#stormharbinger

Annoyance was clear on her face when the god hooked her up by the waist and lifted her up to be eye level with him. His arrogance was nauseating--it reminded her a great deal of her ex-boyfriend Adonis, which only made his touch that more unwelcome. 

Realistically, a kiss was a small favor to ask for when it came to the gods but Meg didn’t like the audacity that came with asking such things of her. She wanted to believe that she was worth more than her flesh. Hooking an arm around the god’s neck she leaned in, seemingly complying to his demand. However, she’d stop just short of his lips and grin. “Oh, I almost forgot, I’ve sworn off manhandling.” 

     THE DARK NIGHT BROUGHT WITH IT MANY FELL BEINGS. Underneath fair skin, the flowing ichor thrums with war and exhilaration. Fea roaring to come out, to overflow, to fight! Broad sword splits into runic shards poised for offensive measures, hovering around the pair with their backs against each other. Elven eyes glow with the same light of stars far above them, his temperature is a rising fire with every inch of divinity that pours out into the atmosphere. Air cackles with sparks as words came out in a low, feral growl, ❝Leave none alive.❞ It is them, or us.

thor means well.  he genuinely believes that there’s nothing wrong with asking for help from a friend.  and clint really wants to believe that.  he wants to believe that opening his mouth,  detailing everything that’s wrong,  and asking for help won’t mean a damn thing.  that it won’t mean that he owes thor down the line.  that it won’t mean thor is going to look at him differently.  newsflash,  barton,  he’s already looking at you differently.  that’s pity in his eyes.  

                  ––––––––   ❛   is   it   not   considered   rude   to   trespass   on   another   god’s   territory  ??   or,   perhaps   the   rules   have   changed,   and   someone   failed   to   inform   me.   ❜

                                  send alec nudes  // accepting *!

@stormharbinger ;;

No shit. One of the hardest aspects of her job is to understand that yeah, she isn’t the strongest kid left on the playground and yeah, demigods exist. It’s a hard pill SHIELD has left her to swallow, but some people make it easy -- after all, it doesn’t hurt to fight alongside a freaking prince of Asgard, wherever that is. Wiping the small speckle of blood forming at the corner of her mouth, Echo groans as she surges from the rubble, gun prompt on her knee. Clearly a handgun isn’t going to do shit against this enemy, but ‘stubborn’ is a middle name acquired by those who can’t seem to take the hint that this fight isn’t quite for them.