❝ — yeah? ‘course everyone gets one. ❞  incredulous, for a moment, but then again, he was lacking in knowledge of thor’s own customs and how well those translated here on earth. he grew curious; he always was, as far as how his life had been prior to his arrival.  ❝ think it’s ‘cause we ain’t expectin’ to live anywhere past eighty - five or ninety years, most of the time, ❞  he explained, with a shrug of his shoulders, and tried to imagine what it would be like if birthday celebrations weren’t a yearly event. thor continued, and eggsy laughed, this soft, fond thing.   ❝ wasn’t hopin’ for a gift, guv. ‘m fine with just spendin’ the day with you — ❞  and he was aware that that was a touch cliché of him to say, but he carried on, regardless.  ❝ thought maybe — i dunno. maybe we could spend the day in, or somethin’. order a bite ‘n watch a movie. ❞

he’s made a mess of things again ; well, he’s been trying to fill his father’s shoes and it has taken it’s toll on him ; turned a boy into a mosaic of war, and whatever ounce of childhood he had left was now gone.  he’s used to it, by now.   the way his father berates him in front of death eaters and friends a like, like draco was the reason for his failings when in reality it was his own.  he looks away, waiting for his father to be done ; but there’s a sudden surge of electricity, the air thick with a new sort of tension.  he can practically feel it against his skin, and he chances a glace at THOR, who in all his usual softened demeanor, somehow seems so much more dangerous.  

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lucius doesn’t seem to cower, at first.  he keeps his head held high and his shoulders strong because snakes never let their prey know they are weak, and there’s a bit of a sly smirk on his lips.     draco wouldn’t dare let his father fall to the hands of this  MONSTER ; but oh how wrong he may have been.  ‘’  i will speak to my son how i please, odinson.  he has failed, he WILL reap what he sows …    oh.      ‘’          even lucius may not be that dumb, he can feel the almost suffocating way the air is heavy.  he eyes draco, who’s got his gaze on thor before settling it back to his feet.  he soon clears his throat, urging the other death eaters who have stood ready to fight to back off, and scoffs.          ‘’       i see.    he must have you fooled, then?   if you think he’s anything but a snake, then please ; by all means.   you can have him.  he’s failed, anyway.  our dark lord will not be too happy.     ‘’  

    𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇       eaters that stalked behind lucius. he’d faced entire armies of dark creatures, several titans, and foul creatures far larger and more dangerous than these wizards. as long as they were still of midgard, they were human and thus mortal. if these people threatened the well - being of the innocent, it was technically his job as protector of the nine realms to eradicate this evil on earth. the only thing holding him back was draco, because as vile as lucius was, no boy should have to be fatherless.

❛   no, it is you who has failed him as a father,   ❜  thor said. the grin on his face that had been meant to keep the tense situation from escalating dropped, however, as soon as lucius threatened him. thor, as a general rule of thumb, didn’t take kindly to being underestimated. at once, his hand seized lucius’ throat and held him up inches off the ground he stood on. thor’s jaws clenched tight and his eyes glowered white. electricity bolted off of him to strike down the blasts of green that surged towards him, each one stronger than the last. his grip was crushing around lucius’ throat, just hard enough to have lucius kiss death’s feet.  ❛   bring this dark lord to me,   ❜  he dared. there was little warmth in his eyes, no trace of the humble visitor left. ❛   i will show him a god.   ❜ 

     𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄       of this blond weasel’s squabbling. it was clear from the way draco reacted to his father’s scorn that this man was no loving parent. no father who loved his child would speak to them that way, and persist while his own son cowered under his shadow. their relationship reminded thor far too much of his own with odin, but the difference was that he’d stood up to him and earned his father’s respect.

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        ❝ —— these cocktail shrimp are gonna do me in, you get me ?  i ain’t been able to stop eatin’ them since i got here. ❞

     steve rolled his eyes, though playfully, the smallest grin curling the corners of his lips. “i guess hate is a pretty strong word, huh.” lifting his head to see his lover, a few strands of long caramel hair fell into his eyes, obscuring his vision just enough to bother him. a soft puff blew the strands from his face, and allowed his eyes to focus again on the god in front of him. “that’s true. i know pepper’s the one with the level head, so … i don’t know, maybe he’s had some time to be pissed and wear it off. but he has my number. i don’t know. if he wants to talk, or whenever he’s ready, i’m here.”

     thor readjusting them drew a surprised noise from his throat, big blues blinking up at him before registering just what the other man was getting at. a small laugh, fingers finding purchase in the asgardian’s blond hair. the subject change was appreciated, allowing his back to arch from the bed to lift himself up against thor. “oh i’m sorry, do you have something better to be doing today?” a smarmy grin, tongue running along his lips to wet them. 

     𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇,       limbs tangling with steve’s under the sheets. this was very typical of their lazy mornings together, neither one of them leaving bed until duty called, or one of them got a crick in the back from staying in too long. they’d had three meals in bed before, so you could say they were adjusting to their domestic life surprisingly well.