thunderer.

indie thor. myth + marvel

[diem]

"I can tell you’re hot and bothered from all the way over here." ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

MEME.— @xstormclad

      “And whose fault is that?” Iðunn exclaimed with a huff, lashes falling to    half-mast, fanning across flushed freckled cheeks.    “There should be a   law to stop half-naked gods from gallivanting about the realms!”       She   stepped closer, dangerously close,        peeking up at him with a sly little   smile. “And from here?” she asked archly.      “Can you see how hot and   bothered I am still?”   It was his fault, truly;              if he meant for her to   concentrate, he would need to put a shirt on.

[xstormclad]

@diem

"I'm sure I have no idea what you mean," Thor replied innocently, though the growl in his voice and the calm smirk on his face were anything but innocent. His smile only increased with Iðunn's blush. "A law? What's to stop me from rewriting it?" He winked, then mimed writing a law: "no half-naked gods unless they're Thor and he's really, really enjoying his job of distracting the beautiful Lady Iðunn."

He met her step, closing the distance between them, practically pressing his body up against hers. He tilted his head, looking down at her imperiously yet playfully. "Hm. Well, I'm beginning to get some idea..." He rested a strong yet gentle hand on her waist, then wrapped the other arm to the small of her back, pulling her in smoothly, closer still. "I wouldn't mind performing a more thorough examination, though..." His heart was pounding; his smile was fixed; his lips almost brushed hers as he spoke. "Unless, of course, you truly have some problem with me being like this. I'd hate to make you... uncomfortable." He grinned, reaching up with one hand to stroke her hair back from her face.

It had been far, far too long since last he had held her, and now... he didn't plan to let her vanish again.

[ofcrimsonenchantresses-archive]

@xstormclad and I plotted a post endgame thread 

The battle had been a complete blur, Wanda was sure she wasn’t alone in believing that. The jarring experience of reappearing coupled with the sudden call to arms had left her with little time to adjust to her new reality. It was five years in the future, she had missed five years of her life. That thought alone had filled her with enough anger and bitterness to take on Thanos, enough courage to see the battle through. After all, there was someone she needed to live through to see again. 

After the fighting was done, there had been efforts to do a roll call, to get food and water for everyone and medical attention for those who needed it. Wanda looked around frantically, trying to locate her husband amongst the crowds of weary fighters. She’d seen him fighting during the battle but they had both been too distracted to call his attention. Wanda hadn’t come back from the dead to lose anyone now. 

Finally, she spotted him, helping lift some rubble off someone’s leg. Her feet did the work. Carrying her through the crowds as she called his name. “Thor!” She screamed to alert him to her presence five seconds before she threw herself at him. 

[xstormclad]

     The last five years had been more than difficult, more than painful. Every moment had been excruciating. When he was awake, Thor couldn’t escape the regrets that hounded him, no matter how much he drank or how fast he ran when he disappeared, for months on end, into the woods outside New Asgard. And when he slept, nothing but nightmares filled his mind as he watched his wife turn to dust again and again, every night, without fail. It got to the point that he avoided sleep, avoided people, and prowled the forests like a wild thing, trying to forget. 

     Perhaps in another life, one where he hadn’t found a wife, where he hadn’t lost a daughter before even meeting her, he would have been happier. He would have been able to eat and drink and grow fat in his misery. But in this life, he couldn’t. He had to keep moving, or else the memory of his wife, and the knowledge of the child he would never meet, weighed too heavily for Thor to bear.

     Then he got the chance to fix it all. A real chance. And before he knew it, he was swept up with the Avengers again, just like old times, but they were saving more than just one world. They were saving the universe. And to Thor, the universe was condensed down into one person: Wanda. When he saw the flare of her powers on the battlefield, his heart leapt, and he forced his way through a horde of Outriders just to catch a glimpse of the Scarlet Witch, glorious and fearsome as the dawn, as she pummeled Thanos with her rage and her will.

     And when all was said and done and the roar of battle had died, Thor was as eager to return to his wife as she was to return to him. He turned when he heard her voice, tossed aside the rubble he had been lifting, and barely had time to say her name before she was in his arms and he was clinging to her as if he would never let go.

     “Wanda... by the Norns, Wanda... I missed you. I missed you so much.”

[xstormclad]

Yo I know I haven’t been around much but I’ve just been slammed by life. I’m tryna get the writing game going professionally but I’m also gonna try to be around on here.

Also I just saw Capt. Marvel and was blown away. I am so ready for any Captain Marvel interactions or speculations or just lots of keyboard mashing at each other about how awesome she is.

And if you aren’t already, go follow my wonderful gf at her new Carol blog, @xcaptaiinmarvel. 

[xstormclad]

❝ you look tense,  let me rub your shoulders. ❞

     “You’ll have to find a stool to reach, but I can’t say I’d be opposed.” Thor grinned at his wife, then turned his back, revealing heavily-muscled shoulders and all the battle-scars that adorned them. “I have been tense of late, my love, but seeing your face relieves all burdens.”

[xagentcarter]

                           Compromise where you can. Where you can’t, don’t.                 Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right.                                Even if the whole world is telling you to move.                                         It is your duty to plant yourself like a tree,                                                look them in the eye, and say:

                                           𝑵𝑶. 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑴𝑶𝑽𝑬.

[archiveofolives]

[asgardavenged]

seaofolives‌:

WELL, if i’m wrong, then…what more could i lose?

[xstormclad]

❝ i brought you dinner. ❞

❭❭ ask meme from @xagentcarter​

     “Mm, you didn’t have to do that for me, love.” Thor leaned down to kiss Peggy, then took the bags of food for her. He smiled against her lips. “It does smell delicious, though. Thank you, Peggy.”

[xagentcarter]

@xstormclad​ 

𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒙𝒕𝒐𝒏, Oklahoma. Not the last place one miss Agent Carter expected to find a report of suspicious activity, but still, a surprising one. Even more so when she arrives in the town, finding it to be as unremarkable and unassuming as she’d expected. It’s quaint, calm, and if she were to be frank – boring. Perhaps, then, it was the perfect place for suspicious activity. If Peggy hadn’t been head of an organization specifically designed to keep an eye on suspicious activity in unassuming places, it likely would have gone overlooked. Peggy checked her watch: 7:00 AM. She hoped he was awake. Not that it would have stopped her, of course. She’d come all the way from New York to this man’s doorstep with the express intention of recruiting him for her infant SHIELD. In her briefcase was a dossier detailing all of the incredible things that coincidentally seemed to happen every time he was around, or even more miraculous things, like the sudden disappearance of a massive tornado just as it touched the edge of Broxton.  All she knew was that he was an amnesiac G.I. who had some interestingly perfect timing. It was Peggy’s smoking gun, and she needed to follow the lead. So she knocked on his door, three neat, staccato beats, and then announced herself with —              “Mr. Blake? Agent Carter here, with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. May I come in?”

[xstormclad]

     Thor, or Donnie Blake (according to the dog tags he still wore) had been slumped in an armchair, half-dozing, when he heard the knock on his door. He jerked upright, bloodshot eyes darting around. He had been dreaming of the war again, of forests and mud and blood and sin. For a moment he thought he had dreamed the sound, like a dull echo of the gunshots that couldn’t even pierce his skin. Then the knocks came again. 

     Thor sighed, rubbed his face, and hauled himself to his feet. His red flannel shirt hung open over a white tank top and faded blue jeans. It wasn’t exactly the armor and cape he had once worn, but it was comfortable, and he blended in well enough around here. If not for his size and his build, he could have passed for an ordinary American. He staggered over to the door, grabbing a fresh bottle of gin on the way, and peered through the peephole.

     “Shit,” he grunted. Somewhere far away, thunder rumbled in agreement. The woman on the other side looked professional, put-together, tough. Thor checked his watch. Seven AM. Too early for any normal person, and she was here with a briefcase and a fancy government title. Thor had anticipated this possibility, of course, but he had hoped he could skate by under the radar, that no one in Broxton would snitch on him. Maybe he shouldn’t have helped out in that bar fight two towns over... or with that overturned tractor in the town past that... or maybe that tornado was what gave him away... ah well. It couldn’t be helped. 

     Thor slid back three chains, three bolts, and three runic markers of protection, then opened the door. Agent Carter, whoever she was, seemed smaller now, compared to him, but so did everyone. She was pretty, too--more than pretty. In another life, Thor would have busted out the charm and the poetry. But he wasn’t really a god anymore. He was barely even a man. And besides, he had learned better than to let his guard down for a pretty face and nice hips. He’d gotten his ass handed to him more than once that way.

     “Hmph.” He grunted at last, took a swig from his bottle, then shrugged and turned away from the door, gesturing for Agent Carter to follow him. He made his way to the tiny kitchen table and sank into one of the only two chairs, the wood creaking under his massive frame. He indicated the seat across from him, and held out the already-half-empty bottle of gin. 

     “Drink?”

[xstormclad]

❝ come back to bed,  it’s barely sunrise. ❞

❭❭ ask meme from @sigrvif​

[ shirtless thor pic removed bc tumblr couldn’t handle it ]

   “Mm. Sunrise. I’m still not used to such a thing.” On Old Asgard, the light simply came, starless and everywhere, a basic property of the Asgardian plane. In ordinary space, on an ordinary planet orbiting an ordinary star, things were different. But that wasn’t such a bad thing. The sunrise was truly beautiful.

    AT last Thor turned away from the window and grinned at his wife. “You are insatiable, my love, and I would have it no other way.”

[xstormclad]

❝ you’re my whole world. ❞

❭❭ ask meme from @iincantatriix

     “And you are mine, beloved. The stars grow dim by comparison to you.” Thor smiled and touched his queen’s cheek, savoring that simple connection between two gods who had been kept apart for too long. “Never again will I forget. This I vow.”

[solitudeprompts]

❝ you look tense,  let me rub your shoulders. ❞ ❝ will you draw on my back? ❞ ❝ i love it when you sing to me ❞ ❝ i drew a bath for you,  let me make you some tea. ❞ ❝ do you want to just stay in bed today? ❞ ❝ come back to bed,  it’s barely sunrise. ❞ ❝ should i get out some candles? ❞ ❝ i picked up your favourite wine. ❞ ❝ will you play with my hair? ❞ ❝ i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. ❞ ❝ i think you look beautiful. ❞ ❝ i love you even when you have morning breath. ❞ ❝ i cooked dinner for you. ❞ ❝ i brought you dinner. ❞ ❝ can you just hold me for a while? ❞ ❝ i’m just gonna hold you for a while. ❞ ❝ sing me to sleep? ❞ ❝ i’m going to treat you like a  ( queen/king ). ❞ ❝ you’re my whole world. ❞ ❝ a foot rub would be nice. ❞ ❝ are you going to join me? ❞ ❝ may i have this dance? ❞ ❝ shut up and kiss me. ❞

[xstormclad]

sigrvif‌:

        Leaning into the touch, a large hand brushing through her dark hair, Sigyn’s shoulder began to relax. She took in a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then let it out. And with it, she felt herself calm even more. Thor was many things; a king, a warrior, a husband and father. He was war, and he was peace. And Sigyn knew the struggle inside him. The one that urged him to stop fighting, but also called him to battle. 

      ❝ I long for the day, my love. ❞ She offered quietly. Her own hand lifted to his cheek. No, she didn’t think a day like that would ever come. War and battle… it would always call to him. And, no matter how much she wanted to, Sigyn couldn’t stop him from answering. 

     “As do I, my queen.” Thor leaned his head against her hand, allowing himself to close his eyes for a moment and imagine, just imagine, what a universe without war would be like. It was a beautiful place, one where perhaps he could grow old with his beloved, with their children, in peace and comfort. But such a place was not for him. Not for the storm. He knew that, deep down. He knew that he would likely never belong there. 

     He could still dream. 

     “At least we have no, my love. We have this.” Thor bent, and put his arms about her, and kissed her soft and sweet. He breathed in her scent, her very presence, and sighed happily. “I am home.”

[xstormclad]

iincantatriix‌:

     “What a way with words you have, my beloved, king of my heart, and possessor of my soul. I’ve never known you to be poet or bard, but your words bring happiness, as does your trust, but far more so your return. I’ve missed the sight of you, the smell of you, the feel of you, the very sound of a brewing storm. I could do with a good tempest, but I am not the god of thunder.”

     “It’s a good thing your husband is the lord of all storms then, is it not?” Thor leaned down and kissed his wife, pulling her into his arms and pressing himself against her in a crush of heat and passion. Above them, the clouds darkened and echoed with thunder, louder and stronger with every passing moment: the brewing storm she had asked for. 

     With a crack, lightning split the sky, and the rain began to fall. The water was warm and gentle, but as Thor kissed his wife, the winds whipped around them, threatening to build into a true tempest. That was the effect she had on him, with every kiss, in every lifetime. And if she wanted a storm, or the universe itself?

     Her thunder god would deliver. 

     “I’ve missed you too, my love of ages.”

[xstormclad]

sigrvif‌:

       Her smile widened at the touch of his lips to her hands and forehead. As much as she helped him, he too, helped her. Everything he had shown her, and brought her, and taught her; it helped her grow into the woman she was meant to be. ❝ I would rather you not need to fight any battles, my love. Even if they are worth it. ❞

     “Aye, my soul grows weary from war, though a part of me has always loved it.” Thor stroked Sigyn’s hair back, giving her a smile and then looking past her contemplatively. He was a god of many things, and war ran in his veins, but so did peace, and comfort, and joy. How he longed to set the one aside for the others. 

     “Perhaps someday soon there shall be an end to war, and I can come home to rest by your side forever, and never again raise a hand against another. Perhaps.”

[xstormclad]

rando starter for @iincantatriix

     “Enchantress of my heart and soul, I feel as though I am bewitched, but I know the quickening of my heart comes only from your gaze, your touch, your love.”

[xstormclad]

sigrvif‌:

         She smiles, small, but soft and gentle. There has been too much. Too much war, too much suffering. He — her beloved — he has suffered more than he deserves. Sigyn takes his hands in hers, small fingers squeezing gently. ❝ I’m glad to help, any way I can. ❞

     “You help in so very many ways, my wife.” Thor squeezed Sigyn’s hand firmly in his, practically engulfing it. He raised her fingers to his lips and kissed them, then kissed Sigyn’s forehead. “You make the battles worth fighting.”

[xstormclad]

fucksanity‌:

❝–so you really haven’t heard of me, then?❞

     “Oh? So you’re saying you don’t want... this?” Thor reached into his jacket and pulled out an extremely large bottle of top-shelf bourbon, seemingly from nowhere. “Consider it... what’s the term... a down payment.”