#ragnrok

Thor (2011) + Thor: Ragnarok (2017):

Thor: There won't be a kingdom to protect if you're afraid to act! The Jotuns must learn to fear me, just as they once feared you! Odin: That's pride and vanity talking, not leadership. You've forgotten everything I taught you about a warrior's patience. Thor: While you wait, and be patient, the Nine Realms laugh at us. The old ways are done! You'd stand giving speeches while Asgard falls! Odin: You are a vain, greedy, cruel boy! Thor:  And you are an old man and a fool! Odin: Yes, I was a fool to think you were ready. Thor Odinson, you have betrayed the express command of your king. Through your arrogance and stupidity, you have opened these peaceful realms and innocent lives to the horror and desolation of war! You are unworthy of these realms! You're unworthy of your title! You are unworthy of the loved ones you have betrayed. I now take from you your power! In the name of my father and his father before, I, Odin Allfather, cast you out! WHOEVER HOLDS THIS HAMMER, IF HE BE WORTHY, SHALL POSSESS THE HAMMER OF THOR.

Loki watched him with great speculation; unblinking as he listens to that faraway voice. instilled within him, both irritation and a heavy heart. there is rage that sits there, pushing through him in forms of an almost scoff. a biting anger, uncertainty lies ... a dog that doesn't understand why it bites. the gears have turned within his mind, teeth tightly press with locked jaw. he wants to be angered! he wishes for the malice they all assume to come, and yet ... tears threaten to spill. reeling back to every instance where they were burdened apart, every moment they were on an opposite end. what is once more, in terms of stance? "well, you sound like ... everyone else, don't you," each stride and step, carries heaviness of emerald cloth in sway of his asgardian threads. It was almost okay, wasn't it? Such reunion he craved, supposing it never mattered how.

what face does she wear when she slinks around the large stone pillar to find thor standing there ? the emerald silk of her dress caresses the column as she leans just forward enough so that all @ragnrok might see is the bright twinkle of her eyes, all green but for the damning shards of black.

" odinson ... " melodic and taunting. " wait a moment - " blonde brows furrow in visibly exaggerated confusion, the deep set lines of her forehead serving as the drastic contrast to the pout that tugs at the pillow of her bottom lip.

i can’t say i spent a lot of time in wayne manor before the snap,  but the moments i did have within its walls were never quiet.  there was always something happening -- a baby bat underfoot,  a kitty hiding out.  sometimes,  it felt like bruce was trying to keep the place as full as possible so there’d be no room left for all the ghosts.  i think that’s why this is the only place in gotham that’s felt right enough to settle in.  i couldn’t leave it empty,  is all i mean to say.  somebody had to keep the bat alive. 

not me,  of course.  i’m five foot zero and a little too recognizable.  i’ve been wearing one of barbara’s old suits when i absolutely have to,  but i much prefer red over purple,  and i’d rather fight without wearing a memory of my best friend.  but gotham needs batman,  and i’ve found just the man for the job . . . 

" it’s perfect. ”  i reach up,   adjusting the cowl so @ragnrok​ can actually see.  it’s a little tight ( he’s got so much fucking hair ),  and his beard is much bushier than bruce’s,  but i’m hoping we can just pass it off as batman going through it after thanos.  i mean,  does anyone look at him that closely,  to begin with?! “ how does it feel? ”

 jane couldn’t  help  but  stare at him  with her lips pressed together, all while wearing an expression  mixed  with both  curiosity and  whimsy. it left a lightness in  her  chest  quite unmatched with anything  she’s  felt  before.  they’ve  become  something of a relationship, though  more  in the spotlight than she would have liked, moments like these made up for it.

      words cut through period movie scene , distracting from the slow paced movements of skirts and handheld lanterns illuminating the night . she can still remember the moments , even though most is but a vague dream . “ i mean the whole , no electricity when people were terrified of shadows and leaves in the wind . i don’t miss the constant skirts , i’ll say that much . it was such a pain to clean and all the layers ... what a chore . ”

she knows full well she’s not a surprise anymore . they’ve danced this dance far too long . he knew when when she was around , he knew when she entered the building for sure . the only thing now was to wait for just a few more moments .. and then red lips turn up in a grin as she tips champagne flute towards familiar form . as always , crowd of guest melt away as she maintains eye contact .  “ hello marlowe . it’s been a while . miss me ? ” she doesn’t speak up , she didn’t need to , he could hear her just fine . she takes the smallest sip of her drink before biting her bottom lip . “ coming to join me or are you just gonna stand there and look all night ? i even came to you this time . ”