Im really enjoying watching so many cultural things here gudvangen such as Glema fighting, tablet weaving and jewelry making, even making flour by hand, and yes even the little kids games where you throw a knife next to your opponents feet haha. But heres a quick video to tide you over of some tablet weaving which makes trim for tunics and such.
How do you think Thor would react to a plus sized girlfriend?
Thor is canonically 640 lbs. He loves food. I guarantee he would not give two shits if his love was on the plus side. In fact, he might actually prefer it considering there would be more of them to hold on to. He is not a vain motherfucker.
Okay but y’all. Bless the ever loving fuck out of Taika Waititi because Ragnarok was the best fucking Thor movie. We finally got the Thor movie we Fucking deserved. I’m in actual tears. Fight me about it.
(3 of 4) “Creating art is what I love to do and I can’t envision a future where this is not my life. Although there have been many times where I felt like I was in over my head — these were mostly my earliest jobs as a young illustrator just graduating. I had no idea what it really meant to produce a refined and complete piece of art that could stand next to the art that I enjoyed as a fan. Now I know that for certain paintings I need to set aside at least 40 to 60 hours to get it where it needs to be. Sometimes much more than that.”
Thursday can trace it’s linguistic origins back to the Old Norse word “Þorsdagr”, which means “Thor’s Day”. Thor’s rune was considered to be the rune “Thurisaz”, which represented the “th” sound, and would later evolve into “Þ”, or the letter Thorn, which was eventually dropped from the English alphabet, though it is still used in Icelandic–a language that still bears many similarities to Old Norse.
The rune Thurisaz stood for danger and destruction to the Vikings, likely due to it’s association with Thor. Here’s to harnessing it’s destructive power to crush the rest of the week!
Pairing: Thor x Reader Words: 2,933 A/N: Wrote this for @lady-thor-foster ‘s writing challenge and also I’m just a slut for Thor nowadays. I hope you like it and gimme some feedback maybe???
The streets were relatively empty thanks to the poor weather so you took advantage of the low foot traffic to run some errands. Gray skies loomed above you, but you found comfort in the dreary sky as it watched over you. The fallen rain squeaked under your boots as you headed home with your bags of groceries. Your raincoat protected you from the last few persistent rain drops from the storm that was finally letting up. Thunder clouds still loomed overhead, letting you know that rain would soon start up again. With this in mind, you decided to head home so you wouldn't’ have to have to haul your things through the heavy rainfall.
Your apartment building came into view and you fished your keys out of your pocket. Some thunder began to boom in the distance just as the rain began to pick up again. You got inside, set your bags down, and shook the rain off your coat before hanging it up to drip dry. The only sounds that could be heard were the drops of water as they hit your hardwood floor, but something felt off.
Slowly, you walked to the kitchen, hoping for the best but expecting the worst. You rounded the corner to your kitchen with baited breath and you heard the faint sounds of someone’s strained breathing. The closer you got, the more familiar that breathing sounded so you sped up your pace. Your fear only grew as you entered the kitchen and saw a large form laying on the ground.