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[notamortician]

if anyone’s wondering where issun is during ammys adventures on gunsmoke

[ash-etherwood]

Top 5: writing memories, songs, characters that are not blank rune, runes, food

♡

Linda I love you but are you trying to kill me … that’s so many Top 5’s! But alright, I’ll do my best! (Answers will probably switch between German and English RIP to every non-German-speaker who follows me and wants to read this for some reason I swear I’m normal)

WRITING MEMORIES

5.) The entire time I spent finishing my first (second?) longer writing project It was the year 2012 and it was a cyberpunk story about my friends’ and my edgy self inserts riding dinosaurs, fighting aliens and being badass. The plot twist in the end was that my character was secretly evil and wanted to kill everyone. (Things to show your therapist) The final boss fight made zero sense and also everything was incredibly weird and stupid. But sometimes I still think about those times when I sat in my grandma’s living room at night, eating chips and listening to Vocaloid covers while thinking this story was the coolest shit ever. Truly simpler times.

4.) Researching something about universities in Texas for OvF on a rainy Saturday afternoon I have no idea why this memory is still sticking with me to this day (I think it was around 2016 or something?), but I remember that it was just a really nice day and I felt really at peace at that moment?

3.) The entire writing process of Bathroom Blues It was such a spontaneous project and I still have no idea how I managed to power though it in just a little under two months! Also it was just incredibly fun seeing you getting excited over new drafts and I loved coming up with new plot points and Halloween costumes for everyone with you. :-D Truly a summer worth remembering.

2.) FINALLY uploading the prologue and intro chapter of WWBL Not really a writing memory, but that moment was … so sexy and magical. Seriously, you have no idea how long I had been waiting to finally start that story, waiting for the Steckbriefe to roll in and see people react to the prologue and generally the idea … I even made one of those countdown graphic thingies for the designated upload date! 8D At that point I had planned that story for about six months and just … yeah, that felt powerful to me.

1.) Writing the prologue for WWBL When I first started the draft for that prologue I was sitting at the window in my favourite hotel in Winterberg, Sauerland, wore my dark green flannel, had the window wide open breathing in the cool mountain air and allowed myself to listen to my WWBL playlist for the very first time. God, that felt so amazing. I even have a photo of it (which somehow makes it look like I have the biggest football shoulders in the universe) my sister took that night. God I miss Sauerland. )’:

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SONGS

My apologies to every favourite song of mine that I forgot about, I have a whole playlist of them, but I think these are some of my oldest faves … (Honorable mentions for Don’t Mess With Me and Not That Big by Temposhark, Goodbye by Apparat, Me And The Devil by Soap&Skin, Heart Heart Head by Meg Myers, Pain and Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace, Beautiful Crime by Tamer, Gravity Of Love by Enigma, In Flames by Digital Daggers [thanks Phi u_u] and Murder Cries by Snow Ghosts AHHH FUCK IT I could’ve just made a playlist,,,)

5.) Vater Unser by E Nomine Starting off with some weird shit, won’t we? I’ve been in love with this song since fifth or sixth grade, when I was just starting to develop an actual music taste and although I have many favourite songs by E Nomine, this one has to be my absolute fave. Every time I can relate it to a character it makes me love said character even more. (Also I think about it every time my mom forces me to go to church for Christmas so … yay? I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t even be able to remember the Vater Unser if it wasn’t for this song. 8D)

4.) Wires by The Neighbourhood I think this is the newest all-time fave on this list, I found it in … 2015? Thank you, Youtube AMVs. Yeah man, this one is just … on so many playlists it’s not even funny anymore.

3.) Heathens by Twenty One Pilots An edgelord classic but like … it’s on EVERY playlist of mine. Every single one. It’s just so good. The first time I heard it was on the radio tho, when I was having breakfast with Jessie and I forced her to shazam it because it immediately stuck with me,,,

2.) Imaginary by Evanescence My first Evanescence song ever and the first step towards becoming who I am today I think. This song has like … such a big history for me, man. It single-handedly turned me goth in 2008 and I have never really thanked it for that.

1.) Eternal by Evanescence Might be my favourite song of all time. The number of dramatic RP scenes I have written with this in the background … man. Oh, also this song is the reason for one of my oldest internet nicknames, ‘eternala’, which subsequently shortened into Etschuh and then Tschuh, my main nickname until 2017, when I came out as trans and finally found an actual name for myself I was comfortable with!

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NON BLANK RUNE CHARACTERS

I know this was probably supposed to be about fandom characters but I can literally not come up with a single character right now that I love with a special burning passion and that is not my or one of my friends’ OCs so you’re getting OCs now. u_u And boy do I have a lot of those.

5.) Jackson Tracey from atroCITY (mine) This little piece of shit kept me company for a pretty long time and is still very close to my heart for some reason, although I haven’t drawn him or really thought about him in detail for a while now. My favourite thing is how I only realized what a horrible person he was after I stopped regularly working with him but honestly good for me. 8D His storyline and personality is kinda convoluted and tbh I’m not really sure how much of it is canon anyway (atrc was always a little weird about canon rip) but yeah. He’s an obsessive stalker piece of shit who pities himself way too much and he is also a semi-immortal demigod who likes knives. I hate him but he also helped me a lot with some gender and sexuality stuff so thanks I guess.

4.) Mayoko Imai from Century Riders DXPrototype (Maus’ and mine) Mayoko is a magical girl protagonist with a cool cyborg arm prosthetic and her main character trait was that she was basically a reverse weeaboo, a Japanese girl who was obsessed with American media, culture and comic book heroes! I actually love her concept a lot and she also had a pretty cool character arc in her story (which Maus and I wrote together and actually finished btw!), although it could use a lot more … polishing from today’s point of view. But I love her anyway. She always wanted to do the right thing and be a hero and got broken pretty cruelly and her ending is kinda bittersweet I guess? Ahh there’s just so much nuance to it … anyways, CR3 also stuck with me for a very long time and I enjoyed the time with her a lot. :3 (Her name had a cameo in Another Incident btw heehee)

3.) Tessa *insert extremely long chain of unnecessary first names here* von Lean from Nobody Is Perfect and Infernal Temptation (belongs to one of my old school friends) Tessa is just … a hand full. I love to hate her. She is badly written and developed and just OOZES mentally ill teenage girl’s idealized self-insert power fantasy, but she just … man, she was a big part of one of my most drama-filled high school friendships which I love looking back at so much. Tessa has fucked so many of my characters … good for her tbh! There are actually two versions of her, one is just a ‘normal’ teenage girl and one can shapeshift into a cheetah, but both of them are very close to my heart. I should really adopt and redesign her some day.

2.) Judy Khayat from Original vs. Final (mine) Look, I love all my OvF-characters and every single one of them is special to me in their own way, but Judy is just … the most complex of them all I think? Man, she went through so much … she is actually one of my oldest (semi)-active characters (I created her in 2009) and her latest version is from 2016 but I should really, REALLY revise her again tbh. She has a very complicated backstory that I didn’t handle as carefully as I should have, and anger issues and religious conflict and depression and PTSD and then Vance of all people becomes obsessed with her for no reason and decides to traumatize her even more … yeah. God I really love her but I seriously need to work on her. A LOT. I should also finally rename her tbh … let’s just see where she takes me next.

1.) Okami (I don’t even remember if she has a proper last name rn lol) from Split Realm (mine) Yeah, that bitch is just my favourite OC. She’s also very old, probably from around 2009, and initially was a magical girl with fire powers who I played in an RP with my friend Flauch but boy did she grow up! Holy fuck. Okami is a horrible person but I love her so much. She is so violent and full of anger and pain and sadness and treats everyone around her like shit and she is in love and she is a demon but also apparently the personification of the concept of Chaos but she just wants to be a teenager again and run away with the love of her life and ahhh it’s all so hopeless for her … also she turned out gnc af with time passing and pretty much went through a gender/sexuality crisis in real time with me, her creator, which is always fun. :^D I haven’t drawn her in a while tbh. Should really do that.

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RUNES IN BLANK RUNE

I’m just gonna go with the arcs here, okay? Also this entire answer might look completely different if you asked me again tomorrow, you know how indecisive I am with Blank Rune shit ahha,,,

5.) Jera Look. I know I’m boring and stupid. But I just love Tave and Liam having their disgusting little foreshadowing talk, okay? I can read it over and over. I just love my horrible little shit crime boys. Also Rhy and Phillip are there. (’:

4.) Isa This one is here because it was the first arc I witnessed in real time which gives it a very special place in my heart and it also … hit pretty hard at the time. But having read Fehu it’s become even better now! It’s just such a wonderful, tragic romance between two horrible, ruthless boys and I … I’m not immune to Rhy, sadly. :-/ Just like Phillip.

3.) Wunjo We still haven’t seen everything that leads up to Wunjo yet, but we DO know more than we did initially (wow shocker) and it’s just always a fucking blast. Also, it has the first mention of Ash’s real name … the first Rhy POV (which what the fuck!! I always feel like we had one before but we didn’t!! Wild) and it has crazy blood-soaked murder Tave, my beloved. :///3

2.) Eiwaz You guys have heard me fanboy about Eiwaz so many times already. Eiwaz-OT3 (and Kain) my beloved!!! It’s just SUCH an amazing starting point and there are so, so many things that tie back to it and every time we find out about a new one my heart makes a little jump … und es beginnt von Neuem indeed.

1.) Gebo One of the most painful but also the most beautiful arcs yet in my opinion. It’s been hyped up for so long and boy did it deliver. God, my heart still hurts when I think about that last scene. Also all the dialogue … the golden lines we got … and it’s an arc without Rhy! Crazy!! :-D I just love the relationship between Ash, Astrid and Jakob so much. God fuck I want what they have. Just maybe without the murder suicide,,,

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FOOD

5.) Diese Sonntagsbrötchen wo die Verpackung so plopp macht, wenn man die Folie abzieht Better than normale Brötchen for some reason. Most of the time. See 2.) Look man, I just really love a good breakfast …

4.) Chocolate cupcakes with cream cheese topping One of the first things from a certain baking book I tried when I was getting into baking back in 2019. God they are so tasty. I don’t make them often so I don’t get used to them too much and eating them still feels special but ahhhh I love them so much!

3.) Grünkohl mit Kartoffelbrei und Mettendchen One of my favourite things about autumn/winter and one of my biggest comfort foods. God I love this shit so much. I just put … mountains of Grünkohl and Kartoffelbrei on my plate every time and I will just warm it up for four days straight until there’s no more left. It turns me into a fucking caveman. I’m not even big on eating meat but … yeah. Everything is different when there’s Grünkohl.

2.) Normales Brötchen mit Butter und Scheibenkäse aber ich bin beim Frühstücksbuffet im Hotel Oddly specific but that’s just how it is. Sorry. Nichts geht über Brötchen mit Käse.

1.) Chilli-Knoblauch-Nudelauflauf My beloved. My comfort food. I eat it literally every second day. At least one hour in the kitchen every time. Fresh ingredients. My only vegetable intake. And I’ve been doing that for three years. I just love it so much, man. I cook it for everyone who visits me. Chilli-Knoblauch-Auflauf cured my depression.

[the-terminal-archive]

“OH!!!! LOOKIE HERE!!! A teenie tiny gemmie!!!” There was a long, drawn-out sigh as I made my way over to where Ametrine had hauled themself away to. Just what were they planning? With Seraphinite in such danger, too? “Look!! See? This!!! This is a Mica!” They pointed to a small clump on the floor, little flickers of light reflecting off of it. “We’re going to use that for practice?” “Do you want to be killed?” “Well, no. However,” I used one of the knives given to me and gave the mica a gentle strike. It crumpled up on the floor like a dead bug. “This is a horrible subject you’ve given. However, it...is quite an odd one.” “Hm?” “Well, all of the messed up gems are supposedly partially formed bits of beings like us, yet… Something wrong happens along the way. Wouldn’t you imagine them to be a lot...larger?” “Well, Mica is kinda flaky, isn’t it?” “...We may have angered a bunch of tiny Mica, then.” “See! That’s threatening! I told you I knew what I was doing!” “You never said anything of the sort.” “Hey, Demmie?” “Hm?” “Shut up.” It was said in a joking fashion, and, I’ll admit, it was a little funny. I found reason to smile as the other couldn’t help but burst into laughter. What a curious fellow. Annoying, sure, and hopelessly reckless, but...something about it made them likable. Perhaps that was the opposing nature of having the thoughts of two gems speaking… I wasn’t inclined to ask. “Is it alright if I ask you something?” “Mhm, mhm!! Ask awayyy!”

“How did you meet him?” I gestured at the sleeping one, and I saw their smile fade. “Oh! I… didn’t really get to ‘meet’ him, so to speak...Savvy just told me he was there one day. They said they found him in someplace called the Chronicle looking for information about...artificially creating something? I don’t remember what, but they found him all beat up! He said that he was protecting some other small white gem… I’ve never heard of a gem that color, so I think he’s lying, haha!!!” The laugh was short-lived. “All I remember was walking into the room Savvy stored him in, and he looked...confused? Scared, even? I dunno why he looked like that… I still wonder why I remember it so clearly.” “That’s quite the story… I don’t really think I know why he was so scared, either.” I sighed, my gaze planted on Seraphinite. “...You met him before he was fixed up, too.” “Yeah! Savvy told me that he really liked not having all this, so they tried to give him as little as possible!” “Then he must have had major injuries.” Poor thing, having to live with something that isn’t part of himself. I hadn’t realized such a phrase got Ametrine to pause their walking, so I turned back to face them.

“Is something on your mind?” “...He didn’t have major injuries…” “What?” “Last I remember, they were-” They keeled over, noises of pain emanating from them. “Dammit… I think something is close by!!” Now that they said it, I realized that I also seemed to be experiencing pain. “...We should hide.” “N-No, we don’t need to!!! Phantom...uh...they said we needed to suppress it as best as we could!” “Mm…” Seems that even seraph stirred from this, holding his head. “What’s happening…?” “Bad things!!! Bad, bad things!!! Uh!! Demmie, I hope you learned how to use those small stabbie blades!” “I did not-” “Well! That’s just dandy, isn’t it?” I wanted to reply back, but couldn’t. All I could do was stare at the figure before us. They were… mostly human, to my surprise. They just seemed a little misshapen, so...why were we all getting head pains? “Sorry to give you such a scare! Hehe…” There was a nervous giggle from them. “I just...don’t know why there are people here! It’s rare we get a visitor, even more, rare that it’s people like you!” “Well, yea, we’re just passing through to get to this...guy named Topaz, I think.” “Ah! He uses this route as a gatekeeper to his own place, so that makes sense. You’re going in the completely wrong direction.” “I told you this was a bad idea, Ametrine.” “W-Well! Shush!” They huffed, pouting and looking away. “We don’t even know if we can trust this guy!” “Who else do you have to trust in a wasteland like this?” They retorted, seeming a little hurt to be thought of in such a manner. “W-Well...I...Ok, yeah, I don’t know. But still, everything that grows here usually becomes a monster! And you… You look kinda like one!” “I’m a special case. There wasn’t a large enough deposit to create anything larger by drawing in materials…”

“Then, that makes you a gem that’s harder to grow?” “Nah, just given no space to do anything like that! The others, though...” They went over to the orange trees, which, upon closer inspection, were just big pieces of stalactic amber, “They’re in here. Amber is an easy means of encasing gems for the thousands of years they need to take form.” “Yet, you speak of this place as if it’s dangerous?” Ametrine looked around at all the forestry. “...But, there’s so many of those!!! There’s no way there could be that many!” Such a statement was met with a smile, but no words would reply to them as the new figure turned away. “Come along. It is my understanding that nobody found you?” “Well-” “Yep!!! Nobody found us! Not one!!!” I looked at the small one in utter disbelief, and they seemed...nervous? Why? “You’re not very good at lying. Now, tell me, who did you see?” “We believe it to be a small piece of mica.” “Another yellow gem? What are they doing out here…?” They uttered some other words to themself, none of which I even cared about. “Well...let’s just hope that we don’t run into it again, hm?” And to that, a nervous chuckle would follow. “I’d hate to get violent… S-Sure, I can be, but… It’s not what I’d like to do. I’m not even that strong on my own, haha!!” “Then...just what are you?” They spared a glance back at me when I asked such a question, flakes of iron sparkling on their cheeks. “I feel like someone as smart as yourself should know what I am.” their eyes went over to the one in Ametrine’s hold, their expression softening. “Plated… a terrible fate must have befallen him.” They seemed to think further on this, a bit of worry present before they sighed. “Y-You’re sure you wish to take him to Topaz?” “Just for a quick little peek, we prommy!!!” “...sure, sure, I’ll hold you to it!” They seemed rather forward about us not being there at all...but for what? Nobody has really thought of harming us aside from the corrupt. As we made our way to the entrance, Seraph had started to wake up a little more, remaining so in Ametrine’s arms. He didn’t speak- did he wish not to walk? Was this what it was all about? As rude as it was, it was also somehow pitiful. “The correct way of getting through here is uh...y’know...following the path.” Once they said that, I shot a glance at Ametrine, who seemed confused as to why I did so. How could they already have forgotten that they were the one that led us away from where we were going?! “Well, this is going to take a long while to walk through… And, Topaz really loves to say that this place is treacherous, but it’s really only due to the beasts that exist if they stray from this path. I’m lucky I got you three in time, hm?” “...I remember…” “Huh?” The unknown figure looked at the one who spoke. Oddly enough, it was Seraph. Did everyone just...forget things at the drop of a hat only to conveniently remember it when the time called for it? “...I don’t know how I forgot this place, but...I’ve been here. Many times. I'm unsure if this situation will resolve without...turmoil.”

[beccarooni]

A Rock and a Hard Place

(A.N: The Korg & Thor friendship fic you never knew you needed. Tag list: @damm-darcy, @we-stan-bruce-ban, @lunaseleneyueiahchandramoon9696) 

“So, I think I figured it out.” 

The sofa creaked as Korg sat down, wooden frame protesting loudly to the solid ton of rock and hawaiian-print fabric that had plonked itself down next to him. 

The first few days, it had been difficult living with his chosen flatmates. It wasn’t that they weren’t nice, far from it, in fact. Korg was one of the most genuinely polite people he’d ever met, and that baffled him - it was all too rare to begin a friendship with someone these days that didn’t start in a near-murder. 

And Miek was...well, Miek was a slug with knives for hands but he still managed to be weirdly courteous, always chirping brightly when someone or other walked into the room. 

But, seeing them, anyone from Sakaar really was like a daily blaring alarm that those events had happened. Thor could drown out the burning flames of Asgard’s foundations with as much alcohol as he could get his hands on - but it was remarkably difficult to drown out someone who’d been there with him. 

So he’d chosen his own way of blocking out the world, for the first few days, at least. Had barely left his room, hadn’t so much as drawn back the curtains for fear of what lay outside. A fishing town, and the few survivors of his people mingling with the locals. 

A sight that should’ve been one of hope. Of new beginnings, fresh starts and whatever whatever whatever. 

And partially, it was. He was proud of them for adapting, until the reasoning snuck up on him as to why they were adapting. Why their way of life had been ripped from them, why they’d had to start anew. 

Seeing an Asgardian in a polo-neck jumper was funny, until you remembered that that was because their old clothes had burned in the fires of Asgard. 

It had taken a week for him to get used to it all. And even then, leaving his house before nightfall was a no-go. But Korg, he could get used to. 

And so when he sat down, the gentle lilt of his voice breaking through whatever haze Thor had managed to push himself into, he could offer him a small nod in greeting.

“Figured what out?”

Korg glanced briefly towards the TV Thor was supposedly watching, lacing his fingers together in an almost nervous manner. 

Korg was nervous. That was new. 

“Why you keep me and Miek around. Or, y’know - why you asked to room with us. Instead of Brunn.”

Thor frowned, lifting the bottle back up to his lips. 

“I roomed with you two because I like you. Do you not think that I like you?” 

“No, no, man. It’s not that. We know you like us - and hey, we like you too, so that’s all good there.” Korg paused, a few stray pebbles crumbling to the floor as the giant pushed his expression into something Thor hadn’t really noticed in him before - worry. 

Korg was famously optimistic. Infamously, would be a better word for it. From what few Sakaarians he’d managed to talk to back on the Statesman, he’d just always been like that. Always seen things from a brighter point of view, always trying just that little harder to make things better - even if trying was just a kind word, here and there. 

It put him in Thor’s good books, at least. A giant with the descriptive talent of Asgard’s finest bards was a good friend to have when you were with people that were low on morale. Korg had been kind enough to tell stories each night, to those that wanted to hear them. 

Thor had never expected to see Asgardians smiling again, and yet, there they were. On a dingy spaceship with dwindling supplies, laughing at a story told by a Koronan. 

Said Koronan coughed to grab his attention, and he involuntarily tensed at the feeling of cold stone fingers lightly brushing his shoulder. 

“It’s just that, I think you think we don’t know you well enough to ask questions. Like Brunn would - y’know, the whole ‘are you ok’ and ‘have you drank water today’ and all that kinda stuff. And I just feel like you should know that we do care, Miek and me.” 

Thor’s brow furrowed in confusion as he tried to piece together what was being said to him. 

“I...I met all of you on the same day, Korg. I know you just as much as I know her.”

“No, it’s different - I’m not explaining this right, sorry. It’s just...it’s like this,” 

Korg moved forward a touch, directly into Thor’s eyeline, so he couldn’t look away. 

Which made Thor nervous, because why would he want to look away? What was Korg planning to say that was so important Thor had to look at him? 

“You and Brunn are from the same place, right? And even if you don’t know each other on a more personal level, you still know each other - like, when you say something and she looks at you and she gets it - like that sort of know,”

Okay, so far he was following.

And Korg wasn’t wrong, exactly. Thor and Brunnhilde had a...something. They had a something. He wasn’t sure he could call it a friendship. 

Maybe it had been, once. Maybe it could’ve been something more. 

But he figured he’d blown that chance by spending a month not talking to her. Or anyone. And Norns, what a waste. 

Fighting side by side with her, facing down Hela, it had felt..right. Noble, even. Like for a moment, for this one part in the worst week of his life, he’d felt like Thor again. Fighting alongside a noble warrior, a Valkyrie. 

It had been the first time in years that he felt his younger self would’ve been in awe of who he’d become. 

And now, Brunnhilde was leading the Asgardians. While he languished in a cell of his own making. 

 Korg continued carefully, piecing each word together like it was a delicate pattern being woven together on a loom. 

“But Miek and me, we’re just sort of your buddies. And that’s fine, I like being your buddy. You’re a cool guy, y’know? But it’s a more surface level thing. Like we’ll just play this game and eat pizza and only talk about the weather or something.” 

Thor sighed, setting down his bottle to try and gauge more of a reaction out of those features of stone

“I’m not following. You think that I chose to stay with you two because I don’t know you?”

“I think you chose us because you think we won’t ask how you’re doing - because we don’t know you well enough. And that’s just...that’s not true, man. Miek can’t really ask - ‘cause he’s not really got a mouth - but he can listen. And I can do the asking.” 

Ah. 

So that was it. That was what had gotten Korg so worked up that he’d heard him pacing the floorboards moments before he’d joined him on the sofa.

Korg - like everyone else, it seemed - was worried. About him. 

Half of the universe had died, and Korg was worried about him.

He didn’t know why it filled him with a feeling of something volatile, and that just made things worse. 

It had been so long since someone had worried about him. Hadn’t he spent the better half of his childhood wondering if Odin had ever spared a passing thought of concern for him? When he’d scraped a knee on the playing grounds, or been struck with a sword during a battle, hadn’t he sat up in the healing wing of Asgard wondering why people just seemed to assume he was fine with it all? 

Hadn’t he wanted this? A secret, shameful thing - a craving, to just be treated not as a golden prince, not as an avenger, but just someone? 

And now that it was happening, all he could think of was that this was wrong. He shouldn’t be pitied. Shouldn’t be cared for. He should be out there, strong as the mountains, and yet he was stuck in here and he was afraid and tired and so, so angry. 

At Thanos. At himself. At the Norns for letting him survive this far. 

He stilled the storm inside with a clenched jaw, knocking back the rest of the beer and setting the bottle down just that bit too loudly. 

”I don’t need listening to, Korg. So what if I just want to hang out? Is that bad? Don’t I deserve to just hang out after everything I’ve been through?”

“No, no, this isn’t...that’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that we can hang out - play video games, order takeout, whatever. All of that. But I’m not just gonna not ask if you’re ok sometimes.”

And suddenly Korg was that much closer, and the cold stone was warm on his shoulder. And it was that much clearer why Korg was the leader of a revolution.

Because who else could it be, really? Who else could be kind enough to band together a group of gladiators, a ragtag gang of bandits and thieves and whoever’s from across the stars, and get them to fight for one common good? 

Pamphlets or no, Thor got the sense that one or two people had pledged their lives the second the words ‘Hi, my name’s Korg’ had reached their ears. 

He got the sense that he was going to be one of those people, by the end of this conversation. 

“I know you’re a big time hero, and you probably save people all the time, and tossing a gun to a gladiator might not be something that stuck in your memory - but it stuck in mine. You kinda kick-started the revolution that freed me. It’s sort of the reason that I can walk up to people and say: hey, my name’s Korg, and not whatever name they gave me back on Sakaar,” 

Korg sighed, a strange sound, like the scattering of pebbles across a lake, and let go of Thor’s shoulders with a small shake of his head.  

“You do that sort of thing and you’ve got a friend, friend.” 

Thor’s throat felt uncomfortably tight all of a sudden, and it was pretty much all he could do not to cry then and there. Instead, he reached out with one hand, doing his level best to clasp Korg’s shoulder - although it was a little painful on the fingers. 

“Thank you. I don’t...I don’t really know what to say.”

Korg grinned back at him, the tension in his shoulders falling - and the sofa creaking further as he relaxed back into it. 

“You don’t have to say anything, buddy. I’m not gonna pry about your past life too much - ‘cause it’s, y’know, personal - but I’m gonna at least ask about your present. The stuff I’m here for.” 

Thor sniffed, quickly wiping at the sides of his eyes with a soft chuckle. 

“That was weirdly profound.”

“Hey, thanks man.” 

Korg glanced around, large fingers fumbling for a controller as the screen in front of them flickered to life. 

“You wanna play some Fornite?” 

Thor shrugged, reaching for a second controller, the weight of it oddly reassuring in his hands. 

“Sure.”