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Well ello there, and welcome to my blog ^^ Below you’ll find some useful linkage to things that might be of interest. My inbox is always open for asks and questions you might have. At the moment of writing ( August 2021 ) our main verse is set post-Ragnarok in the MCU, and it will stay that way for now. I have no intention of seeing Love & Thunder until I can download it somewhere somehow, and I’m pretty sure I will not be adopting anything from that movie. Please check out the links below for anything you might want to know - sprinkles confetti on ya -

|| Marvel Thor Indie RP ||
MCU with some comic and myth influences.||
Semi-canon divergent ||
Influenced by personal headcanons.
Semi-selective

NSFW content present & tagged
Timezone: GMT+1
Written by: Mir

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You are so intense. Like a storm. It’s shocking how intense you are.
Francesca Lia Block, Blood Roses (via thoughtkick)
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As the morning peaked over the horizon, some of it filtering through the thick canvas that sheltered them, the Jötun Prince woke. Sluggishly, as if he had never once in his life risen at dawn to train every day since childhood. Face flattened and mouth open into a mass of warmth and muscle that, after a moment, registered as one Thor, or well, the back of one Thor. A still snoring Thor that had been crushed and used as Haetta’s pillow without complaint or issue, apparently. The weight of Haetta shifted then with a semi-conscious, confused huff, teeth clamping lightly over a visible bruise now bright and cheerfully purple-yellow on the golden slab of his lover’s shoulder.

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[ ϟ ]—– So peaceful as his slumber had been, so prickling and provoking was his waking, nerves firstly registering a sharp sting. Then, still semi-conscious, came the slow and languid awakening of the rest of him, the pleasant glow beneath his skin where sleep still attempted to remain, the dull aches that were dolloped across the vast expanse of his shoulders, weight against his back that was distinctly cooler than his own form.

‘ Violence before breakfast…. elskaður …. how unwise of you….’ 

A lion-like stretch and curl, ever so casual and relax to the untrained eye, the act itself however a very calculated move to rub himself closer to the other.

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[ ϟ ]—– The nuisance had moved, quite unexpectedly, an unpleasant and quite sudden distraction that forced sharp ceruleans to shift focus quickly towards the Jotunn.

’ You know bloody well I can not!’

Temper rose as swiftly as the expulsion of smoke-riddled, breathy growl came, always lingering under the surface of hardened, unyielding scales, and so easily prodded by the other.

Most certainly now, when coiling in and onto one another, where there was barely any room to exist with two massive forms and equally massive wings, the Asgardian suppressed another growl, shifting a claw only an inch away from it’s previous spot

’ Be quiet ! ’

Jaw snaps in warning, only a hair breadth away from the hackles nearby.

’ The nest appears abandoned, however, looks can be deceiving. Do not test me, find some patience.’

@frostkingoftheapocalypse

Decisions require sight, Odinson.

A snout in Thor’s wing-pit, a warning puff of colder air - by Auðumbla’s tits, his voice was as secretive as it would ever be, only his barrel-chested tone drew it to Thor’s dense ears. Thor’s golden scales rattled with Hætta’s displeasure,

Move your wing or lose it. I will not ask again.

[ ϟ ]—– Here then several curses are released, grunting, husky and rough, deep and rumbling noises that mingle with the harsh rustling of the leaves above the clot of dragon limbs, tails, wings…  There was no fear in the Asgardian, only annoyance at the tactical disadvantage he could potentially suffer if something was guarding the nest. Perhaps it simply bided its time, lay in waiting to strike, and above all else the aspect of lightning loathed to lose.

‘ Very - well.’  Scoffs barely deserving to be considered words, and he finally shifts then, fiery red and orange feathers scraping the frost dragon as if the wing itself wished to taunt him.

‘ Look…. coloring is most unusual, the size of it quite average…. I have never seen a nest constructed in such a poor manner  however… 

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CATTELL  16  FACTOR  TEST  !

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Warmth                         ||||||||||||||||||||||||78%
Intellect                         ||||||||||||||||||58%
Emotional Stability        |||||||||||||||42%
Aggressiveness            ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||82%
Liveliness                      ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||82%
Dutifulness                    ||||||||||||38%
Social Assertiveness     ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||86%
Sensitivity                      ||||||||||||||||||58%
Paranoia                        |||||||||||||||50%
Abstractness                  ||||||||||||||||||||||||74%
Introversion                    |||||||||||||||42%
Anxiety                           |||||||||||||||||||||70%
Openmindedness           |||||||||||||||||||||66%
Independence                |||||||||||||||42%
Perfectionism                 |||||||||||||||||||||66%
Tension                          |||||||||||||||46%

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tagged by stolen from: @tharanduil

tagging: all da gang

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igneacor asked:

“…is it really you?” It had been years since Asgard, the gilded halls, the golden sham. Years since the brutal war that turned their homes on one another. But she never forgot the days of yore, the puerile joy, the celebrations, when they were but children sans responsibility. Today, they both stand as kindling for politics and war.

“Thor. Dare I still call you a friend?”

( @igneacor

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[ ϟ ]—– A shift occurs within his gaze;  within nearly-dulled cerulean, the shade seemingly set into a darkened blue for quite some time now, a flicker emerges, a barely-visible spark of something, familiarity, the beginnings of joy perhaps…

The gesture he makes is a habit that would not ever leave him, so ingrained in his being it had become that hand moves to heart on it’s own accord, the half-bow performed in equally eased, well-practiced manner.

‘ Since I have come before you as such, I dare say you are more than allowed to.’ 

Courtesies, friendliness, diplomacy. All of equal import to wield at the rightful times, yet it was difficult to wield them now when it was so utterly comforting to regard a remnant of a past he cherished so deeply.

‘ I hope you have been faring well … Se-Vhan.’  

Never would he accomplish the proper pronunciation of her name, her true name, his tongue still struggling to form the vowels in an accurate, accent-free fashion, yet he would try nonetheless.

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👀 have you smooched your weather goddess today?

[ ϟ ]—– Hours, nay, an eternity had passed since this morning and his arms had cradled all the warmth and light she had to offer, and the craving for her had only been slightly satisfied with but one kiss today.

’ Not nearly enough,’ comes a gruff, faux-displeased statement, words punctuated with a smothering, bruising kiss.

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Anonymous asked:

👀 + a question: would you settle for a human lover knowing they'd eventually die before you?

[ ϟ ]—– Whatever doubt had plagued him regarding loving a mortal, whatever concerns he might have had in the past, in the grand scheme of things, in the face of life moving all-too quickly and moments fleeting so swiftly it sometimes dazzled him, he had learned - and perhaps accepted - that the craving was stronger than the ache.

’ I have, and would, and would always do so, without a second thought.’

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Loss was inevitable, he would never be shielded from pain and suffering, and plenty of it he had endured… and survived. The greatest joy, and the one thing that endured all of it, the one thing was felt and cherished even beyond death and disconnect, was the love that was given and received.

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Anonymous asked:

👀 + a question: do you think you could still rule one day and do a good work?

[ ϟ ]—– Belief, expectations, convictions.

All had perished in the same way as the world they had been forged on, strong and resilient in one moment, destroyed and vanished in the next.

And much like the god himself, they had to be re-established, re-constructed, forged into being once more in another form, equally as strong and unyielding as before.

Ruling was given a new definition, far removed from what it had been when father carried the Spear and their world still existed.

’ My task is no longer to govern my people or their life,’ and perhaps something akin to relief was audible in the god’s voice then. For had that not been the bane of his all-too-long life, to sit upon a throne far removed from life itself and the very people that made it worth living? Guiding and passing judgement, acting in the name of the greater good without consideration or compassion?

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’ My work is now, and will always be, service to my kind and the great Nine beyond my own world. Now more then ever I know what is expected of me, and if there is one thing I know how to do is to exceed expectations.’

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👀 + what's the first failure you can remember? 👀 when are you applying for citizenship? You've been living in America's ass for years.

[ ϟ ]—– The past held a treasure trove of experiences, one more pleasant than the other, some carefully tucked into the depths of his memories but none truly lost, or impossible to easily recall once more.

Although he had wished to be able to do so, toss pain and disappointment from his mind, cast out any scene from his youth that had scarred or fueled his disenchantment with himself.

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Lessons learned from fiascos had the annoying tendency to ingrain themselves deeply.

’ Upon the training grounds I lost my balance and fell face forward in a pile of dust and dung. Granted, I did attempt to wield a sword twice my size, and it was a valiant effort. A most humiliating situation indeed.’

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[ ϟ ]—– A clacking sound with his tongue precedes the birth of wide, smugly curling smile.

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’ You think I have not received such already? Marriage tends to come with certain privileges you see. Quite a few of them actually, I have been legally enjoying living in said ass for quite some time.’

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Anonymous asked:

👀 + a question: what are your plans for your future? Do you think you can have a partner and kids?

[ ϟ ]—– It had become nothing more but a mere twinge, deep within his being, a miniscule and barely-present flutter of something that once would have a been a clear, deeply felt warmth. Hope, as with other things that had been shattered and maimed by experiences from the past, had been all but stifled and buried under grief, yet, as with the majority of what was good and joyful in this world, it refused to die out entirely.

It reared its head more strongly then, as he considered his answer, because forming the words required him to envision and imagine something he had not dare think of for a long time.

’ I do not tend to plan much these days,’ thunderer’s smile emerges, his words a pleasant, almost content-sounding rumble, ’ and the list of what I wish to achieve grows ever longer and longer. However, I intend to continue on this path of rebuilding, connecting, forging a better world, whether upon this soil or elsewhere. And a family…’

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He should have abolished the notion of ever having one of his very own, and yet there it was again, that sliver of heat that now swirled in his chest, stronger than it had been a moment ago.

’ I believe that I will receive such a gift, in the future…’

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Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

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No deleting questions, either!

(( this might help….

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untamedtempest:

russelldauterman:

DEMON DAYS: RISING STORM variant cover — drawn by me, colored by Matt Wilson! ⚡️🌩 Part of Peach Momoko’s gorgeous reimagining of Marvel characters.

@asgardianhammer

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iamnmbr3:

vulgarloon:

thegoodlannister:

I think, for me, what really highlights how much the other Avengers can just never ever get what Thor and Loki have and what Thor and Loki are

is just the sheer breadth of time their relationship has spanned - how staggeringly long these two have known each other, have been at each other’s sides and each other’s backs and each other’s throats. 

it’s easy to forget watching the Avengers, I think, because the setting is largely so mundane that it doesn’t seem to fit that Loki and Thor are ancient in ways Tony and Steve and Natasha can’t even begin to comprehend.  but looking at the thor 2 trailer, there’s just this sense this these guys have known each other for millennia, that they’ve lived together and fought together and talked together and loved each other and hated each other longer than the lives of the rest of the Avengers combined.

so how could we expect that anyone might understand that Thor and Loki’s single year of being enemies is nothing to the thousands of years they’ve been brothers and friends and more?  a drop in a bucket of overflowing lifetimes.  to them, their year at odds is but an hour, a minute, that fleeting afternoon when you swore to your best friend you’d never talk to them again only to fall into each other’s arms the next day.

every thing about thor and loki is magnified tenfold, their shared history most of all, and I love love love that thor 2 doesn’t appear to shy away from their magnitude, from how distinctly un-human they are.

Oh my lord, yes! Totally agree!

YES. THANK YOU OPim tired of defending dark world by myself but really its a fantastic work that sets the stage for SO MUCHand its one of the last mcu movies to truly let itself be dark and strange and awe inspiring in a way that alienates (pun) its audience (tags via @vulgarloon)

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