#thundrer

the man is so unbelievably tall & built like a military fortress. he looks every bit the god he is supposed to be & bucky is thoroughly impressed. bucky returns the smile, feeling a little more confident as the other man seems to welcome the conversation.

@thundrer said: i fear no one.

          the adventure begins sentence starters

               "Least that makes one of us." Finn couldn't help but turn to the other for a moment before taking time to listen to the chaos that was to pursue them. He had blade in boot and bow and quiver resting against back, so if he wanted to he could stay and fight, but Finn was a survivalist first and this sort of skirmish isn't something he saw himself winning.

"You plan on going in like a berserker and taking several of these bandits down or are you gonna take the smarter option and leave?" There was no subtlety in tone, Finn making it clear that he had already made his choice.

𝐎𝐇,  𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑  at  the  sight  of  @thundrer  in  front  of  him;  emerald  gaze  harsh  and  yet  still  filled  with  the  utmost  mischief  they  always  had  seemed  to  be.  his  GRIN  remains  upon  his  features;  steps  slow  and  calculated  as  he  circles  his  𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  like  a  snake  getting  ready  to  strike.  "And  what  do  I  owe  the  honour,  brother?"  His  question  his  filled  with  curiosity,  and  yet  bitterness  all  the  same.  Feelings  towards  his  brother  were  mixed--Sometimes,  Loki  would  aid  him.  And  others,  he  would  provoke  or  keep  his  DISTANCE.  It  seemed  like  the  only  way  for  them  to  ‘get  along’.

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒  𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘  𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊  before  he  halts;  non  hostile;  head  tilting  curiously  to  the  side  before  his  posture  straightens,  a  low  hum  leaving  him  as  he  tries  to  calculate  Thor's  movements  and  possible  reasoning  (  could  he  even  reason  with  Loki?  Great  question  ).  His  hand  moves,  only  for  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑  to  examine  his  fingernails;  idly,  and  without  real  reason;  moreso  as  to  show  minor  disrespect  to  the  other.  "It  is  not  often  that  you  visit  me.  What  has  you  crawling  over  to  your  dear,  mischievous  brother  this  time,  hm?"

for  a  second  there,  he  believes  it  to  be  another  unfunny  joke  from  his  brother    —    from  what  he  had  noticed,  thor  learned  the  beauty  of  deceit  in  the  past  few  years  hanging  around  his  midgardian  friends  and  so  his  first  reaction  to  the  awfully  wrapped  present  was  a  raise of  an  eyebrows.        ‘  i  was  unaware  we  are  giving  each  other  presents  this  year,  brother.  ‘        loki  pops  the  last  remaining  grape  into  his  mouth  and  lifts  himself  to  his  feet,  smoothing  down  the  leathers  of  his  usual  green-on-black  attire.    already  reaching  for  the  box,  giving  it  a  shake  right beside  his  ear.        ‘  shall  i  expect  a  snake  to  jump  and  bite  my  nose?    or  a  huge  pile  of  crap?    i  would  not  put  it  past  you  to  express  your  feelings  toward  me  this  way.  ‘        another  shake,  then  a  sniff  and  when  he  feels  nothing  odd  and  nothing  moving,  loki  lets  out  a  slow  exhale.        ‘  well,  then.    let’s  see.  ‘

tearing  the  paper  apart  with  care,  one  bit  after  another  to  not  look  too  eager  for  the  reveal  of  his  present,  he  keeps  checking  thor’s  expression    —    waiting  for  him  to  do  something  foolish,  but  he  doesn’t  and    …    his  eyes  widen  at  the  sight  of  such  beauty.    so  golden,  the  emerald  so  shiny  and  matching  the  colours  of  his  preferable  aesthetics.        ‘  uh,  ‘        the  god  clears  his  throat.        ‘  that  is  unexpected.    oh  dear,  ‘        he  drops  the  box  and  the  papers  and  weighs  the  dagger  in  one  hand,  then  the  other,  stabbing  the  air  with  a  set  of  practiced  moves.        ‘  so  beautifully  made.    thank  you,  thor.  ‘        the  thank  you  comes  as  a  quiet,  respectful  and  nearly  bashful  sound.    but  appreciative  nevertheless.

THE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS is never the first thought in one’s head when considering ‘relaxation’.     but it is a home, with its grid-streets & steaming grates / street-seating & horns blaring.     𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.    every manner of human struts these wide sidewalks;   the ornery business man, the harried barista, the old lady with dyed hair & eight cats.     Peter knows this hub of humanity, he breathes the disarray like air.     despite everything, he loves this world —- he loves this slice of the universe he resides in.

❛     jeez, you really don’t get many days off, huh ?     ❜          Peter scratches at the skin of his cheek where his mask is bunched, the fabric biting into his nose.     he swallows the last bit of his hot dog     ( the fourth one )     & surreptitiously wipes his hand on the rooftop.          ❛     man, you should get out more.     like, do you ever wash that cape ?     kick up your feet & watch a bad movie ?     ❜

✉      //      A.      ➝       @thundrer

    there’s a trilling laugh that sounds in the night, steadily growing until she’s full out roaring with laughter ; cigarette in her hand unlit and forgotten for the moment as she wipes tears from her face and looks up at the blonde.   mirth and incredulity swirling together in a deep green gaze, bright with tears from the subsiding outburst.     come morning the story the norse god had shared might not be all that funny, but right now, mind pleasantly abuzz with the effects of good scotch ; it was near damn the funniest thing she’d heard in a long time.   still reeling from the amusement she manages to gulp down a few breaths of air before cocking an eyebrow towards the other.