#thor collection

[gunsatthaphan]

"didn't you miss me?"

[benzatthanin]

WANDEE GOODDAY (2024)

[themarvelproject]

Thor by Walt Simson from the cover of Thor Visionaries - Walt Simonson Vol. 1 (2001)

[pocketramblr]

you know im thinking. im thinking maybe Yoichi wasn't even that into captain hero as an adult, but AfO kept bringing LITERALLY every conversation back to that because he decided to Be The Demon Lord and so Yoichi like, can't get an argument in unless he uses the same material so he's like 'oh my god i haven't even thought about that comic in ten years but even i know the bad guy didn't win. you should not be basing you whole identity, business model, and world destruction plan on your five-second impression of a comic book bad guy who didn't even win! also you shouldn't kill people!'

[lokisgoodgirl]

Mischievous Creatures [Brodinsons]

Part of the Brother Collection A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: A grumpy Loki is forced to pet-sit by Thor, and an unexpected friendship blossoms. (w/c 1.8k) Warnings: Fluffy bro-stuff. Generic dog description, runs on the small side. Mild peril.

Loki grimaced, gritting his teeth. His eyes squeezed shut while a hand flew up against the assault of intrusive sunlight. “Brother,” he hissed, groaning against the pillow. “Must you continually be such a harbinger of accursed agitation upon my-”

“-Ahhhhh!”

Thor released an infuriatingly cheerful sigh. His arms were spread, holding the curtains wide. “Tis’ a joyus day in this realm, brother. Can you smell it?”

Loki frowned, squinting towards the silhouette. “The window is closed, you cretin.”

Thor chuckled. “One does not require an open window to smell joy, brother. Indeed, it is all around.” He turned, the aura of confidence in that garish smile making Loki’s blood run cold. “Some may say...in this very apartment.”

Loki’s frown deepened. It was always concerning when his brother attempted to be coy. “What?!” he barked, suddenly aware of how dry his throat was. Truly, had the monstrosity of muscle woken him before nine? “We have a guest,” Thor cheered, “and I require my brother’s aid.” He paced several strides to the bed, swinging crotch coming alarmingly close to Loki’s face. Two meaty hands rested on his hips, fingers drumming lightly against thick sweats. He swayed back and forth expectantly. This was not a sight Loki wished to see before breakfast.

He pulled the duvet over his head, muttering curses before the sheet was ripped from his grasp. He stiffened, an unexpected chill making his body clench while his brother’s laugh ripped through the air. “Come, they’re waiting,” was all he managed to say, before there was a loud yelp from the living room.

“So this is a dog?”

Loki observed the creature with suspicion as it snuffled against the hardwood floor.

It had been going about its business for around twenty seconds now, paying no reverence or respect to the legendary beings in its presence. Loki’s scepticism grew. He was suddenly glad he’d worn his leathers. “Yes! And I broke up some biscuits your lady gave me on the floor for it to seek while I roused you. Charming, isn’t it?” Thor spoke quickly, and with an undeniable awe. The dog looked up expectantly, tail quivering. “I have no lady,” Loki griped, casting his gaze around the living room. A cushion from the immaculately arranged sofa had been rudely upended to the floor. Loki's eyes narrowed as Thor made his way obliviously to the breakfast bar. “Be that as it may,” the blonde said brightly, “this is the companion she speaks so often of.” Loki watched as the small creature trotted to Thor’s feet, looking up at him. Its tail was doing that thing again. “This is the rival for my affections which takes up so much of her time? I’m insulted,” he muttered. The dog’s paws tippy-tapped from side to side, impatient for whatever was in the bag Thor had begun rustling. Against his better judgement, Loki felt the side of his mouth twitch. He cleared his throat. “So. Why is it here, and what are we supposed to do with it?”

Thor scoffed, shaking his head with a smile.

Loki didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all.

“Your lady- apologies, not your lady; has been called on an unexpected mission, shouldn’t take long – usual sort of thing." Thor glanced to his brother, glee in his eyes before bending forward with his hands on his knees. "I volunteered to ensure the safety of this treasure of the realm in her absence. Yes I did! Didn’t I?! Yes I did!” The pitch of Thor’s voice traced higher with every syllable. Loki was horrified. It descended into mumbling saccharine inanities at the excitable being shuffling below him, which let out a small a-woo. “‘Treasure of the realm’, please...” Loki scathed as he sidled over to the sofa. He had been sure to give the unfamiliar being a wide berth. Who knew what it’s intentions were. It was, after all, a stranger.

His breath hitched as it suddenly looked in his direction, the flash of a tiny pink tongue taking him by surprise.

He had the sudden urge to call to it, to feel the rest of it’s delicate triangular face in his hands. Perhaps, even, to stroke it. He thought it might feel soothing.

With unnecessary gravitas, Thor produced a beleaguered looking plush animal from a small bag resting on the counter. It was pink and mint and blue; splotches dotted on a crusted physique. Loki thought it had seen a few battles of its own.

“Oh for heavens sake, what is that?” he groused as Thor began to shake it aimlessly in the air. The dog leapt up on it’s back legs, dancing excitedly. “Tis a llama, brother,” Thor chided with authority, “obviously.” “A llama?” Loki frowned. Thor shrugged. “I know not. But that is how your lady referred to it. The little thing is rather attached to it, apparently. I thought it best not to question further.”

Both brothers nodded in silent understanding while the creature began to chirp, bouncing in comical circles. Its front paws waved in the air, the soft underbelly looking undeniably tender and scritchable. “Well... throw it then,” Loki huffed with feigned impatience. He rested his chin on his palm. He would admit, reluctantly, that he was beginning to mildly enjoy this. In a ridiculous sort of way. Thor’s eyebrows rose. “Excellent idea, brother” he said, before lobbing the llama forth at full force across the room. Loki’s eyes widened. “Brother, no-” The dog followed its lightening fast arc, legs sliding out behind it on the floor in haste. Loki braced against the arm of the sofa as the plasterboard-covered wall exploded with an almighty crack. The stuffed toy may as well have been a cannonball. A huge mist of dust immediately flooded the living room, chunks falling from the wall.

“Protect the small thing,” Thor bellowed.

Without hesitation, Loki sprung from the sofa, caging the little dog in mid-pursuit beneath his torso. Debris hit him like a wave, white mass covering dark curls falling around his face. There was a frightened whimper beneath him, something solid smacking against his thighs with a heavy thump. His heart was thundering as the carnage settled. She will never forgive me, Loki thought with horror. He peered between his forearms to the dark cave his body had created.

There was silence.

“Does it live, brother?” Thor rasped, his choking voice panicked. Loki registered pacing footsteps hovering around him in a cloud of dust, regretful muttering and coughing peppering the air. His stomach dropped.

He could barely bring himself to look. So fragile, these mortals. Their familiars even more so, surely. Suddenly, something moist and round surfaced from the darkness and poked him straight in the eye.

“Gargh!” Loki spluttered, before the breath was stolen from him. He fell forward, forehead hitting the floor while an agile tongue delved deep into one exposed nostril. An assassin, after all. Loki rolled to the side, freeing the wild creature. “It lives!” Thor whooped ecstatically. But the moment was lost on Loki.

The ball of fur and limbs and squiggling was upon him, crawling like a demon of Muspelheim across his person. The thing was liquid. It placed its front legs on his chest, perfecting a position of strength while a deceptively long tongue continued the assault of his face. “Desist!” he spluttered, searching for purchase on its lithe, fluff-laden frame. And yet, the incorrigible creature could not be swayed.

The softness of the bacon-like protrusion tickled violently, but somehow...Loki found himself unable to catch his breath from the laughter shaking his chest. It ravaged his cheeks, his mouth, his nostrils - all in whirling succession with no obvious tactical rhythm. “Brother, make it stop-” Loki gasped unconvincingly, hooking his thumbs beneath the dog’s little underarms. His laughter, Loki surmised, acted only to encourage the creature. And yet, he could not collect himself. “Alas, brother I must attempt to retrieve the valiant llama from the rubble,” Thor chuckled, biting his lip at his sibling strewn across the floor. With a resolute grunt, Loki hoisted the creature in the air above him. It squirmed, wriggling all four legs erratically. Its rotund bottom was positively vibrating with excitement. “Look, brother...it flies,” Loki grinned. The dog’s mouth was open in a smile, aimless tongue licking the air. Still in search of his skin no doubt. The god sat up, drawing the squiggling bundle to his chest. It settled, the cup of his hand under its rear and the other snug to its barrelled chest seeming to calm it. Loki smoothed its whiskers, brushing a crumb of plasterboard from the tufts of its snout. He searched its eyes, deep brown pools bubbling and sparkling with life. And with mischief, he thought. Loki smiled. Without knowing why, he placed a tentative kiss on its upturned nose. It was fresh, and cool. The richest black. And somehow, Loki knew those were good things.

The dog’s tongue flicked out once more; a soft, solitary lick to the tip of his own nose reciprocating the sentiment. He felt unfamiliar warmth blossom in his belly, drawing the precious bundle closer to his chest. “I am glad you are well, friend” he murmured. “I can only apologise for my oaf of a-” “-brother! Success!” Thor cheered, holding the resurrected llama aloft like a battle trophy. If it looked beleaguered before, now it was tragic. The plushie was completely white, stuffing protruding from its head like a fatal war wound. He paced victoriously across the floor, holding it out to the dog nestled in his brother’s arms. Loki could swear the creature rolled its eyes.

“Do not presume to return its prize possession in such a vile state, brother,” Loki hissed. He dropped his gaze to the bright eyes gazing lovingly into his own. “Never fear small thing, Uncle Loki shall amend this abomination.” he cooed. Circling a finger, Loki enjoyed the perk of the dog's ears as the llama glowed green. In moments, its garish pastel glory was restored. “The crusted biological coating is gone too, brother…” Thor mumbled sceptically, inspecting it. “Was that important?” Loki jiggled the squishy package in his arms. Its front paws bounced. “Methinks that was enthusiasm from historical play; perhaps we should begin to restore it,” he chuckled, as the dog began to squirm with excitement once again. Loki tickled its belly. Thor frowned. “Do not get too attached, brother” he warned, “remember that this one is claimed. And by whom.” Loki rolled his eyes. “I am aware of that, brother” he snarked, before bending to carefully lower all four paws to the ground. He straightened. “But clearly the creature and I have an affinity. It cannot be denied.” Thor folded his arms, and Loki did the same. They watched in silence as the fluffy tornado fell upon the llama, beginning to prance in a parading circle around them. It dotted easily between the chunks of plasterboard, the plushie snug within tiny jaws.

Thor cleared his throat. “It is my belief” he began knowledgeably, “that the creatures have developed ways to trick mortals in favouring them. They are provided shelter, comfort, snacks and the like in return for being…” he gestured open handed to the floor, “thus.” Two sets of eyes assessed the inexplicable sight before them, rolling on its back with four wriggling paws flapping at strange angles. “Is that so…” Loki mused, smile widening as he lowered to his haunches. The dog flipped to stand, nails scratching against the floor in a race to meet him. That little bottom shifted side to side, overcome with indescribable joy at their friend’s return to the lower level. The llama bonked against Loki's knee, a helicopter-esque tail making his heart soar.

He gripped the llama’s sides, tugging gently before pulling it flush against his chest. The cheeky growl in the dog’s throat made him chuckle as he pressed a soft kiss to its forehead. “How mischievous,” he whispered, smiling conspiratorially against the tousled fur.

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[holylulusworld]

The big hammer (1)

Summary: Thor takes you in.

Pairing: Lumberjack!Thor Odinson x fem!Reader

Warnings: awful brother, angst, mentions of/implied physical abuse

This story is part of my Lumberjack Tales masterlist

Thor crossed his arms over his wide chest. The red-white checkered flannel he wore strained against his thick, muscular arms. He shook his head no.

His friend grunted. “You owe me. I took care of your drunk sister more than once. Y/N won’t disturb you. She needs a place to crash. Your cabin is huge.”

“I owe you shit,” Thor ran his big hand down his face. He had a lot on his plate, especially with fall being so cold. “I have work to do and don’t need distraction.”

“You don’t have work to do,” your brother snapped at his friend. “You cut wood all the time for fun. Your cabin in the woods is rather a castle, and you could simply buy your firewood.”

“I like working with my hands,” Thor said and turned his hands to look at his palms. “A man must feel the wood he wants to use to bring warmth into his home. He wants to cut it, and not let another man do it for him.”

“It’s one weekend, Thor. Do this for me, and I won’t tell anyone you let a poor girl sleep outside in the cold.”

“You have no shame,” Thor said. He huffed and shook his head. “Why would you bring your sister here? I live in the middle of nowhere and don’t think your little sister wants to spend time at my place. I don’t want her to spend time at my place either.”

“Do it for me, bro. I need to get her off my back for the weekend. I met this hot piece of ass, and can’t have my sister around,” he pleaded and begged. “I didn’t get laid for two months. My balls are blue, Thor. Blue!”

“I’m not responsible for your sex life!” Thor raised his voice. “I chose to live out here to have my quiet. I don’t need your annoying sister to get on my nerves. She always clung to me when we were younger. I don’t think she changed much.”

“No, no,” your brother tried to talk Thor into taking you in. “She won’t bug you. I swear. Her ex has beaten the sassiness out of her. He was a loser but did one thing right.”

“What?” Thor said. He furrowed his brows, believing he misheard. “What did you say?”

“Oh. Yeah. Her ex beat the shit out of her and she came to me, asking me to take her in for a few weeks,” your brother huffed. “I let her sleep in my living room for a week. I got enough, alright. I need some time without her.”

Thor squares his jaw. He’d love to beat the shit out of your brother, but you stepped inside the room, sheepishly glancing at Thor. It wasn’t your idea to come here and beg Thor to take you in.

The blonde’s stormy blue eyes meet yours for a brief moment. He cleared his throat and nodded in your direction. “Y/N,” he hastily said. “I will prepare the guestroom for you. Let me get your luggage.”

Thor brushed past your brother, bumping his shoulder into your brother’s. Your brother winced at the impact, but he couldn’t hide the grin on his lips.

You silently followed Thor, your brother’s childhood friend. The last thing you wanted was to be a burden to a man you haven’t seen for years. You came to seek shelter in your brother’s house, not Thor’s home.

“Thor,” you said his name, your voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to do this. I can just look for a motel nearby and go from there.”

“I won’t let you sleep at the rat-infested hole they call a motel in this town,” Thor gruffly replied. He never was a man of many words, not even when he was a kid. “You are here, and I got a guestroom.”

“I’m sorry—” you bit the inside of your cheek because you were about to repeat the pattern all over again. You were saying sorry for something you didn’t do. It’s your brother’s fault you ended up in Thor’s house. “He shouldn’t have asked you to take me in.”

“He lacks any sense of responsibility or tact,” Thor shrugged as he looked at your suitcases and bags on the ground. He dipped his head to watch your brother put your luggage on the ground. “Wow, he didn’t even wait for my answer, huh.”

“I told him to bring me to a motel,” you tried to hide your embarrassment when Thor glanced at the two boxes in the trunk of your brother’s car. “He said it’s only for the weekend. I guess I overstayed my welcome already.”

“You’re his sister,” Thor grabbed the two boxes first. “He should be there for you after—” He swallowed what he wanted to say and walked back inside his home, your two boxes in his arms.

“Wait, you don’t have to…” You sighed and grabbed one of your suitcases to follow Thor inside his home. “I will look for a place to stay first thing today.”

“Well…I see you’re already getting along,” your brother said, and off he went, not looking back. Before Thor or you could say something he drove away, without saying goodbye.

You watched him speed off, an ache in your heart. How could your brother be so insensitive and careless about you? All your life you did all you could to help him whenever he needed you. And this one time you asked him for help, he let you down.

Thor placed his hand on your shoulder and said, “You should go inside. It’s getting colder. I’ve got this.”

He didn’t say a word when you wiped tears off your cheeks. “Thank you. I know this is not how you imagined your weekend would go.”

“I got siblings too,” he grabbed the rest of your luggage. “My younger brother is an annoying bitch, and we don’t want to talk about my sister. They love to cause chaos.” He laughed when you looked at him in disbelief. They always seemed to get along well. “One of the reasons I moved out here.”

You tried to take one of the suitcases out of his hands and murmured, “It’s a nice place.” Thor refused to let you carry your luggage. He’s a grump, and sometimes a little loud, but his mother raised him better. “You must be very happy out here. Fresh air and all.”

“Fresh air. Right,” he threw you a look over his shoulder. “Lots of firewood to cut, too.” He grinned. “I’m living the dream.”

“At least you’ve got dreams left,” you said, sounding a little too sad. “Even if it’s only a dream about cutting wood.”

“You think I’m a lumberjack, huh?” He chuckled while walking inside the cabin. “I like to cut wood, but I’m not a professional.”

You grinned. His flannel and the thick beard framing his face told you a different story. Thor with his thick body and muscles threatening to burst his shirt open was the epitome of a lumberjack.

“Why don’t you sit on the couch, and I prepare the guestroom,” he offered, already walking toward the staircase leading to the guestroom and his bedroom. “If you’re hungry, there are leftovers in the fridge. Help yourself with a drink. I got beer, coke, or water.”

“I’m good, thank you,” you stammered, not wanting to be an even bigger burden than you already were.

Thor carried all of your things upstairs and prepared the guestroom for you. Even though he didn’t want to let you stay at his home at first, Thor tried anything to make you feel welcome. He couldn’t believe your brother treated you the way he did after everything you had to endure.

“You need to eat something,” he said and placed a plate filled with pasta in front of you. “The guestroom is prepared. You can use the bathroom first, it’s right next to your room.”

“Thor, you don’t have to be so nice,” you nervously looked around his living room. You rubbed your arm. Thor watched you hiss. You forgot about your injured arm for a moment. “I know my brother forced you to take me in for the weekend.”

“I took you in because it was the right thing to do,” he stated. “My siblings get on my nerves all the time, but I would never abandon them for a quick…” Thor shook his head, not wanting to tell you why. “Come on, eat. I can’t have one of my guests starve.”

You watched Thor for a moment, wondering if your brother told him what happened with your ex…

Part 2

Tags in reblog.

[odinsblog]

Last weekend I re-watched the first Captain America movie (eminently re-watchable) and the first Thor movie (still better than Joss Whedon and Taika Waititi’s bumbling versions of the character, iMho), and the ending of the Thor movie stood out like a giant billboard for me: Unlike Anakin Skywalker or the Israeli government (who are both okay with ethnic cleansing), by the end of the first movie, Thor Odinson clearly understood that genocide is always wrong. Even when it’s your enemies.

[gods-of-mischief]

Thematic shelves.

[bricktoygrapher]

Marvel Graphic Novels

Started collecting the new Ultimate Marvel Graphic Novels Collection by Hachette.

Do you guys read comic books? 📚

[nostalgia-tblr]

I watched Avengers: Age of Ultron (apart from I skipped some overly long action sequences) and I am not sure so can someone tell me whether or not Tony Stark was the baddy in that film? Because about halfway through I was sure he was but then it was maybe just an evil robot after all and I am confused because either this film was surprisingly subversive or it was about robots hitting each other.

[beheworthy]

I'll be watching Transformers One with my family first day first show. 😊

To celebrate its release, here is our Optimus Prime we got in 2009:

[broadwaymeows]

Merry (early) Christmas 🤩🎅🏻🎄

[worstloki]

Thor: Loki, which berries were poisonous, the blue ones or the yellow ones? Loki: The blue ones. Thor: Unrelated to last question, but… Could you help me get to the healers? Loki: Why didn't you ask before you ate them!?

Thor wasn’t supposed to eat them 😔

[demolitionistic]

it is indeed a wandee Goodday HELLO good people i have missed HELLO show i have waited for

[collectwthme]

updated wall

[ultrameganicolaokay]

Avengers Epic Collection Volume 13: ‘Seasons of the Witch’ by Roger Stern, Mark Gruenwald, Al Milgrom, John Byrne and more. Cover by Milgrom. Out in November.

"The old order changeth once again! The Avengers welcome the powerful new Captain Marvel, Monica Rambeau, into their ranks – just in time to witness the trial of Hank Pym, one of their stalwart members! Then, Thanos' fun-loving brother Starfox joins the roster for an adventure to the Inhumans' refuge on the moon and an uncanny team-up with the Fantastic Four that will have lasting repercussions for the Vision! As the Scarlet Witch fears for her synthezoid husband, Doctor Strange seeks her aid on a search for the Darkhold! But will a cash-strapped Spider-Man find gainful employment as the newest Avenger? Super villains cause pandemonium at Project PEGASUS, and Hawkeye goes solo – but when Clint Barton meets Mockingbird, Cupid is the one firing all the arrows! Collecting AVENGERS (1963) #227-237 and ANNUAL (1967) #12, AMAZING SPIDER-MAN ANNUAL (1964) #16, FANTASTIC FOUR (1961) #256, DOCTOR STRANGE (1974) #60 and HAWKEYE (1983) #1-4."