#( thread : thor )

[expectiations]

Is it just me or does the phrase "dumb Darillium River" make your ears ring too?

That phrase hurts me like crazy because it takes away how the post-Manhattan events affected her so deeply. And now that we have the added knowledge that she gets to see her parents in New York even after Manhattan, THORS now presents itself in a different light.

River's resounding "the Doctor does not and has never loved me" cements the implication that she and the Doctor had a huge row after Manhattan. What would you feel if the love of your life told you he "does not and has never loved" you? Certainly not happy.

Do you know what grief does to one's mind? No matter how brilliant you are, grief changes you. Grief makes you a different person. I would know, having experienced it myself. And River, in her grief, jumped into a headspace that shut out (or tried hard to) the Doctor.

Yes, she should have recognized it was him she had unknowingly dragged along on her space Robin Hood quest, but for her, it isn't him. It wouldn't be. Because that was the last thing she had heard him say.

Grief and pain clouding her mind, she proudly asserts that no, the Doctor isn't there. He won't show up for her. He has never loved her. But of course, she loves him. She's never denied that. But he proves her wrong soon afterwards. Because she is the Woman The Doctor Loves.

So, yes, on the surface level, "dumb Darillium River" seems to be what THORS had made River to be. But no, it wasn't. It isn't. It was about a grieving River and a chance for the Doctor to right his wrong. (And yes, we were robbed of that kiss. Homie here quite clearly wanted one.)

originally posted over on twitter.

[delyth88]

I love how committed they are to the interconnectedness of the MCU, but I would prefer it if we all just pretended Thor Love and Thunder didn't exist.

[mischiefmodig]

Amity Celebrations \ / @magnusmodig

Why are the celebrations of this world so... asanine? In Asgard the festivities would be for tales of glories and battles. Stories that were passed down from generation to generation, and regarded in the highest esteme.

Perhaps in some ways these "traditions" were largely the same. And perhaps Loki was biased, but that did not change the fact Loki saw little to no interest in engaging with anything of this world ( lest another beast come after him and force him to do so. )

But something was softened in the Ice Prince's heart. Perhaps it was seeing sons with their mothers, brothers playing in fields... it reminded him of an older time. a simpler one. where war was only a story they celebrated and they could fight it all together. Maybe what he felt was jealousy, maybe it was anger that these lives were happier than his. Mischief had already lifted his heart, but... perhaps... just this once...

----

Loki had found himself in a secluded part of the field's. There were very few eyes that would be upon him as he strode his way among the freshly bloomed flowers. He saw the ones he was searching for. With a skilled and delicate finger, he took them from the ground and into his hands.

He had a sizable collection of flowers, which to any casual observer were nothing special. But to him, he knew them alone as his mothers favorite. He'd often spent hours collecting bouquets for her from the lush castle gardens. The light that shown on her face whenever she would recieve such a gift was something he always cherished. Her smile was the prettiest. He often wondered if she was ever truly happy.

Every stem weaved into the next. He lost count of the hours he spent on the field floor, while waltzing in his memories. Good memories. Happy moments with her... that was squandered. The wreath was only halfway done, by the time he became aware of approaching footsteps.

[mythrilthread]

I bound Shatter by @thedaisiestdaisy as it was typeset for me by @mthofferings during the annual Renegade Bindery Exchange.

❄️ I recently discovered long stitch binding, and felt like it would be a great fit for this project;

❄️ I embroidered the cover! For the first time! It was fun! Used the font from the half-title page as a base, and a nordic-inspired pattern;

❄️ Chose jotun color scheme for a Loki-centric fic because of course.

[cagcdlxve]

⋆˙⟡ CENDRILLON (@magnusmodig)

.・゜-: ✧ :- Deep in the woods of the Aether Reserve walks a great power of nature. Gaia's hand glides across the rough bark of the trees. Hundreds, if not thousands of years worth of history just at her fingertips. Her feet brushed through the tall grasses, the wild undergrowth flourishing with every step. The creatures rustled among the leaves, flew upon the air, and danced in the ground below.

But this... this was not Gaia's wood. This world's life force conflicted with her core. There was magic all around them, bringing life to all creatures that dwelled here. In that way, it was not so different from the home that she knew.

And yet Gaia's body rejected this magic. Her skin buzzing as though she were walking through bushes of thorns. These woods did not carry her soul. Concordia's magic did not belong here, and yet there she stood among the giant trees of this Arcanus Isle. She sought some solace in how she might restore her voice ( or rather, the one who spoke for her ).

Gaia did not know how long she had been here but knew that other beings dwelled here too; of other faraway worlds with magic of their very own. Hundreds of different voices had clouded her mind in the city. She thought she may have been alone here, but she felt one voice come forward to speak himself.

This being was a force to be reckoned with. With such a connection to the air itself, he existed in perpetual chaos. A glow flushed through her chest. ( Her speaker knew him ). Gaia did not understand the compulsion, but it was enough to stir curiosity in what approached.

" You have come far, traveler. " Gaia's called upon the stranger of bright red cloak and storm in his veins. " Speak of what brings thou here among the wilderness. " her voice echoed, calm but wary of who approached. Her gaze remained focused on the striking cloak and golden hair.

[greatmarvel]

int.   thor's room, avengers tower.   midday.

"   you need not avert your eyes, my friend. we are all colleagues here.   "           the god of thunder says with an earnest smile, closing the bathroom door behind him as he continued to dry himself of ... not even putting any sort of effort to cover his naked form. though, in his defense, he was never one to throw away his comfort and routine for the sake of others.

because this is the only luxury that he would allow himself to afford, and he aims to practice even in this new universe. he loved being naked, and he loved being free. unfortunately, they would just have to deal with that.

also, this is his room ... his private chambers. and he will do what he wants in it. running a hand over his hair, he then draped the towel on his shoulder to address them properly, even taking a few steps closer.    "   you must have a reason to come here. is there anything you might need of me ...?   "

this is open for everyone!

[winterbranded]

[ ✮ ] —— ❛  HAVE YOU TRIED SUSHI BEFORE ? ❜ a gloved hand reaches for the soy sauce -- pouring it upon rectangle moulded porcelain before placing it by the other. ❛  i recommend adding this and ginger -- but don't take the wasabi unless you want a real kick ... or to clear your sinuses. ❜ chopsticks point briefly to the green paste on the far end next to the white slices of ginger, a sip of sake being taken. // @worthystill liked the starter call !

[torxnn]

Look what I found on pinterest!

@asgardianhammer

[bxtonpxss]

@multiversestcries liked for a one liner!

"How much longer till we're there?"

[trickstersintime]

“I’m gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.”

"Yep, that'll get you into Valhalla."

Hands on hips with pursed lips, Loki observed his brother, eyebrows raised.

"So, shocking as it seems, who rejected Thor, Son of Odin?"

[mischiefmodig]

Amity Confrontation \ / @magnusmodig

Loki had tried to keep to the outskirts of the cities for the past few hours. He knew full well the extent of the trouble that he had caused, but it was not the police that he feared hid from in that moment. ( Irony, it seemed, was required with the string that connected the events. He wanted his attention and now shied from it. )

He was not foolish enough to believe he would remain hidden for long. Even in the palace, as they played their childhood games, the light always revealed what was hidden in the shadows. Loki's only hope then was that perhaps Thor might be worn out before he caught up.

This was a fool's hope.

Loki stood now on the cliffs that overlooked the Quill Pillar Shores. He had been traveling through the forest for several hours by now ( no sign of the conductor to be found ) his anger reduced to a meager flame.

Quietly, Loki watched the newly formed turmoil of grey clouds, listening for the peals of thunder that marked the presence of the storm. Wind tossed his hair, but he stood firm with his hands behind his back. There was no dagger within them.

There was no greeting needed; Loki knew as soon as the grand figure appeared.

❝ I do not want to hear your reprehensions, brother. ❞ Loki grumbled, keeping his back to the warden. ❝ Nor will I be forced into returning to that place. ❞

[magnusmodig]

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘 , 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 if not vessels bent on proving themselves the purest bane of one's existence ? thor had heard whispers of loki's whereabouts . that meaning : THAT THOR HAD HEARD WHISPERS OF LOKI AT ALL . and to hear whispers of the god of mischief was hardly ever the fates of the fortunate — EVER MORE AND MORE OFTEN , t'was instead that of the curst .

. . . how it grieved thor to CONCEDE THIS POINT .

thor had stirred and followed the rumours to the steps down the valley into fanalea . IT WAS THERE that the thunderer perched . hesitant . if the stories were true — and the swirling malcontent within thor warned : it could VERY WELL BE TRUE — then it BODED ILL for this place . loathe as thor was to admit it still : loki . . .

made for a truly malevolent enemy .

weariness dulled his senses . it was within its slow swirl that thor embarked to the meadow where the dances were to be held . only to find the remnants of a gathering , and questions raised in the air . their eyes raised to him , and so he turned his gaze to the one person he recognized well . badou was hardly easy to miss , with his flaming hair amidst the crowds .

thor drew nearer , raising palm in greeting . ❝ i do beg of you to consider : that perhaps it is not commotion that follows you , my friend , but you who follows it . ❞ he spoke lightly , lips curling in a terse smile . thor folded his arms over his chest and then nodded towards the aercon . DROPPING HIS VOICE , the bulk of his frame cast as a shield from prying eyes , thor swiftly dropped pretenses : ❝ i seek to know the nature of this one . speak . i should hear your take on it . ❞

@hypnoticallycaucasian

[wcrstarter]

𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 // @llosgcariad

If there was any advantage to the downpour, she looked too much a drowned cat from being caught in the rain for her veela heritage to prove a problem. Umbrella charms were useless in the field, where you needed to be ready to cast at a moments notice. She'd never learnt them before, she'd have to now. It still seemed a ridiculous use of magic to her.

She'd hoped to find an empty carriage so she could make herself presentable, and continue to work out a lesson plan for the classes she had agreed to teach. But here they were, her trunk shoved on the seat beside her and a stranger across from her. Not a student, that much she knew immediately. She casts a quick drying charm over herself, then pushes her hair out of her face to get a proper look at the other.

"Can't say that yours is familiar either. Advanced charms for NEWTs, but the headmistress hired me on to handle the DADA class. Talked me out of working in the field." The witch answered, sounding more tired than she had intended. She'd barely needed persuasion before she had agreed, too many young witches and wizards had been lost from not knowing what to expect in the adult magic world. "Yourself?"

[wormholxtreme]

@asgardianhammer said | it is good to once again be among friends.

Happy glanced up at the thunderer, his not so small size seemed to pal in comparison to the god. Iron Man was his friend, Tony was his friend. Happy wondered if he ever new the times he donned the suit when Tony couldn't.

"It's good to see you too big guy."

[greatmarvel]

int.    the white castle casino bar.    night.

"   please. do not think of this as me doubting your strength and constitution.           everybody here is extraordinary for a reason! i am merely stating facts.   "    thor says, as he mixes his drink with the dark liquid he carried here from asgard. blood mead, the drink of gods and heroes who occupy the halls of valhalla ... and the only drink that can get him drunk.

it's already a strong drink for him, so he could only imagine what it could do to a midgardian.    "   you will not be able to handle it. so, you enjoy your little mortal juice ... and leave the godly drinks to the gods.   "

open for everyone! @shieldreports.

[ofcelestialstories]

@signcfthetiimes || Thor & Jon Snow

.｡.:*☆ "Can I assume you're coming to training today?" Training was what Thor did most of the time, when he did not sleep, or eat, or work. And not only because he needed more control over the abilities he was possessing here. He was single, and there was not much else to do in this place besides visiting a bar now and then. At least, in his eyes.

"I mean, like, you have to come, you know? Because you are my favourite sparring partner and the others are all just lame and no fun...."