened? where are we?”

[thursdaysgod-blog]

xknowmyvalue‌:

Peggy turned to look at the man staring at her through the window. It wasn’t polite to address a lady so rudely in public – part of Peggy very aggressively didn’t care, and could sense the panic coming off the man in waves, but those instincts were buried deep within her. The window become a door, and she pushed it open slowly, heels clicking against the concrete as she stepped outside.

Steve Rogers. Something long and forgotten blazed to life in Peggy’s chest for the briefest of seconds, but the recognition was gone, plastered over with pictures of a man in a silly outfit, dancing around the television screen. “Everybody knows Captain America,” she said, adjusting her grip on the shopping basket. In stark contrast to the sudden thundering fear and rage at the pit of her stomach, her eyes went wide and her voice got almost– breathy. Dull. “Are you in trouble?”

Peggy blinked once, twice, three times, and felt a spark of recognition somewhere in the back of her mind. “I know you,” she intoned in a hollow voice. “Thor, God of thunder. That’s a silly name.”

there was a subtle sort of recognition in her gaze when he mentioned steve. good. this meant to him that he wasn’t too early in the time line and that she had met and known and loved steve. except... “did you truly tell me that everyone knows captain america?” thor raised a brow, tilting his head a little to look at her through a squinted gaze.

“i’ve seemed to have been cast out by my father once more, i cannot return home and i was hoping to find my friend and ask for assistance.“ he stated, stepping back from peggy and finding that even though he didn’t directly know her, that her behavior seemed....off. this wasn’t the peggy carter that steve had boasted stories about to him. “i believe i could ask of you the very same.”

alarmed, but doing his best to keep his expression neutral and to not let on that he was suspicious, thor shifted his weight and stepped closer to her, leaning down to whisper. “i am thor, yes - it is my name, but i am no longer the god of anything.” he sighed, looking up and noticing that faces seemed to be blurry in comparison to theirs. “take a look around, peggy carter, things are not right.”

[thursdaysgod-blog]

@xknowmyvalue

thor understood entirely too well that when he had reached for his axe it didn’t budge from the perch it had been placed upon. he knew exactly what it meant and knew that finally, after all these years of doubt and worry, that he had been proven to not be worthy. closing his eyes, he exhaled slowly and bowed his head, accepting the all-father’s wishes and turning to look at the planet he’d been banished to; earth.

this, however, was unlike the last time - this time he was placed in the era of his fellow teammate steve roger’s. furrowing his brows, the norse god made his way on foot to the city,. he was lost, penniless, and had only hoped that he’d be greeted with a familiar and kind face to at least show him where he could go, where he could apply for a job - anything.

he was no longer thor, god of thunder, king of new asgard, but he was thor, or as his alias once was, donald blake. bringing his gaze up, he spotted a woman doing some shopping in a nearby department store, recognizing her face, he rushed towards it, knocking on the front window - “peggy carter,” he whispered, recognizing her for the woman that steve had once loved greatly. entering the store, he followed her before attempting to gain her attention. “peggy? yes? have you seen steve rogers? it is urgent, i need him.”

[thursdaysgod-blog]

colormekarolina‌:

Karolina didn’t really have business there – she wasn’t an avenger and she only knew a small handful of them from their time in the soul stone. Her powers weren’t incredibly constructive toward rescue missions, but she felt it was necessary for her to be there all the same. If there was anything at all that she could do, she’d do it, even if it was lighting up an area or just working as a human/alien space heater. 

Her hand reached out toward the rubble, multicolored shimmering light covered over the surface of her skin and a bright light emitted outward like a flashlight. The least she could do was search through the rubble of anything useful – or the remains of those lost to receive proper burials. Karolina preferred not to let her mind dwell there. She didn’t realize the other nearby until she heard his voice and her head immediately picked up, her light concealing itself inside her again. 

“I wish I knew.” She admitted. “I’m just trying to help, I guess. Humans… they’re so angry. I’ve never really seen anything like it.” Blue eyes glanced him over with a small nod. “You’re Thor, right? I’m Karolina.”

thor could tell instantly that this girl -- whoever she may be -- was not human. he, of course, had nothing against non-humans, him being one himself, but he knew to be wary, to be cautious. still, she seemed to pose no threat and that caused the ancient god to relax a little bit. nodding sagely, he glanced around the wreckage once more before turning to fully face her.

“humans tend to not understand their own kind, i would not hold their anger against others personally,“ he stated, offering her a small smile. “that is to say, they are a scared race, a hungry one too, always searching and always hoping to find someplace safe and welcoming.“ he loved humanity, but he wasn’t unaware of its flaws.

“yes, i am thor-“ he replied, stepping towards her and offering his hand, “it is nice to meet you, karolina.“ glancing around once more, a saddened smile appeared on his lips, “though the circumstances of our meeting could have been better, i am... glad you are offering your help, i’ve come to lend my own.“ he tilted his head and squinted, “what is that glowing light you did? is it your power?“

[wandofwatoomb]

Well, wasn’t this a mess.

Wong stood by the wreckage of what had once been the Avengers Compound, and shook his head slowly. Whoever had done this had done a thorough job - the Compound was huge, and the blast (or multiple blasts?) had ripped through almost all of it. They hadn’t just been aiming to take out people inside, they had aimed to tear apart the entire place. 

Definitely trying to make a statement.

Things here were clearly going from bad to worse. And while this wasn’t a mystical threat, it was definitely fast becoming a threat to the entire planet, one that he couldn’t very well ignore. And given that the Avengers were involved, and given Stephen’s involvement with a specific Avenger – suffice to say that there was no way Kamar-Taj was staying out of this entire conflict. 

Concentrating, he wove a spell to start shifting through the rubble in search of life, when he thought he heard movement. “Is someone there?” he called out, summoning another spell to try and clear some of the dust that had been kicked up. “If you’re trapped under the rubble – don’t move. But keep talking.” 

[thursdaysgod-blog]

thor was on the other side of the demolished compound when he felt the distinct disturbance of magic in the atmosphere. raising his brow, he gripped his axe (technically and currently an umbrella) tighter before moving through the debris to find the source. 

admittedly, he thought it could have been loki -- especially after hearing that his brother was very much alive and lurking about. something that he’d have to talk to him about with both a sense of disappointment and relief. disappointment for the very fact that loki remained locked away from him, hidden.

but when he moved around he noticed that it was not his dear brother, but someone else entirely. “no, i am not within the rubble, but if there is someone trapped inside then i can aid you.” he stated, setting the umbrella aside but close to himself as he moved to help the robed man.

“your magic, i sense it.“ he started, eyeing the sorcerer, “similar to the magic i’ve sensed from another sorcerer.“ he decided, nodding thoughtfully as he moved to pick up large and heavy debris. “i am thor, by the way.“

[ragesereniity]

“when i formed the x-men, it was in the face of… derision and hatred.”

charles was in genosha, with what remained of those who were on their side. x-men. mutants. avengers. humans. everyone mistreated, everyone who fought for them. they were looking to him, now, waiting for him to speak the way he was known to do. it took him longer than normal. there was a great weight on his chest, and when he first opened his mouth, he closed it, unsure of himself. but they still looked at him. to him. he pushed on.

“they were sworn, out with the intent of killing each other. they put aside their differences in their shared disgust and fear of us. i said then that there was a way to peace, and peace cannot be won through violence.”

charles paused, pressing his lips together. there were some who wouldn’t like this.

“i believe that still.

“the ache for revenge is tempting, i know. i know because i feel it, too. but we can’t become the people they think we are. we are mutants, and proudly so. but we are also people. we aren’t monsters. we never have been.”

charles nodded, reassuring them but reassuring himself at the same time. reassuring himself that his methods were clear, that they were effective. that it wasn’t because of his belief in peace between humans and non-humans.

“we can’t be what they make us.

“right now, more than anything, we need each other. to help each other. to heal. there are mutants and other powered people out there who are still in danger. we can’t abandon and forget them in our rage.”

he sighed and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. he needed cerebro. if he could’ve made his way into cerebro, he could’ve located the ones lost and in need. guilt continued to weigh on him, but he lifted his head and opened his eyes.

“we can’t lose hope. we are hope. hold onto it. hold on to each other. we won’t let this be how our story ends.”

[thursdaysgod-blog]

thor had arrived on the tiny island nation known as genosha -- he’d gone in disguise, a blanket wrapped around him to hide his face - he wanted to be unseen, unknown, but most of all, he wanted to listen. he’d heard about the mutant people and their plight and he wanted to help, to aid them, and he figured that starting with their leader, this charles xavier, would be the best place to begin.

when charles had finished his speech, thor moved to the front of the crowd, looking around at the solemn faces, understanding their fears and sadness, but recognizing that they needed someone within the crowd to initiate a response. pumping a fist into the air, thor let out a cheer and pulled his blanket down to rest around his shoulders as he moved to stand before the mutant leader.

“i have heard of you, charles xavier, i am thor, king of new asgard and god of thunder and i am here to offer you my assistance.“ he stated, assessing the man before him before offering his hand. “your words are strong, favorable, and noteworthy, your people are lucky they have you to lead them.“

he offered a kind smile, kneeling down so that his towering frame wouldn’t intimidate the smaller man. “we cannot lose hope, i like that - something i had to learn the hard way for my own people, sadly we too have lost our home.” a melancholic look came over his features as he glanced away, his duel colored eyes searching their surroundings before landing upon the other man.

“i may be an avenger, but i am also a leader, and if there is one thing that i understand more than most of these people is that this is taking a lot more out of you than you are showing them,“ gently he raised his hand and placed it over charles’, “i will help you, friend.“

[thursdaysgod-blog]

the gravity of the situation was heavy, but nonesuch that thor hadn’t experienced before. he understood tragedy, practically went through a lifetime’s worth in only a few short years, and yet still - with the broken world he’d come to love being even more fractured by the humans that lived upon it, his heart proverbially broke in two.

the compound, home of the avengers was destroyed - the mutant school, that thor admittedly did not know well enough, had been destroyed. if he had not been way, had not been out searching among the stars for his people, then maybe, maybe he would have been able to prevent the heavy loss that his friends and fellow unique people had endured.

but he was now king of new asgard, a title he had accepted after so long of running from it -- and he had a duty. though, that did not mean he could not assist in times of need. portalling to the remains of the compound, he used the limited knowledge of illusion magic he had to turn his axe into an umbrella as he began to poke through the rubble.

sensing someone near him, he stood to his full height and turned to look over his shoulder, “how many lives lost? who has done this? can we prevent more attacks?”