#araedi

'At midnight come to the place where our father left us'.

No matter what day Thor receives this, if he is to follow the instructions, an orange doorway appears before the stones where the family once sat. Beyond the door, Loki waits upon his throne in the Void, feeling the flow of his magics into the Tree.

"Hello again, brother. I believe you might have questions."

{☆} She had no desire to talk to anyone at the moment. There was painful, CRIPPLING silence in her head. Collapsed on the ground, the only sound she could make was soft keeling wails. They had LOST. 

Clea barely lifted her head when she felt the warm hand on her shoulder. It was easy to pin point who it was--but all she could focus on was the silence in her mind. Stephen was GONE. And so was their connection. She had felt his pain as he’d disappeared into nothing--and though that was past...an ache ripped through her chest. A migraine settled on the crown of her head, constantly reminding her that she was ALONE. 

“...he won,” she managed to whisper, her fingers clenched in the Wakandan soil. She doesn’t want to return to base with the Avengers. She wants to be left to her grief, to MOURN her love and to fade into the night. 

But they wouldn’t let her. 

She sits silently on the jet, arms curled around her knees as silent tears trickle down her cheeks. She was a young woman in the PRIME of her life, but as she lifted her head to look up at Thor, she resembled a grieving child with her big blue eyes full of tears.

Send Ɖ if your muse would like to dominate my muse and Ƨ if they’d like to be dominated by my muse

"You know I'm up for anything."

"..."

"Hang on..."

"Does that mean Nate would submit?"

     The tension starts to fade in the aftermath. There is rubble to be dealt with, civilians who have been displaced, and a crew taking care of anyone who might be trapped or injured. Of course, they have people who have been hurt within their ranks too, and it’s practically tradition for Natasha to seek out each team member briefly for a check-in. She calls it duty but her friends know that it is concern that drives her. 

     Thor is the most resilient of them, arguably, the one she has to worry about the least, but she cares anyway. Besides, out of all of them, Thor theoretically has the least to lose if this world goes haywire, having a separate home to go to. Still, Thor shows up for them, fights for them, protects them as if this realm was his own, and Natasha can’t even begin to express how grateful she is.

Considering how he looked, Natasha was rather certain that Thor needed to do more than just rest. With how he practically flopped down on the couch, she was starting to think that he could probably sleep for the next week. Which had her a bit worried about him and wondering what he had been through to have him appearing like that. 

“Are you sure about that?” She questioned softly, thinking of offering to make him something to eat. Or, perhaps, some coffee. It had her hesitating, a fact that was evident in the fact that she was chewing on her bottom lip. 

@araedi​​ Continued From: X

As the stranger made his attempt to sit upright, Anna instinctively put her hands up, ready to keep him ready should he sway. But in her concern, lied many questions deep within her, like who was he? How did he get here? And how is he so big and tall?!

The Queen remained still and silent, letting the man have a moment to collect his thoughts but as he inquired as to where they were, she tilted her head in confusion. Did he not know?

“Well, you’re in Arendelle! There was this...this big flash of light and I followed it, truthfully I thought it was a shooting star but clearly it’s not. Not unless you’re a star. Can stars take human form? At this point in my life and after all I’ve seen I wouldn’t be surprised to be honest...”, she chuckled nervously, tucking a stray hair behind her ear as she glanced over the man, searching for any further injuries, only finding that she had even more questions than before.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease,” he had whispered under his breath in the privacy of his cabin, clutching his compass in the manner of one wanting both to hug it and to throttle it. It wasn’t that the thing wasn’t working so much as its idea of ‘treasure’ didn’t want to settle and he strongly suspected it was to do with how fragmented his mind had become since returning from the dead.

No one was permitted to speak of the incident with the peanuts.

“Give me something valuable, some’ing unique. Something powerful. Anything to shut this lot up and help me out.”

It led them to an island, one as yet unsettled, teeming with beautiful wildlife and plenty to forage. Annoying though it would be to be stuck upon it, there were certainly worse places to plan a marooning. If there was to be mutiny, he supposed he’d manage. Out they rowed, he and half a dozen men, to the shore. They followed him with greed in their eyes, his more trusted crew members still aboard the Pearl.

Striding on along the path his compass led, the captain found his gaze drawn to the distant figure of a man. Too distant for him to yet take in the sheer size of him. By his skin tone he didn’t look to be native.

“Oi!” he cried, offering a salute in favour of implying any violent intent. “You! Speak English? Parlez-vous Français?”