thunder.

past the blood and bruise, past the curses and cries, beyond the terror in the nightfall— haunted by the look in my eyes that would’ve loved you for a lifetime ; leave it all behind && there is happiness.

intro. private & selective thor odinson writing blog. exclusively mcu based, though i have verses for interactions with comic/myth characters. canon compliant through endgame. written by octavia, 21+. find me also on @moltenruins & @kingdomlit !! 

dni. please don’t follow me if you write horror (my one exception here is repo! the genetic opera!!)  i also generally do not follow back blogs with the handmaid’s tale verses. if u have mids*mmar muses on ur blog ( or if u use icons / reblog gifs / etc from said film ) and u follow me i will block u so fast and then i will personally haunt ur nightmares! :) do not follow me if you are under 18; i prefer that partners i interact with heavily ooc are 21 or over. 

rules. i unfollow for: vaguing (tagged/untagged), negativity (untagged), and marvel criticism (untagged). if you believe thor to be abusive, then our portrayals will not be compatible as i disagree pretty strongly with these interpretations of canon and i don’t want to make you uncomfortable! i do not participate in exclusivity (ship or otherwise),  nor do i expect it from any of my partners! very duplicate friendly -- the more thor love the merrier! that being said, i have a zero tolerance policy for people that allow their dupe anxiety to negatively affect other rpers. 

writing. i am prioritizing plotted threads with my mutuals right now as i have limited time to write and want to focus on my developed dynamics,  but non-mutuals are always welcome to send plot ideas to my inbox! i would prefer that those not on my mains list not turn answered asks into threads without asking me first.

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curled   beneath   a   quilt  ,    muted   tv   casting   flickering   light   across   the   darkened   living   room  ,    loki   inexplicably   startles   when   his   brother’s   bedroom   door   cracks   open  ,    head   jerking   up   and   around   to   stare   as   thor   emerges.        “      what   are   you   doing   up?      ”        a   pause.        “      did   the   television   disturb   you?      i   couldn’t   sleep.      ”        not   an   apology  ,    exactly  ,    but   as   close   to   one   as   he’ll   offer.

thor shoots his younger sibling what might be a scathing look,  were he capable of such vitriol.  as it is,  it just comes off a little pouty. “ you’re having fun. ”  the reminder almost comes off as a question,  but thor huffs and folds his arms over his chest before he can seem too pitiful.  after all,  no ( future ) king of asgard would make a fool out of himself to get his sibling’s attention.  

“ you’d be having more fun if you hadn’t pissed hela off. don’t implicate me next time,  by the way.  i had nothing to do with that thing in the throne room,  and i resent -- ” no,  he doesn’t ; he’s honestly a little flattered loki would think of him in the first place. “ you dragging me into this.  what are we supposed to be finding,  anyways?  some kind of bird?  she can’t really care about the type. right?  loki,  are you even listening to me? ”

“ maybe i asked for too much. ”

this conversation stopped being one between the two of them long ago.  instead,  they sit by the fire or by the ocean,  barely present,  whispering words to the one whose loss. 

thor cannot yet conceive of a world in which every single breath does not remind him of loki,  nor of one in which this grief will feel like an old friend.  but he also cannot conceive of a world in which his sister is also lost in this hel forever.

so for the first time,  he stands,  offering her his hand,  shattering the pretense they have been sharing.