god / like ( semi hiatus )

hey!

so i wanted to try and...not do this, but ! even with two low activity blogs, the things i’m trying to do make upkeep over here more difficult than anticipated. i know i’m already listed as low activity, but my standards for that is still too much. 

i am declaring SEMI HIATUS for the time being - i will do my best to perodically tackle replies, send asks, and world build, but activity is sporadic and not horribly predictable for me at the moment. 

if for whatever reason that doesn’t vibe and you need to drop our thread or cut me off as a main, i completely understand. alternatively, if you just want to have casual discussions about our muses or do something lowkey, find me on my Dis.cord !

i am also available at @eciled​ and @windsought​ if you’d like to roleplay with me there.

he’s just some kid who got pulled into this.       joined the army,       got off the streets and now he’s meant to be the man who carries the shield and represents all of their hopes.         he’s not like STEVE.         his life never went that way,         which means that now he has to redefine what it means to be the CAPTAIN.      and all he wants is a chance to go home.         “    they ain’t never putting a crown on me.    “

he isn’t going to be a KING in the world.       he isn’t going to let them make him into that,        nor change him beyond recognition.       he’ll still be SAM under the shield;       still call his ma on sundays,       still stand up for the home he knows.      “    not if they want me to stick around.    ”

For once, Thor manages to put the proverbial foot into his mouth before blurting out what it is that comes to mind — him, young & left believing that he could stay content to be a good man and avoid the all that ‘king’ nonsense. He swore he wouldn’t yield, and yet —

THERE WAS A RESPONSIBILITY THAT LOOMED over his shoulders, as a leader, to come up with a solution to a seemingly unsolvable problem. not one that others have pushed on him but one that steve has claimed either way. the outcome of their loss was more than any of them could have ever expected.

and the actual losses         the casualties whose absences linger over the compound are hardly forgotten. there is a veil of silence; a sign of their mourning that has taken up permanent residence with them. everyone has dealt with this situation in their own way. all unique like the avengers themselves. 

it is why the sudden outburst does not surprise steve ( startle him, of course, though it was easy to recover from ). the blonde suppresses a sigh, running calloused hands over his face. he was not frustrated         far from it, really,         he felt defeated. 

❛ yeah, ❜ steve starts, hands dropping so his arms can fold across his chest. ❛ yeah, alright. ❜ standing up from the chair, he forces a small smile as he glances over at thor; vaguely understanding the turmoil he is experiencing. 

❛ we could get some fresh air, ❜ he suggests, gesturing towards the porch. ❛ sun’s about to set. ❜

“ Good. “

He follows in the direction of the gesture, passing both Steve and the counter in favor of the backdoor. Any more words he could spare remain dead in his throat; much like his trek to outside, the journey forward could not be lamented upon with the past. 

Getting out of the room helps. Being outside, more so. Maybe it was the wind, how it knocks the weight off his shoulders with but a breeze, but just standing on the porch was enough to clear a once muddled mind. 

“ ... “ 

Thor turns his head to catch a peek at Steve, then back to the vast field before them. He figures out what to say.

RANDOM ASKS | ALWAYS ACCEPTING.

Ah, that joke again. After growing privy to the way his lover paramour tried to catch him off-hand, the God understood these quick-witted jokes to be his way of catching him off guard —  to ask him questions no mortal would unwillingly play along with. 

Now, if one is willing…

good evening, Youth !

i am not dead ( though i look like it. ) i hate promising things and not following through but i’m making it a point to tackle some replies tomorrow since i’ve been even slower than usual. since my muse is being strongly pulled in another direction ( League ), i am tentatively considering semi-hiatus...but i’m not sure yet. i’d like to try and do a little writing, see how it feels, and go from there. i will keep you guys posted.

What was there to say that hadn’t been already? Loss had lurked in every corner like still-boxed memories, hidden by shadow and cobweb alike. No plan made, nor any laugh had, was made without the weight of worlds & worlds on their shoulders.

None were more eager to shrug the weight off than Thor, however. Being left to mull over all his ‘could haves’ and ‘should haves’ made sleep his ever-elusive mistress. His temper —  short as it were —  was made all the more, for even the slightest upset would send him into a foul-mouthed rant.

Tonight provides no respite.

“ Enough. “ & he shoves the layout Steve set on the counter, rising so fast to his feet that he knocks the chair over. “ That plan isn’t going to work. It’s pointless. “

Pause.  He turns with back facing the other, hand resting on beard with heavy sigh. Once he collects himself, he turns again, either hand outstretched as if shrugging before he claps & rubs them together.

Disappointment in Loki is little better than an understatement.

Pacing slow in front of the cell, fingers occupy themselves through fidgeting; first, he presses on his thumb with his index, then swaps. Next, the middle, followed by ring and end finger. There’s a small pause before he does it again, and again, and —

Thor halts in the middle of the cell, gaze cast towards the ceiling, the floor, that corner — anything, really, that isn’t him looking right at Loki. He didn’t want it ( too ) obvious what fury lay beneath the surface.

“ You know what I’m here for. “ His tone absent of warmth or mirth. “ So answer me. “