#ofmockingjay

ACCIDENTAL  NUDES   !

       holy  shit , is  that   ?    -  -  -    

        [    text  to  katniss   ]  ;   holy  shit   -  

        [    text  to  katniss   ]   ;   what  a  treat.

[ TEARS ] - sender/receiver/both are in tears, and as such, a hug is shared between them. [ RELIEF ] - sender gives receiver a relieved hug.

not  all  battles  can  go  the  way  they  were  intended  .  thor  never  plans  to  die  while  fighting  ,  his  courage  and  confidence  taken  him  a  long  long  way  in  this  world  .  never  does  he  plan  to  get  injured  ,  but  he  knows  that  he  can  never  guarantee  such  a  feat  .  thor  does  not  scar  easily  ,  but  even  if  he  has  to  wear  those  etched  into  his  skin  ,  mostly  from  some  near  death  experiences  .  no  one  has  bested  him  yet  and  the  god  of  thunder  tends  to  keep  it  that  way  .  

from  the  bottom  of  this  collapsed  building  ,  buried  among  the  debris  ,  thor  cannot  help  but  wonder  if  he’ll  have  another  one  to  speak  of  after  pulling  a  piece  of  steel  from  his  abdomen  with  a  loud  pained  scream  .  his  gaze  scans  the  environment  around  him  fixated  on  ways  of  escaping  and  the  best  route  to  do  so  .  time  ticks  by  .  minute  by  minute  .  thor  cannot  help  but  think  about  the  injury  that  has  weakened  him  but  letting  that  stop  him  from  escaping  this  place  .  

sounds  outside  the  large  pile  of  rubble  that  pin  him  in  are  muffled  .  what  he  makes  out  has  the  rest  of  the  chaos  that  caused  this  to  come  down  around  him  and  the  voices  of  those  that  may  be  searching  for  him  .  in  the  midst  of  it  all  ,  HER  VOICE  can  be  found  .  it’s  raspy  and  full  of  terror  enough  that  it  motivates  him  to  move  faster  .  a  piece  of  steel  tossed  to  the  side  ,    a  section  of  wall  pushed  .  none  of  this  should  be  this  hard  for  THE  MIGHTY  THOR  ,  but  he  supposes  this  would  be  impossible  for  anyone  else  .  

finally  after  minutes  that  he  swears  are  hours  ,  daylight  breaks  throught  he  debris  .  fresh  air  hits  him  allowing  him  to  take  in  a  deep  breath  of  air  to  fill  his  lungs  .  he  is  almost  there  and  with  a  final  bout  of  strength  ,  the  rest  at  the  surface  is  pushed  away  so  the  thunderer  can  claw  the  rest  of  the  way  to  freedom  .  hands  grab  him  which  only  lead  to  grunts  of  anguish  to  be  set  into  motion  .  the  injury  is  dire  and  the  god  stumbles  to  the  ground  holding  his  side  .  

blue  eyes  blink  a  little  too  long  but  suddenly  hands  grasp  at  his  face  ,  thor  just  a  little  too  dazed  to  for  his  brain  to  register  quickly  .  when  his  chin  is  tilted  up  and  he  is  staring  back  into  stormy  gray  eyes  that  seem  to  have  let  the  rain  loose  and  a  few  of  his  own  are  shed  .  still  he  smiles  to  show  a  bit  of  resolve  .    

                              ❝    you  scared  me  to  death  !!    ❞  

meme: happiness begins lyric starters status: accepting

          ❝ i don’t. ❞

     his teeth are clenched tight, words he can’t form stuck in his throat & he wishes he could say something else, something more positive, more comforting to the girl he thinks he’s supposed to love, but everything about her is hazy. so many of his memories feel glossed over, retouched, TAINTED, but they’re still so hard to tell apart from the rest of them. he can’t trust himself, he wants to, but he can’t. & he doesn’t want her to trust him either — that much he’s sure of.

          ❝ maybe i did, before the capitol, before the venom, but not—  ❞ he swallows, a nod shaking his head & he looks down at his feet, half wishing her gaze wasn’t so piercing but at least it meant there was no running from it. so he looks back up at her, his next words leaving his mouth with a sigh.  ❝ —not anymore. everything i know is telling me not to trust you, not to believe a word you’re saying, but i really want to. ❞

     he’s not sure where he’s going with this, his thoughts seem as jumbled as his memories. he’s too focused on the lump in his throat, the tightness in his chest, & the stare of katniss’ eyes that seem to strip him bare. his voice is so soft, so quiet, as if speaking too firmly would break things beyond the already shattered pieces that made up his mind.

          ❝ i’m still... i’m still learning... how to figure out, what’s real... & what’s a lie. ❞ his words are broken up, spaces between them far too large but she doesn’t rush him, & for that he’s thankful. ❝ so teach me everything, ❞ he finally gets out, a little more resolve in his voice, more determined & sure of his words than before. ❝ teach me all the things i’m supposed to know about you. because all i know right now, is that i still feel anger... when i look at you. but i feel sad that i’m angry. it’s confusing & i don’t know what to feel. ❞ there’s another pause, his brow furrowing the slightest bit, before he’s able to speak again. ❝ katniss... ❞

     he hates this. he hates himself. he hates everything that’s happened around them, to them. he never asked for any of it. & he thought he was stronger than this. he thought he could make it through without letting it, without letting them change him. & yet here he was, just barely crawling out the other side. & he’d been so changed he wasn’t sure who he even was anymore. he thinks he had been strong & kind, that he only wanted to see the best in people, & now? he’d become a killer, a monster. he had attacked katniss thinking she needed to be killed, as if that would somehow have fixed things. but now the only thing he’s trying to fix is himself & it seems like a much harder task than anything he’d overcome before.

' i'm not sure i should leave you alone. '  / /  prompts for your feels 

his  demeanor  is  tense  ,  boots  traipse  along  heavily  along  the  floor,  pacing  over  and  over  again  .  the  upcoming  STORM  is  one  that  thor  cannot  guarantee  himself  to  remain  unscathed  ,  much  less  any  other  person  .  thor  is  not  often  worried  about  himself  ,  and  now  is  not  one  of  those  time  ,  but  the  fact  remains  .  if  he  cannot  protect  himself  how  can  he  promise  it  to  those  that  trust  him  ??    

the  frustrations  run  bone  deep  ,  seeps  into  his  very  core  until  that  anger  he’s  buried  deep  starts  bubbling  towards  the  surface  .  that  fury  is  a  part  of  him  and  the  thunderer  hates  what  it  makes  him  become  .    he  hears  footsteps  in  the  distance  and  it  takes  a  moment  to  find  the  words  along  with  a  crack  of  his  knuckles  .    ❝    it  would  be  unwise  to  be  in  my  presence  right  now  .  ❞

her  gait  and  footfalls  are  familiar  enough  to  him  by  now  ,  but  that  does  not  stop  him  from  wishing  she  would  leave  him  be  for  now  .  she  should  not  have  to  be  subjected  to  his  foul  mood  .    

                  i’m  not  sure  i  should  leave  you  alone  .  

She finds him across the bed, sitting with his back to her, taking in the morning. It's always such a sight to see, the curve of his shoulders and the rise and fall of his chest - and no time is ever wasted. Cool palms find his back, ghosting over the muscles that twitch against her touch, lips settling at that sweet spot where the back of his neck and shoulder meet. It lingers, a whisper of hot breath, letting her arms and hands shift to Thor's chest to pull him close. "G'morning," just before another kiss is trailed down to his shoulder blades. "... sorry I kept you waiting."

here  on  midgard  ,  thor  makes  a  note  to  open  as  many  windows  as  he  can  since  humans  insist  on  surrounding  themselves  by  four  walls  that  seem  just  a  bit  too  suffocating  for  someone  that  hails  from  asgard  .    on  his  own  realm  ,  nothing  but  open  air  awaits  him  in  the  comfort  of  his  own  chambers  and  barely  any  walls  or  windows  .  the  more  time  he  spends  here  ,  the  more  the  god  adjusts  but  he  would  still  prefer  the  fresh  air  as  much  as  possible  .  at  times  ,  he  feels  slightly  guilty  should  anyone  he  is  close  to  be  subjected  to  discomfort  as  a  result  of  his  own  ways  ,  but  compromises  have  been  made  and  katniss  doesn’t  seem  to  mind  .  thankfully  .  

❝ i didn't know there was a contest goin' on! but we should'a guessed it! seems like everybody's tryin' to conquer the universe these days! ❞

Time, like every thing in their lives recently, seems to have come to a standstill - with Thanos gone and loss still heavy on their shoulders with no time to grieve, she's not surprised to see Thor out this time of morning by himself. Heavy shoulders and tired eyes, it appears that even Gods lose sleep, and katniss sits next to him, expecting nothing from him in return - rests her head against his arm anyway. "Figured you'd like the company even if we didn't talk."  / /  random shenanigans   / /  always accepting 

with  everything  ,  seemingly  ,  calm  for  now  ,  the  healing  can  begin  .  it  won’t  be  in  a  day  or  a  week  ,  but  finally  the  thunderer  can  breathe  for  the  first  time  in  what  seems  like  ages  .  in  truth  ,  it  has  been  .  ever  since  that  moment  thanos  had  proven  his  failute  thor  had  been  on  a  downward  spiral  that  lasted  five  years  .    there  is  still  a  lot  to  contemplate  and  a  lot  to  consider  .  his  time  in  new  asgard  has  mostly  been  wasted  ,  but  now  is  the  chance  to  rectify  that  with  every  fiber  of  his  being  .  make  up  for  lost  time  and  wasted  potential  when  he  was  too  defeated  to  do  much  of  anything  .  

he  sits  out  in  the  open  air  ,  its  brisk  enough  to  see  his  breath  but  he  does  not  mind  it  .  never  has  .  the  darkness  still  reigns  over  the  early  morning  and  he’ll  regret  not  finding  the  moments  for  rest  later  ,  but  for  now  the  cold  allows  for  a  clear  mind  .    katniss  appears  and  simply  leans  against  him  ,  his  cheek  pressing  into  the  top  of  her  head  .  the  contact  more  than  welcome  even  if  words  aren’t  really  willing  to  come  at  the  moment  .  simple  contemplation  at  its  best  and  at  least  she  does  not  try  to  force  what  is  on  his  mind  .