“Why are you tiny guys pointing your funny weapons at me?” Thor didn’t understand anything. His arrival should have been greatly celebrated. He had expected a parade, thousand of mini Thors taking the streets. People demanding to use that flashing machine to take a memory of him. And instead, this mean dressed in the funny clothes were surrounding him, ordering he put Mjolnir down. The days when Midgardians threatened him were long gone, or so he thought. But if a fight was what they were looking for, they had found the right person.
Because I wanted to write more rare ships and this post inspired me. More ThunderIron!
Tony had never met someone who talked more than him until
thirty-minutes ago when a blond, beauty of a man had sat across from him at the
bar and proceeded to talk Tony’s ear off. At first Tony had been too stunned by
the man’s appearance and the fact that man had approached him to speak.
Tony was used to
gorgeous women coming up to him to flirt, but not men. Men were such a rarity
that even if the blond body builder model had been less built, wore glasses,
and had pimples, Tony would have been shocked and intrigued. He would have
caught his voice sooner, but he would have been intrigued.
It had taken a full minute for Tony to hear what the blond
man was saying, that he was hear on a blind date and that he was very pleased
by Tony’s appearance and that he’d heard about Tony’s interest in science.
The blond wasn’t wrong about Tony’s interest in science,
although he’d gotten the field wrong—Tony was not interested in astrophysics at
The more the blond talked, the more Tony realized that the
man was describing one of Tony’s acquaintances: Jane Foster.
This might be noticeable from my RP’s but Thor does not ever use contractions. Not in speaking, not in writing, not ever. I headcanon that he speaks elegantly and eloquently in all settings and thus deliberately avoids using contractions.
IMAGINE You were the only woman on Asgard who was ever kind to Loki, you were of course only his hand maid. You never thought you made any sort of impact on the god. Even when you didn’t have to serve Loki any longer, you still brought him his meals and books while he was imprisoned. Odin found out of your kindness towards Loki, furious that Loki had kindness from someone. He has you banished to Midgard for the rest of your life, But you also have to tell Loki you always thought he was a monster.
“Why are you here y/n, has my father made my meal early?” “No…Not today my lord…I’m supposed to tell you i hate you, after all these years of serving you, being near you i cannot bear to say those lies” “Why must you tell me those y/n?” “I must leave my darling, i am no longer of Asgard, a punishment for my kindness that i do not regret. I am to spend my days on midgard” “And it is i who has gotten you into this mess”
Walking closer towards the cell you gently got to your knee’s closest to the wall he was leaning against.
“No, Don’t ever say that. I am kind because you deserve it, i understand you, maybe not in every way. Yet i do understand your madness at the world. You are no monster Loki, you shall never be a monster…at least not to me.” “When shall you leave” “As soon as i’m finished here” “This is goodbye then” “No my dear, this is farewell. I can never return home” “…” “Loki…my prince there is a thing you must know…I will always care and love you, no matter what you do. remember me as a person who cared, remember that i will always care”
As you walked from the cell’s, just passing through the doors where the guards were waiting to escort you away, you heard a scream, not just of pain but of anguish and hate, of pain an sorrow. Wishing you could turn back. But only moving forwards, perhaps he will realize his ways sooner….