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CHRIS HEMSWORTH & TOM HIDDLESTON as Thor and Loki in Thor (2011)

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A very slow exhale escaped from Loki's nose. There was no disguising the fact that his addled state was absolutely because of Thor, the Son of Odin. They had not spoken since their fight, nor was Loki particularly inclined to be in his presence.

And yet, there was nothing that Loki craved so dearly as his company right then and there. The turmoil tossed and turned in his stomach, bringing about an illness only made worse in the sun that bore above his head. He was far too ashamed indignant to give in to these childish whims.

His lips curved up softly upon Luna's expression. Despite her maturity, in many important ways, she was still a child. This was something Loki wished to protect in her; she did not deserve to carry the burdens of ancient beings who were too quick to anger.

❝ I cannot thank you enough for your kindness, young Luna. ❞ Loki's smile faltered, looking towards the sky above them. The clouds overtook the sun, leaving a shadow across the world; a light reprieve from the constant scorching flames.

❝ I do not wish to burden you with our quarrels... ❞ He started calmly, shaking his head. ❝ It is very often that we do not see circumstances in the same way. I have made... many mistakes in our shared history, but I still cannot seem to make him understand the reality of things. ❞ Anger flickered across Loki's brow. The small flame loosened his tongue.

"Is it because of Mister Thor?" She doesn't mean to pry, but curiosity always gets the best of her. How did it go? Did Thor ever find out about his brother? Thor never talked about it, and Loki never came to her to tell her that he had found out.

"If you just need a listening ear, I am really good at that. I can listen. Maybe it...will help you feel a little bit better to have let it out." Either way, she was here if he wanted to just sit and not talk about it. He knew that, of course.

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Loki should have yanked his arm away from the foolish girl, but he sensed a different intention behind her eyes. Indeed, he could hear the children looking for whoever had so thoroughly taught them their lesson of the day.

He was caught then between being discovered and following the whims of the girl. Indignantly, Loki allowed himself to be led away, falling into his role of the companion. He took the mantle in stride; a prince was still raised a prince despite the false title.

❝ As it is supposed to be. ❞ He clicked his tongue, raising an eyebrow toward her. ❝ The purpose of an illusion is to make you believe the object or creature is there. ❞ He held out his hand to her. With a quick flick of his wrist, swirling green and gold light formed a bright red apple in the palm of his hand.

❝ Of course, it takes far more than light to make an illusion truly real. ❞ He tossed the apple into the air, creating its weight from memory. When it landed, he created the familiar smack that comes from an apple hitting the skin. The object rolled and moved in his hand as one would expect an apple to move, and even carried upon its skin flaws of a bruise and a few cuts.

❝ Theatrics are just as important as the image. ❞ He held the apple for her to take. ❝ So, if by "fairy-tale" you mean it does not exist, you are correct. But even those stories leave an impact; that part is very real. ❞

         hmphf  .  well  !  glinda  didn't  know  very  well  all  of  this  business  about  particles  and  light  .  but  she  did  know  that  he  certainly  made  it  all  look  trivial  .  downright  EFFORTLESS  ,  is  what  he  made  it  look  like  !  all  the  meanwhile  ,  where  for  even  all  of  elphaba's  lack  of  control  ,  GLINDA  could  hardly  manage  to  make  a  single  spark  SPARKLIER  .  much  less  turn  a  FROAT  into  a  magnificent  ballgown  .  .  .  . 

           madame  morrible  had  made  no  shortage  of  commentary  on  glinda's  own  absolute  failure  to  perform  —  through  nothing  but  the  ICE  -  COLD  LOOKS  she  had  passed  over  elphie's  shoulder  .  (  a  manic  cold  tingled  glinda's  finger  -  tips  .  on  second  thought  ,  GLINDA  DID  NOT  WANT  TO  THINK  ABOUT  MADAME  MORRIBLE  RIGHT  NOW  ANYHOW  .  ) 

         clearing  her  throat  ,  glinda   reached  for  the  sorcerer's  arm  and  tugged  him  away  from  the  hill  -  top  ,  where  the  children  he'd  pummeled  with  snow  now  gathered  in  search  of  their  most  mysterious  culprit  .  SHE  HOOKED  HER  ARM  under  his  .  all  the  better  to  remain  inconspicuous  ,  her  eyes  warned  him  beneath  a  tight  -  lipped  smile  .

          ❝   so  :  illusions    ❞  she  prompted  ,  raising  a  brow  .  ❝   you're  saying  all  of  that  was  just  a  fairy  -  tale  ?  because  it  was  marvelously  convincing  .   ❞

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I've always wanted to do this, but like for some one-liners for Loki! I want to get some new threads going but the mind is mush~

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That was something they agreed upon. It would have certainly been nicer to receive private accommodations than to be forcibly housed with a stranger. However, in Loki's experience, his usual shared-house residents rarely stayed for long, regardless.

The corner of Loki's mouth twitched upon receiving the apology. He had faced far greater threats than this very close to the ground mortal that shared space with him now. Still, Loki was rather undisturbed by the fellow.

❝ Consider me unoffended. I admire a cautious individual. ❞ Loki's only comment was as he crossed his arms, leaning casually on the couch in the room. ❝ Indeed, there are only two housed per home. I do not enjoy keeping company here, so you shan't worry about that. ❞

Loki watched the stranger, sighing through his nose slowly but deliberately. ❝ My... name is Loki, of Asgard. ❞ It almost p a i n e d him to introduce himself, but custom dictated that he offer respect.

❝ My dwelling is located there- ❞ Loki nods to his side of the house. ❝ Yours is just across. As long as my privacy is maintained, we shall not have contention in this house. ❞

despite the other's obvious disinterest in being threated, chilchuck still made sure to hold his position, should the man try anything. initially, he simply listened. contemplated. and then lowered the knife with a sigh.

"those dumbasses could at least have made a fair warning. well, i guess it makes sense that there'd be a catch. nothing in the world is just gonna come that easy to you." he was mainly musing to himself as he went to put the knife upon the counter. then he rubbed his temples in a groan, and a deep frown was twisting his brows.

"tell the truth i'm not actually much of a fighter, but i still gotta apologise for pulling a knife on you, i guess. sorry 'bout that." despite how it sounded the apologise was, in fact, sincere. but the man's chill demeanour made it hard to feel like he had even for one second felt threatened.

"so just two then? there ain't gonna be any more surprise guests showing up all of a sudden?"

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Loki's eyes glanced at the deliberate avoidance of Thor. Inside, he frowned, puzzled by the thunder going for his obvious second choice. But Lilith appeared none the wiser as she happily chewed upon the delicious treat. Even the choice of the gingerbread over the tart was curious to him.

Lilith's cheeks grew the faintest shade of pink upon receiving his praise. She would naturally be so blind to the turmoil that Thor was experiencing then, but it took all of Loki's strength not to address it out loud.

❝ I am honored to hear such praise from you. ❞ Lilith bowed her head, raising her hand to hover over her heart. His was the only opinion that truly mattered to Loki; the dead could not enjoy these foods. Lilith finished the tart cheerfully, sighing contentedly, attempting to emphasize the delicious nature of this one.

❝ Have you made any new progress on your ship? ❞ Lilith inquired, taking a piece of the gingerbread to nibble upon, made just to Loki's own liking. ❝ It does seem such a large task to complete alone.❞ She paused briefly, taking a bite of the cookie. ❝ Surely more progress could be made if you were able to receive aid from those equally knowledgeable? ❞

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 person he had shown asgard's remnants to . likely she had passed them by with hardly another thought to the aged spines . many did . for they were simply DUSTY OLD BOOKS fit within endless , ever - shifting shelves and long halls of knowledge . EASILY FORGOTTEN . even the archivists did not seem to understand their true worth . the aerconi mortals held onto them regardless — and the pages these very delicacies came from were written in ink far older than any mind might fathom .

how many generations had the recipe of sweet buns been passed on through ? how many family houses , joined together by the weave and the knot , collected wisdom enough to produce the tarts he so loved ?

lilith flocked to the printings of his people's knowledge like a bee flocked to wildflowers . she had been - and still was - none the wiser just the same . swallowing the dull ache of MELANCHOLY , thor plucked a small corner of pepperkaker from one of the side most plates instead of the inviting tart . he nibbled in small pieces , despite seeing with his own eyes she had well accounted for his usual appetite .

❝ you have done well , ❞ he conceded , nodding his head approvingly . ❝ know i do not say so lightly . . . . but i believe had my people the ability to speak on their own behalves , they would be gladdened by this valiant effort , as so to am i . ❞ simply by the smells , it seemed that she had paid special attention to the authenticity . the gingerbread tickled his throat with spices . haltingly , thor murmured — although it seemed the thunderer spoke half - way to himself . ❝ asgard is a people . ❞

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TRUST ME.

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You’re my brother and my friend. Sometimes I’m envious, but never doubt that I love you. - Loki 

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Loki played the part well; Lilith appeared giddy and excited to Thor, who accepted her offerings with gladness and humility. Though she was quick to pull her hand back and hold it tightly to her chest, she hastily sat herself among the delights and treats.

All of the items were Asgardian make. Apples, berries, well-seasoned meats, and breads adorned numerous plates and bowls. Loki knew exactly which ones Thor would be the most drawn to and prepared them accordingly.

❝ The pleasure is mine, truly. ❞ Lilith smiles, gesturing for Thor to sit down close to her. ❝ I can only hope that I am able to live up to the standards of your home world. I did my best to produce your favorites. ❞

With a delicate hand, she reached towards the apple tarts. Quickly, she picked up the little treat, examining it closer. Warmth seemed to still be radiating off of them, as if they had been freshly brought out of the oven that created them.

❝ You will try one, won't you? ❞ Lilith asked quietly, innocence gleaming in her expression and awaiting the thunderer to partake. ❝ 'Tis not a true celebration if there is only one who participates. ❞ She laughs lightheartedly, taking a bite of her own creation.

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌 now as a rose reached for a sun . so star - sovereign chose patience , and allowed himself be pulled along by the earth - maiden's whims . when she revealed her offerings , thor stilled just shy of stepping over the threshold between the surrounding gardens and lilith's chosen alcove . for just a moment , thor could recall plainly the far - away days spent in mother's gardens beneath the apple trees . she , too , would arrange gatherings such as this for her sons . they would play and gather her flowers long into the midday , only to replenish their strength with the bounty of her hand - made feasts . or rather , they had then felt as feasts .

nostalgia colored him BLIND . loki would agree , if only because the reminder of mother came first from lilith . . . . even so , within thor's breast a warmth dared to bloom and flutter . it was merely a coincidence . it was not an unhappy coincidence .

❝ truly , you honor an aging fool . ❞ thor said . he smirked , half sardonically , and lifted her hand to his lips . he winked over her knuckles then . ❝ still , you have my thanks all the same . ❞

with a swirl of crimson arcing behind him , thor left her and carefully looked around her hard work . he treaded lightly so as not to destroy what she had likely spent hours on , and hooked the end of his cape into his fist so as not to knock anything over . there was a healthy helping of apple treats . his features softened . gesturing at them , thor settled .

❝ i should not have doubted you might recall . ❞

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Was it wrong? Perhaps in some lights. But the rightness or wrongness of the actions were far from Loki's mind in this moment. He'd found the one Thor had called "D E A R E S T" and simply... borrowed her memories. A simple spell that could call upon the recollections of the person's mind, he reached into it. He paid no heed to her past; that was irrelevant outside of where Thor was involved. Lilith Elysian was (small, frail, weak-minded) none the wiser when he left her at home, and if she were truly wise, she would stay out of these personal affairs henceforth.

The glamor was a rather simple one to put together. Every detail of Lilith was perfectly matched down to the new golden strands that had formed in her hair and the embroidered flowers in her dress. Loki sat in the gardens now, a book in his lap, reading a hymnal that was a gift from the church to this girl.

The sudden wind brushed against her long hair, and although he could sense the approaching storm, she only turned when the first trails of the breeze blew around her. Her eyes lit up as she quickly placed the book down on the bench to greet the prince.

❝ Ah, Thor! I am so happy you came. ❞ Lilith cried, her voice exactly the same as though the real person were standing before him (he'd practiced for hours to get her cadence right). She approached him quickly, hands clasped together as she contained her mimicked excitement.

❝ Nonsense, it is your day of birth! A day that is well worth celebrating in my eyes. I have, well... little experience in the ways of celebrating birthdays- ❞ He remembered the parts of her life where it was that little mousey woman who would celebrate with Lilith on her days. ❝ -But it seems the least I can do to bring you a moment of peace. ❞

She reached out to take Thor by the hand and bring him deeper into the garden. With only a short walk, the two came upon a small picnic, adorned with a variety of foods of the savory and sweet nature. Flowers surrounded the area as per Loki's illusions, which seemed only fitting as the only thing this girl was capable of doing.

Lilith's soft pink lips curved, bringing rosy cheeks closer to her eyes. ❝ It is not much, but it is all for you! ❞

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╰┈➤ A letter appears in Thor's mailbox. The handwriting is clean, pristine, and in the common tongue. Inside the note reads: My Dearest Thor, It is with the utmost joy that I bring you a jubilant birthday celebration! Should you desire, I wish to meet with you and gift you treats and delights as you deserve. There is nothing that would bring me more happiness than to spend this special day with you. I shall eagerly await your arrival at the Ebenos Gardens near noon. With regards, ~ Lilith Elysian Signed with perfect precision. In fact, the whole letter appears to be perfectly crafted in every way, shape, and form. (As if it were spoken by one voice, and written by another hand.)

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 much of his birthday . in truth , it was hardly for lack of care for it — and simply that it had never come up . nor had it crossed his mind to bring attention to it . so it was with some surprise that thor had discovered lilith's letter and its contents , only to stifle it as soon as the winds had buffeted at his cheeks and ankles . perhaps he had not mentioned it . . . but there was no doubt in him that lilith had caught wind of the day by way of her companion , tae .

thor turned the letter in his hand , and scanned over the cursive once more , and then thrice again until his eye began to ache . yes , she must have learned of the date from tae . yet thor could not help himself the faintest twinge of disappointment that punctured and cut between the ribs . his eye flickered towards the balcony where the breezeway railings joined the villas together . she had made time to pen him a letter . perhaps it was his own lofty expectations that disappointed him so , to half hope to see loki there , waiting in the wings for him as he used to . thor paused . after their most recent CONFLICT OF INTEREST , the thought was nothing short of laughable . flattening the beginnings of a frown , the asgardian stuffed the letter into his breast pocket , and with it , the numb , throbbing pain that came with ABSENCE , and the inability to slip from her , warm as lilith may be , and first into his own family's graces . thor shook himself of it . lilith was just as beloved as kin . he would not spurn her affections so as to be cruel .

— 𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 .

down from above the treetops thor floated , alighting upon the gardens with PRACTICED DEFT . ( without the help of his hammer , it was the winds that gusted at his ankles would keep thor's balance . ) his expression warmed considerably , spotting lilith .

❝ the day being what it is , i do not suppose i might change your mind in the least of your planning ? ❞ thor asked , half jesting , and half chiding himself over the notion altogether . not even the year after loki's fall had quelled asgard's need to celebrate his birth . like then , thor simply stifled his weary misgivings on the matter . they served nothing , and changed nothing . the corners of his lips pulled into a polite smile . lilith did not have to go so out of her way . the least he could do was oblige her . so , thor chuckled . ❝ know that i only jest , lilith elysian . your kindness is ever dear to me . ❞

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I’m sad about them so I drew them hugging :>

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Lego Marvel Super Heroes: Maximum Overload [x]

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"THOR" DAY premiered on May 6th, 2011 MCUCHALLENGE YEAR OF CELEBRATIONS

For @clara-of-asgard, who reqested the celebration, as an early birthday present 🎁