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(they are brothers, after all)

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ofdrdoom​:

Victor knew this person, how could you not give his friendship with Loki he’d heard the dark haired God speak about his elder brother usually with venom in his tone but then again it had been years since they’d spoken maybe they’d work out whatever issues they had together. Either way seeing a little twig was quite new, especially one that seemed able to communicate as he moved to poke his little finger at Groot’s hand. “Fascinating, how in the world did you get him to stick by your side?” He mused before turning his attention back to Thor smirking “The name is Victor, Thor, but then again I’m sure you don’t know me quite yet, I was more your brother’s friend then yours. I rather enjoyed hurting your friends if I really thought about it.” He replied rather cheekily before looking at the other shaking his head “I’m glad to hear it, where are you two heading off towards?”

When it came to Loki and his questionable friend group, Thor happened to be in the dark and barely knew anything about that part of Loki’s life still to this day sadly whether he wanted to blatantly ignore it or as his father always pointed out of only seeing half the picture, funny now that he only had one working eye, foreshadowing in its finest. So, Victor to Thor was as much as a stranger as the raven was to the narrator and yet he felt as if he’d be the Nevermore in his life, forever to hover with annoyance and mystery. Groot’s little hand smacked on top of Victor’s nail not liking the audacity of this stranger one bit, I am Groot, the tree sap grumbled at the man and mainly to Thor not liking the touchy touchy. “Groot isn’t great with strangers nor ones pointing at him. It is my charming personality... he likes to swing from my arms and not to mention he likes the Nordic candy Non-Stops which is mine as well. Besides, I am his tree-father.” He said, lightly adjusting his shoulder to pull Groot back from the closeness of Victor as the God knew he could be a feisty little thing. There was a pang of jealously mixing with hurt from his brother’s secret life, had he thought so little of him and it made him doubt himself. “Victor, I can’t say I have ever heard your name uttered from his lips.” He grinned at him, feeling that Victor was a bit like him used to many knowing his name. At the mention of hunting his friends all Thor could do was laugh at him mockingly at him. “See you haven’t been successful in that achievement or I would know your name.” He leered cautiously at him, the blonde exchange a look with Groot that spoke volumes of judgement before he turned back to Victor. “The candy store but of course, Loki had sent a virtual raven to send for Non-stops for our tastebuds. I’d asked what it is that your up to but we simply don’t care.” 

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The tree sap stood on a stack of books on the small table in front of the tv screen, out of the way of Lucky as the dog seems to think Groot is well, a stick that the dog is to fetch. And Thor stood further back from the screen from being to tall, the strange remote in his left hand and he was amused that the person on the screen moved as he did. The little things of technology brought him some kind of strange glee. Even though he was a large man, his limbs knew how to gracefully flow to the beat of the start page of the game and he glanced over at Kate with a beaming smile on his lips. “Thus game is rather confusing to me, how is one supposed to win if it is that of a looking-glass?” 

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❝ 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒’𝚖 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 ❞

The blonde’s love for Jane was the twilight that lit up his eyes, they may not be together at this point in life but he’d always care deeply for her and nothing will ever change his mind. They sat across from one another, he had sent a raven to her because like hell Thor was going to start using smart phones to send messages, much preferring face to face with people and especially one as captivating as Jane. Having to button his lip to not spoke about their past relationship as much as he’d like to dive back in with her, he had a lot of inner-growth to do before he could ever muster up the courage to ask her out or be at the level of someone she so very much deserved. “We’re all guilty by association in some aspect,” Thor said to her and thanked the maiden that brought his coffee out to him - not entirely knowing what he ordered. “Jane you have one of the kindest of souls, I have had the honour in meeting in this life cycle of mine...” Taking a sip of the coffee to pull a face of uncertainty at it, his front teeth raking over his tongue to get the heat and taste off. “Thy floweret in spring thus guilt thou holds is poisoning thy roots, allowing weevils of doubt to eat away thou beauty.”

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❝ 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 ❞

Life was having it out for the God of Thunder, complications just kept popping up out of thin air and it seems when he has gotten a grasp on things - reality smashes upon it like a hammer against the steel of his mind. Coming to terms that Loki was still alive happened to be  a hard hitter for him but now he was gifted with the information that he had a little sister in whom he cannot remember her existence, it wasn’t even at his father’s hand which is surprising to Thor - the man had many secrets. “How is this random?” He asked looking around the foamed pendulum separating the two of them, he didn’t think at all and went to this adult indoor playground because he wasn’t one for sitting still nor did he really want to hear on all the time he had missed out on with his sister. It was just another person that he had failed. “Confusion is lingering like a shadow. I can’t be the only one who would be confused by this knowledge of a long lost sister.” 

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lines taken from various characters and events found in  american mcgee’s  game  ,  alice : madness returns  ( 2011 ) .  feel free to change pronouns   ( he , she , they , i , etc )   &  tenses as you feel necessary .

“ another day  ,  a different dream perhaps ”

“ i know what’s real ”

“ i know i’m guilty of something ”

“ punishment hardly ever suits the victims of a crime ”

“ you’ve used me and abused me  ,  but you will not destroy me ! ”

“ i want to forget ”

“ it’s not a dream  ,  it’s a memory ”

“ how is one to find her way ? ”

“ i didn’t kill my family ”

“ i’ve not come back here looking for a fight ”

“ i’m not afraid to die ”

“ when you’re not on edge  ,  you’re taking up too much space ”

“ threats  ,  promises  ,  and good intentions don’t amount to action ”

“ every picture tells a story .  sometimes we don’t like the ending .  sometimes we don’t understand it ”

“ delusions  ,  too  ,  die hard with memory ”

“ only the savage regard the endurance of pain as the measure of worth ”

“ forgetting pain is convenient  ,  remembering it  :  agonizing ”

“ a secret is only a secret when it is unspoken to another ”

“ different denotes neither bad nor good  ,  but it certainly means not the same ”

“ how fine you look when dressed in rage ”

“ is our situation not dismal ? ”

“ every adventure requires a first step ”

“ only a few find the way  ,  some don’t recognize it when they do — some don’t ever want to ”

“ everything’s a nail  ,  is it  ,  miss hammerhead ? ”

“ forgetting’s just forgetting  ,  except when it’s not ”

“ a good guest does not overstay  ,  a perfect guest stays home ”

“ who benefits from your madness ? ”

“ what you claim not to know is merely what you’ve denied ”

“ authority must be obeyed  ,  or it must be overthrowned ”

“ you shouldn’t ask questions you know the answer to ”

“ make your survival mean something ”

“ memory is more often a curse than a blessing ”

“ the past must be paid for ”

“ you’re as randomly lethal and entirely confused as you ever were ”

“ return to whatever hovel’s home to you ”

“ your presence here is unwelcome ”

“ everyone here has an excuse for doing nothing ”

“ this world is not so either  /  or ”

“ what’s true of the living is often true of the dead ”

“ this life is full of random death ”

“ death is the ultimate equalizer ”

“ all have the right to be eaten ”

“ you’re not that good a liar  ,  and i’m not that stupid ”

“ your madness will be punished ”

“ come to receive your punishment then ? ”

“ the damage is done ”

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Living with a sibling had become rather difficult to say the least, he loved his younger brother dearly more then anything in the world though things occur that can be tiresome the odds in which they stood was the main one. Thor loud by nature and pair that with Baby Groot, well it is that of chaos - still stuck in Viking ways in a sense. Stretching his legs to let his sibling calm down after he broke something of some kind of value to the other, Groot perched himself on one of his broad shoulders, nestling in his collar bones to lean grazing up at the sky above and toying with one of Thor’s braids whilst listening to Thor complain about it being the object’s fault for being so fragile. When he felt a thump against his body, craning his neck down to meet the darken gaze of the other, cocking his head to side-eye Groot on his shoulder. I am Groot fell from the tree sap’s little mouth from their conversation before they run into this person, nodding his head in thought whilst it tilted back down to the smaller male. “You carry such wisdom beyond your age, Groot.” He agreed with the tree, he was going to bypass the other as he was nothing to him but Groot tapped on him to acknowledge the other, causing him to huff a heavy puff from his chest. “Forgiveness is granted to you, Midgardian.” Looking over his front to see if anything happened to be noticeably wrong with him which at the moment nothing was astray, his hand ironed over his clean shirt something that was an improvement from when he was last in Gotham. “The same as I was before you bumped into me.” 

Victor looked around the place he’d now called home, it was quite the step down from his castle but this seemed to be where the most powerful people seemed to be calling home for the time being so he’d just finished fixing up this sorry excuse of a penthouse into something fitting for the king that he was when he decided he needed to stock up on a food and given the lateness in the day he might as well order take out when he returned from the store. Gotham hadn’t changed much in his opinion as he made his way over to the store he was thinking all the things he’d required when he bumped into someone. “Forgive me. My mind was away at the moment, are you alright?” @fallengothamstarters​

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Running late to such grande occasion happened to be a consistency in Thor’s life, the god of thunder had been in the land down under for the past month or so needing some personal time to himself and to lose some weight - taking his mother’s advice in eating a salad. Strides of purpose carry him over to the foot of the steps, noticing the pool of material that draped up to the blonde and as he got closer, polity to greet in passing was foiled by the woman’s viper like tongue. His boot balanced on the ledge of the stair still weight on his back leg to centre him to the earth as he looked down upon her. “I fear you are terribly mistaking me for someone who’d be foolish enough to consume watered down spirits.” He returned to her, part of him missed the respect people had for them back in the viking era. Flattening out his lapel of his jacket, his brows knitted together at her next statement. “Even siblings have trouble sharing, so there isn’t a point to your statement. There is a thing of self-growth maybe flex your mind on that might bang out the sharing issue you happen to have.” 

Babs had made her way outside for some air, and now she sat on the vast front steps, skirt pooling around her feet. She leaned against one of the stone balustrades, the bottle of scotch she’d nicked from Bruce’s study in one hand. She took occasional sips from it, her eyes distant as she was lost in her own thoughts. She didn’t hear the other person approaching until they were right next to her, and she didn’t look up. “If you want some, you’re going to have to find your own bottle,” she said. “I’m not very good at sharing. A side effect of growing up as only child, I suppose.”

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SHARK BEACH with Chris Hemsworth (2021)

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Thor: Ragnarok (2017) dir. Taika Waititi

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A failure to shake the darkness plaguing his broken soul, understandably he and Loki were battling against their own versions of draugar and it was forcing the brothers into the safety of the other. For the first time in both their lives, they needed their brother more then either would want to let on. There was a difference in his younger brother, being he allowed Thor’s help strange indeed but Thor cannot pass it by as he has mourned his brother countless of times but the recent one hurt the most because there was no coming back from that, believing he’d go about his days without him. Thankfully, he came to this version of Misgard and well, his brother was here. Baby Groot had been snoozing with his headphones on to not be woken by Thor if he had an episode of nightmares, apparently tonight was the night that he faced one of them and how it was Thanos taking this Loki from Thor, along with his new brother Groot. Shallow breathing from stirring himself awake rottenly so, his hands holding up his body and he was clothed in some strange band shirt he stolen from Tony’s closet and his hair was in a messy, messy ponytail - untrimmed braids and matting from not brushing his hair for a period of time. Trying to laugh off Loki, like he always did and hoping his brother would turn a blind eye. “Oh, brother... I am far more fearful of the sun rising.” He admitted, remembering the last of his brother’s words to him, replaying in his mind again and again. Catching his breath by holding it. “Anyway,” Thor breathed deeply with a smile just shy from meeting his eyes. “I am fine. I am sorry for waking you, dear brother.” Shifting to move to the edge of the bed to sit there, wrists on his knees. 

“you’ve  always  been  strong  for  me .   let  me  return  the  favor .” || @thunderbroker​

Loki knew plenty about nightmares he’d spend many a nights screaming himself awake knowing that he’d failed everyone, if found he’d be forced to play the role of the villain while, his mother and brother died while he did nothing. He didn’t want to plays the role the TVA had given him so he’d ran. Right into the Thor so it seemed, he’d never admit to the thunder but he was beyond happy to see him. He’d though his entire family killed but seeing this broken Thor killed a piece of him. So when he heard screams coming from his guest bedroom he didn’t hesitate to make his way into the room waking up the other. The words left his mouth before he could even think of stopping them but Thor looked so broken curled up in the bed. “Come now Brother…I thought I was the one scared of the dark….” 

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petergcrdon​:

Peter couldn’t help but laugh as Thor spoke, a grin spreading across his face. “I don’t know if a prosthetic eye in Gotham would look as cool as yours,” he said, with a little laugh. “Maybe I’d just walk around with an eyepatch.” He laughed again. “No, I didn’t lose an eye, this is mine,” he said, pointing to the blue iris just barely visible among the bruising. 

Large tree trunk like arms returned back to the comfort of protecting his chest, personally it was his normal stance with strangers due to Loki stabbing him so when they were children. Though from the bruising of the other’s eye he doubted he’d be able to get the jump on the mighty god. “No, I was gifted this one by a space rabbit... Uh-” He mused, breathing to begin on his tangent. “Fidus Achates, comes to mind when I ponder up at the stars of him, knowing well enough that he is blasting at creatures ten times his size. Fearless warrior.” He mused at the younger male. Offering a small nod of nostalgia of Rocket the Rabbit. “Yes, I still have my own eye patch in my items... Hang on...” He started to pull his belongings out of the burlap like bag, pulling out Mjölnir and then Stormbreaker dropping them both at his feet with heavy thuds. Crouching down to be swallow by the stack to try to get a better look but nope. Retreating back. “I can’t find it at the moment but it would’ve made you look tough... not to be messed with as you have a soft face which people may believe they can walk all over you.” He admitted to the young man. “Oh,” Thus Thor got in Peter’s personal space to peer at the blue iris, taking note at the bruising and swallowing. “Who did this to you again?”

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Planked out on the furtherest edge of Tony’s bed, on his side to take up less space for the spread-eagled teammate, his own head propped up on his palm instead of the pillow as he peered down at him. “I am afraid to inform you my friend that you are in fact teeny. I have no quells against this Shaq you talk about nor do I have a clue of them. I am speculating he is a Midgardian giant or a furry that I keep hearing about.” He clarified not knowing who this Shaq is being to consumed in other things since his return to Midgard, he hasn’t stopped too relax in life in years. Brows knitted together watching the feline like movements from Stark, trying to contain the laughter at the other, wearing a very stretched out ACDC shirt from Tony’s collection because couch surfing meant what is theirs is now his. “Not unless I claim this bedding as my own, doubt you can stop me metal man.” He teased, quick to start stretching out over the bed and even Tony, becoming a starfish himself. “You need a larger bed... if I am in your quarters.” 

“How can you be such a bed hog? You’re so tiny!”- @thunderbroker​​

Tony was star-fished on the bed, arms and legs spread out, and he didn’t bother to lift his head to look at Thor. “First of all, I am not tiny, you are just freakishly large. Shaq would look like a little bunny standing next to you.” He stretched luxuriously like a cat before sitting up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “And second of all, it’s my bed. One of the perks of being a perpetual bachelor is that I get to keep my bed all to myself.”

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Endgame AU

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This kid was like a broken record, they had been stuck in this bloody escape room for like an hour and to be honest, Thor gave up after stepping into the room. Believing it would give him a break from everyone but no he was stuck with this midgardian with a fucking chip on his shoulder, he had started snoozing on the armchair in the room. Shifting his weight to get more comfortable in the fake leather. “You’re the only one wanting out.” He mused with shut eyes. 

     “If I can’t crack this, none of us are going anywhere so I strongly suggest that you either help me or get out of the way” he huffed impatiently, not enjoying being trapped in the smaller space with the other for so long. Damian appreciated having an escape when it came to interacting with others, so this was less than ideal. “Maybe I can get signal and look it up..”

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Arms folded over his chest, hiding the sweat bands on his wrists whilst Peter barely took a breath, reminded him a bit of Banner and Stark when they got on the science non-senses which Thor wasn’t fluent in no one besides those nerds are. Jokingly, pointing to that golden eye of his and drawing an invisible circle around it. “You could have one of these... pretty certain my father is laughing wherever he maybe - sawing I only saw things half the picture. Anyway, point is did you lose an eye?”  It was war stories to Thor, midgardian version so no fun tales of killing the king of fire giants or ventures in the realms - he’d have to make do. 

“Oh, well, I know it looks bad, but it’s really not that big of a deal,” Peter said, gesturing to his eye. A bruise ringed the delicate skin, standing out against his fair complexion. “Somebody caught me in the eye with his elbow when I was wrestling him into the cell. He was, uh…” He held up his hand far above his own head to indicate how much taller the man had been. “I probably shouldn’t have tried to handle him on my own, I guess. But it’s fine, really. I can open my eye now, at least.”

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CHRIS HEMSWORTH on set of Thor: Love And Thunder 27/5