#thrvma

u have a what on me quill what was that i couldnt hear u

@thrvma | Starter call

“So you must be Thor.”

grandmaster voice: tickle tickle tickle,

@thrvma

Angrboda wasn’t sure exactly how she got herself into this situation. Playing drinking games alone with Thor and complaining about Loki on a night when no one was around to bother them. But, she wasn’t exactly complaining. 

Their all had not been enough.

They had not been enough.

He had not been enough.

With much difficulty and jostling, a dazed Bruce Banner emerged from the battered Hulkbuster (no Hulk to bust, this time), slowly making his way toward the survivors...the half of the heroes left to defend half a planet. His steps stalled, gaze lowering as he encountered Vision’s form, broken, ashen grey...

You deserved better than this.

His gaze rose, taking in a kneeling, broken Steve Rogers--the man who knelt to no one. Natasha stood over him, a support, Rhodey near, a few newly met and a strange faces meeting his. There were far too many empty spaces between them. All were tense, all in shock, all bracing themselves for yet another disappearance, a delayed cruelty. Who else could be taken?

However, much of his concentration diverted as he finally spotted a familiar face he had dreaded, mourned would be lost forever hours before and feared to have been gone these past minutes. Much like when seeing Tony Stark’s face once more, Bruce Banner hoped. Utter relief and muted joy appeared on his features, although...the joy faded somewhat, noting the God of Thunder stood alone.

Loki...oh god.

His pace quickened, near a run, a hint of terror--for what if Thor would be next to disappear, right before his eyes? 

“Thor!” 

It was the only warning the thunderer received before the significantly shorter man embraced him, a low intake, exhale of breath as emotion rose within him. Thor was alive. He was alive. “You’re alive.” He vocalized the dominant thought, his tone nigh cracking again as it had when proclaiming his death. Alive...but at what cost? He thinks it too high. 

     Mead may not have been the trickster’s drink of choice, he tended to gravitate more towards the more lush and fanciful beverages (mainly... expensive wines). But, it was ALCOHOL and at the moment, that was all that seemed to matter to the Aesir.