#literally having a breakdown when he found out someone else may have prompted change in his brother that he had been trying for

[worstloki]

‘Thor is a Loki apologist’ WRONG. Thor has never apologised for Loki’s behaviour. He condemns it to Loki’s face. ‘Loki is a Thor apologist’ well that actually was a whole scene in Thor 1 wasn’t it?

[ussgallifrey]

Truth Hurts

✦ Summary: Why are men great till they gotta be great? Steve Rogers was great, until he decided to do a solo trip to return the time stones. ✦ Pairings: Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader ✦ Warnings: Endgame Steve bashing, little bit of angst, language ✦ Word Count: 1.3k ✦ Author’s Note: Written for @captain-kelli​'s 500 follower challenge with the prompt - "Truth Hurts" by Lizzo. Version 2.0 here

Bucky cautiously approaches the bench as the sun glitters off the lakeshore, a hesitancy to his posture and words. Hands stuffed into his coat pockets as he breathes out slowly, feeling the weight of the afternoon settling. You can feel the concern literally rolling off him.

"You okay?"

Okay?

Was that even a possibility in this moment?

That feeling must have disappeared sometime between thinking the love of your life was lost in the quantum realm and seeing the aged man with a wedding ring only moments later. Okay died there, buried in the wrinkles and graying hair of an apparent stranger.

Because whoever this man was, claiming to be Steven Rogers, he was heartless. Absolutely devastatingly heartless. As he smiled and handed the title over to Sam and barely spared you or Bucky a second glance. You watched the future that never was walk away from view.

There's a sharp cut in your throat as you force the tears down, turning to your companion with a smile, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm great."

Dating Captain America was a fantasy. An unbelievable how is this actually happening to me fantasy. Lost in the warmth of blue eyes and a shy smile, golden hair and a sarcastic wit that slid through the cracks of the statuesque all-American icon. He was too good to be true and he wanted you. That was the craziest part about it. He. Wanted. You.

Oblivious to the heated glances and the sudden presence of super-soldier whenever you entered a public place in the tower. He found a reason to brush past in the kitchen, to station himself near you in the gym, and so on.

It took one failing mission for it all to come blazing to a tumultuous head. Pressed against each other in the walk-in freezer of a swanky hotel to evade the wannabe supervillain's henchmen. Happening in slow motion and lightspeed all at once as lips connected with something similar to Thor's lightning.

From there, it was just the rolling thunder that led to the storm. The supposed shy and timid man from a different time had no control when it came to you. And he was damn near intoxicating - a personal drug fully at your disposal.

It was good. So damn good.

And then the Accords hit. And then he was on the run. And then Wakanda. And then waking up in a jungle with Bucky and Sam and having no idea what had transpired since the battle.

It was good.

Was.

And then he left without a real goodbye because he was supposed to be right back. But he didn't come back, not really.

Boys hadn't been a strong point in your history, so the fact that Mr. Golden Boy was hanging onto your every word, unfortunately, let your guard finally slip. The purposefully placed blocks that made up the wall around your heart were slowly and deliberately broken down over the years as your relationship blossomed.

And it came to bite you right in the ass, didn't it?

Stupid stupid girl should've known better. Who could compare with his original sweetheart and the man had a damn time machine at his disposal? Did you really think he'd stay with you?

It's been two weeks and you still can't wrap your head around it.

Bucky wordlessly passes his container of Lo Mein your way with a barely suppressed frown on his face.

Steve used to destroy the punching bags in the gym until he had the chance to take his aggression out on a literal God, a suit of armor, and his serum-enhanced best friend. The punching bag doesn't fly off the hook with each jab you deliver, but you still like to pretend it's his dumb puppy dog face anyway. 

You're honestly the best, you know that?

The tape around your fingers strains and tears as you focus on the middle of the bag.

God, I love you.

Liar liar liar. Stupid stupid girl, falling for such a liar.

This is it for me, sweetheart. You're all I need.

Noble bastard with the heart of gold and winning smile and dumb dumb hair. 

Collapsing on the mat, angry tears fall as you quickly unwrap your knuckles. Angry at yourself for the breakdown, angrier at him for… well… everything else.

Bucky cleans up the cuts and bruises, holds an ice pack down with a soft apology on his lips. You're not sure if it's for the ice or what his idiot best friend did to your heart. You don't ask.

You wake to the fading sensation of his arms around your waist, only to be faced with the reality of an empty bed. 

A part of you still held out hope - disgusting hope - that he would return. That it was just a fluke of time travel. But the days passed and no one ever appeared outside your door to kiss away the aches and pains of a broken heart.

You ignore the unread messages on your phone, finding solace under the covers of a too-big bed.

It's only after a restless night, when you're faced with your reflection in the mirror, that a little bell goes off in your head.

I need a change.

Was it a universal desire to chop off all your hair after a broken heart? Or was it just a cliche that fell in line with crying at romcoms and eating actual tubs of ice cream?

Either way, you clean up and make an appointment with your salon.

It feels amazing.

Having someone else shampoo your head is at the top of the list for best touches ever - especially after becoming a touch-starved hermit for longer than you'd like to admit. And you felt like a big change, so you go for a totally out of the box color while you're at it.

One that the girlfriend of image-heavy Captain America would never have.

And then a pedicure. And manicure. And champagne and when was the last time you did even the smallest bit of self-care? That shit needs to change. Now.

It's more therapeutic than any session could ever hope to be.

You laugh when Bucky does a double-take in the kitchen. Having walked right past you, only to slowly back up and ogle your new hair.

"It looks good."

There's a hint of relief that floods your senses to know it doesn't look like a crazy mess.

"Suits you," he offers, seemingly transfixed on the new hues framing your face.

The triumph of taking down the Winter Soldier, even if he may have been going a little easy on you, is a blast of adrenaline. Bouncing up on the mat with an exuberant whoop! You feel invincible.

Bucky just chuckles as he sits up.

"Not bad, sweetheart."

There's a hint of a familiar phrase that has you doing a slow turn. He's already moving back over to his bag to swig some water. But it doesn't sting, doesn't pull a sour taste in your mouth at the thought of the other guy who used to call you all the pet names. Maybe it was just a slip of the hundred-year-old tongue. 

You were never great at catching onto obvious flirtations anyway.

"Think you're up for another round?" a hint of nerves threading around your voice.

Bucky watches carefully for one long moment, setting his water bottle down and wiping his mouth with his arm.

"Sure, darlin'."

He stalks back to the mat, keeping a good distance between you as he watches you sizing him up.

"Think you can handle this, Barnes?"

You watch the lazy smirk tugging at his lips while feeling a burst of confidence radiating from your body. It felt good, like things were actually turning in your favor - the storm cloud was dissipating. Maybe it was finally time to focus on you.

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Rejected Death!?

Member: Pentagon Hongseok

Prompt Used and Credit: In the 15th century, Death asked you out. You rejected him. Furious and humiliated, he swore to never return for you. Six centuries later, you’re still alive.

Credit: @writing-prompt-s

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           They were the fairest among the whole crowd in the market. He couldn’t help himself and started pinning on them for a while. Learning about their schedules just so they could just watch from a distance while doing his work in between when they weren’t out and about. After all, Hongseok is Death, or else the population would grow out of control. But he also needs his down times every now and then.

           It’s been months of pinning and falling for them even more to where he thought now was best to make himself known. He had to make it look casual…Okay…here we go…. “Excuse me! Would you like to try this ham? It’s super delicious!”

           He watched as they approached and took a small sample from the stands front counter and examined it before popping the food into their mouth. He nearly fainted at their delighted expression. “Wow! It’s delicious! How did you make it?”

           “Just a little bit of salt and put it over the stove to smoke it!” Hongseok could die any moment…

           “Hmm…It’s good! I’ll take one.” They paid him and took the wrapped ham from his hands. “I’m afraid I’ve never seen you before. Are you new in the village?”

           “U-um…yes! I moved here just a week ago. My name is D-“ Oh crap! I’ve grown so used to being called Death, I almost said it! “It’s Hongseok!” He held his hand out and they hesitantly took it.

           “Nice to meet you Hongseok. I’m Y/n. Me and my family lives just over that hill over there. We grow herbs.”

           He obviously already knew that, but nothing is stopping him from hearing them speak directly to him about their life. “I see.” Was he sweating? Does he even sweat? Wait, am I nervous?!

           “Well, it was nice to meet you Hongseok. I’ll see you around.” They waved him goodbye and he finally let go of the breath he was holding. I almost told them my real name! He felt a nervous breakdown coming on, but he quickly swallowed it down and acknowledged his accomplishment of gaining their attention. He smirked to himself at the thought.

           Their conversations have been going on like this for several weeks before he decided to take it to the next step. Y/n was laughing at his story about his ‘hunting’ showdown when he cleared his throat. “Listen Y/n, I was thinking that maybe you could go with me to the festival happening two days from now.”

           They looked at him before avoiding eye contact. “Sorry. But I’m already going with someone else. And I’m also sorry but I know you like me. I know you’ve been following me around for a while. But you should stop. I like someone else.”

           Okay…ouch. “That’s a lie. I know you don’t like anyone.” He glared at the person in front of him. “You’ll regret this. Death will not return to you.”

           And just like that, Hongseok vanished from the village.

           It’s been centuries since you’ve last saw him. You crossed your arms over your chest as you stared down into the coffee cup in front of you. You almost wanted to throw it out the window at the memory. Instead, you gritted your teeth and clenched your fist. “That bastard. How was I supposed to know he literally meant that Death will not return for me?”

           It’s the 21st century and you have yet to die…or even age. Time has frozen for you since you rejected Death. You have watched your world transform into this modern city. The small village you lived in turn into apartments and skyscrapers growing high into the bright blue sky.

           You’re now a little over 600 years old but still look like you’re in your 20s. Nothing has changed for you except your thoughts on life. You grew fond of your long immortal life.

           You finished your coffee and made the trek to your apartment. You were tired after a day of hard work at the greenhouse and was ready to go home to relax and watch TV. You entered the passcode and hung your coat up and went into the living room

           “Hello. Long time no see Y/n. How’s life treating you?”

           You stood there frozen to the ground. No emotion shown on your face. Right on your couch was Death himself, Hongseok. Funny…You were just thinking about the memory and here that bastard is. Right in your living room. “Uh. Y/n? You there? Helloooo?” He waved his hand in front of your face but your quickly grabbed his wrist and squeezed as hard as you could. “Hey! That hurts you know! Ouch! Don’t squeeze too hard!”

           “Hongseok…” He shut up after hearing his name. You glared up at him and he gulped. “I’LL KILL YOU!” Y/n lounged themselves at him and started to strangle him. “Do you have any idea how pissed I am at you? You’re a jerk! I ought to kill you for this! Six centuries and you just now decide to show your face to me?”

           “H-hey! You can’t really kill me!”

           “Oh yeah? Just watch me.” They squeezed his neck harder and he nearly fainted at the pain. It is true, he can’t die. BUT HE CAN FEEL PAIN!

           “Okay. Okay. I get it. Please let go!”

           They quickly got off him but was still heaving with anger. “Care to explain why you decided to put this curse on me?”

           Hongseok stood up and wiped down his black T-shirt. “Well, you rejected me, and I was angry because of so. I found it fitting to let you continue living your long life.”

           “WHAT! All because I rejected you about going to that damn festival with you?”

           He shrugged his shoulders at them. “You really hurt my feelings at the time. I mean, you did lie about liking someone else. I am Death you know. A god? I can tell when someone is lying to me.”

           He looked at them through his bangs and felt his cheeks heat up a little. He does like them still. He kept a close eye on them for this long. Laughing at their anger spouts to him, and when they smiled at the plants, they grew that Spring time. They still amazed him. He just didn’t like all the people they went on dates with. Luckily, they never worked out…thanks to him. Totally didn’t have anything to do with that….

           “I-I only said that because I was nervous.”

           “Huh? Nervous?”

           “Yeah. It was my first time liking someone and I didn’t know what to do. So…I panicked…”

           He could die. He totally could just die right there in their living room. How could he be so stupid!? Was he that blinded by anger that he couldn’t read into the situation like that? He thought back on the memory for any signs of their nervous ticks. Them looking to the side, fiddling with their fingers behind their back, biting down on their tongue. Oh no. They were nervous! I totally read into it wrong…Wait what? “He pointed at himself with rosy cheeks. “You liked me?”

           “Yeah.”

           “Oops…”

           “Huh? What do you mean ‘oops’?”

           “I may have read into the situation wrong and well, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have cursed you like this! It was all my fault. My feelings of anger got the best of me and I didn’t let you explain to me any further!”

           “Okay. I think apologies is way overdue and not necessary now.”

           “But…you wanted to kill me.”

           “Yeah for not visiting me at all! I wanted to explain to you to whole rejection thing for so long. I got mad at you for completely ignoring me. I even yelled prayed at you.”

           He tightened his lips at all the memories of hearing your voice in his head to ‘come out and face me like a man you coward’. “Right. You pray way too loud you know?”

           You growled and he quickly shut up. “Now that you’re here and know about the whole situation. I feel a lot better now. So, what are you doing here?”

           “You’re just now asking me that?” He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head. “I just thought I would finally pop back up to see you. I was going to make fun of you.”

           “You really want to die, don’t you?” Y/n sighed and looked at a wall. “Well, now that you’re here and cleared up the misunderstandings. I was wondering, you want to go to the festival this weekend?”

           Hongseok felt his cheeks burn and a small smile appeared on his lips. “Y-Yeah. That sounds nice.”

[andaleduardo]

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91: Tell me you need me

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Fridaysare the worse, now.

Itwasn’t like this back in high school, or even during the first year of college.But now they’re older, flourished, whatever. And now, Eddie likes to go to dumbcollege parties every Friday and drag Ben and Richie along.

Thethree of them had planned out everything once they shared that they wanted togo to the same college. They made it happen, stuck together, and to Richie’s request, one of them hadto be his roommate in the dorms. He wouldn’t have it other way.

Atfirst, Eddie said no. There’s no way he’d share a small space with someone sounorganized and “lazy”. But in the three seconds that had followed,he must have thought about what it would be like to share a room with acomplete stranger, and he changed his mind on the spot. Luckily, Ben was more than okay with getting a roommate he never met before.

Withthat said, Richie was very pleased with the outcome. But now… Now, Eddie wasdifferent, finally free from his mother’s watch.Richie couldn’t blame him, exactly. The guy missed out on many things, and nowhe saw himself on his own, able to do whatever he pleased. So, that’s what hedid. And Richie could only hope Eddie would use his sane brain to think througheverything before actually doing something.

Itstarted the first time Eddie said they should go to a party.

Usually,Richie went to some, but only Ben had agreed to go with him, once, and Eddiealways refused. So, he went alone when he felt like drinking a little andunwinding from classes. The surprising factor here was, Eddie showed interest in going to a party.

Theywent, drank a little, enjoyed themselves. Richie had the amazing experience ofseeing Eddie drink something other than beer for the first time. The wholething went better than he had expected, in the end.

Butthen, next Friday came around and Richie found himself being dragged to yetanother party.

It justbugged him. Eddie wasn’t supposed to be into this. Richie always saw Eddie assomeone different, which wasn’t fair, but he couldn’t shake off the feelingthat seeing Eddie drinking and dancing was something odd. Richie couldn’t evenenjoy the parties, himself. He just stood aside watching him and thinking “What the fuck changed?”

Even Benwas a little weirded out. They ended up talking about it, the two of them. ButBen had said that Eddie was happy, and as long as he was careful and conscious,Richie should support him.

Richietried.

Itwasn’t like he had the right to think anything about it. It’s not his life,Eddie can do whatever he wants. Maybe there was something wrong with Richie,after all, not Eddie. Maybe he was being a shitty, judgmental friend. He kept quiet about it, never questioned Eddie or his sudden desire to put himselfout there. But he couldn’t stop himself from keeping an eye out for him everyFriday, even if Eddie stopped asking for their company after a party number four.Richie counted.

That’show he found himself on wobbling knees a few weeks ago, at the sight of Eddiekissing a random guy that he could faintly recognize from one of his classes.

It tookevery puff of breath out of Richie’s lungs, and he had to force himself to turnaround and leave before he could set his mind up to go and sock the guy’s noseout of his face.

Thatnight, Richie found himself crying in his small and uncomfortable dorm bed andblamed it on the little he had to drink.By the time he heard Eddie come back and curse under his breath when hestumbled to find his bed, Richie set his mind to one thing.

Hewished they weren’t roommates.

Thingsonly got worse after that.Eddie started getting quieter during the day. Their conversations became drierand fewer, which broke Richie’s heart for reasons he tried not to understand.

Eventually,he did. Richie understood. The feelings he carried and emotions he showed andhid, everything. Eddie was more important to him than he had actually realized.

Itwasn’t so rough coming to terms with that. Richie accepted it easily, but itonly seemed to break him more. Because now he knows what he is facing. Theperson he fell for kissing other people, the person he fell for gettingdistant, the person he fell for growing in ways Richie wanted to experiencefirst hand. He might have realized all of this months too late, but Richie wished he couldhave been the first mouth Eddie’s lips met. Wished he could have been the firstperson to dance with him on his first college party, and much more.

That’swhy it hurt in excruciating ways deep within his chest when, one night, Richiehad to watch Eddie leave the party they were currently at, with another boy whokept getting his hands all over his body.

The hardestpart, Eddie seemed into it, eager. Their eyes met for a second and, once again,Richie had to sip from his cup and turn to leave before giving too much thoughtto Eddie’s blown out pupils. He felt sick to his stomach while dragging hisfeet to their dorm.

Eddie.Eddie touching someone else. Someone else touching Eddie.

That wasthe last thought swimming through Richie’s brain before he allowed himself tofall on top of the cheap mattress that seemed to have become his best companionover the last semester.

So,maybe the sight of Eddie licking another guy’s mouth open was worth bleachingyour eyes for. But instead of bleach, Richie cleaned his eyes out withreluctant, embarrassed tears. Because he had no right to cry over Eddie, noright to blame him for his acts and how they may affect Richie’s feelings thatEddie doesn’t even know about.

Andmaybe that’s for the best. There’s still a chance to go back, nothing’s ruinedyet. But Richie still cried. His efforts to push away the sick, mental imagesof Eddie’s body under someone else’s not working.

It’s inthose moments that he really wished Eddie and him weren’t roommates, becausethe door opened suddenly, and Richie lifted his head up from the tear stainedpillow to stare puzzlingly at the door.

Eddiewas leaning against it, looking a bit too pink, messed up hair and the shirtthat had been previously tucked inside his jeans was now creased and untidy.Something inside Richie felt incredibly wrong, and to top it all, Eddiewouldn’t look at him, instead just going about his business and getting readyfor bed.

Richieshould have thought before speaking, but he just had to ask.

“Eds.”He cleared his throat. “Are you okay?”

Richie’svoice must have sounded worse than he realized, because Eddie, who was sittingon his bed with his back turned to Richie, stopped midway of getting his shoesoff and snapped his neck to face him.

“Are youcrying?” He asked, incredulous. Richie saw Eddie’s tired expression turn intoone of worry. “What’s wrong?” He got up, one shoe still on the left foot, andwalked over to Richie’s bed. Richie widened his eyes and he shook his head,curls bouncing.

“Rich,you’re crying.” Richie denied it again, giving Eddie some space as the boyclimbed up into bed with him and toed the other shoe off. “Your cheeks areliterally wet.” Eddie gave a short sympathetic smile. “What happened?”

Richielet his head fall on the pillows again and took in the sight in front of him.Eddie smelled like someone else, his own scent barely there, lost under a layerof sweat and some other boy’s cologne. He was dressed up, far too differentfrom the things he used to wear before this whole glow up started. Richie triedto find his Eddie again, in this boy laying beside him. He was scared for amoment that he wouldn’t.

I’ve lost him, he thought. I’ve lost the most important personin my life.

Hismouth worked against his will.

“I- tellme you’re still you, that… that I didn’t lose you…” He whispered through weaksobs, unsure of how to control himself. “Eds,do you still need me? Tell me you need me.”

Eddie’smouth fell open. He was quiet for some time, or long enough for Richie to lookaway and regret. He probably didn’t make much sense, Eddie probably thought hewas plainly drunk.

Finally,he broke the silence. “…You’re the only person I’ll ever need, Richie.” Eddie’sscrunched up his eyebrows. “And I’m still me, I’ll always be me.”

Thewords made him look up. He searched every bit of Eddie’s face.

It was inhis eyes, that always carried something bright, noticeable even in the dark,that Richie found him. Eddie’s eyes are still the same, uncertain, somewhatinnocent, young, loveable, trustworthy.

The remainingtears dried up, Eddie’s words enough to calm him down. Richie nodded and allowedhis gaze to rest upon other places. Eddie’s hands, shoulders, neck. There weresome new marks painting the softest looking skin Richie has ever found. For now,they were mostly red and pink, soon to become purple, and hopefully quick todisappear.

“Whathappened?” He spoke softly. That’s when he realized his hand had somehowtravelled to rest against the bruises painting his neck, fingers slowly tracingthem.

Eddie’sbehaviour changed in a matter of seconds. His cheeks started to tint, and he turnedhis body to stare at the ceiling.

“You’llmake fun of me.” He whispered.

“I wouldnever.” With interest, Richie got up on one elbow, wiped his damp cheeks andsniffled. “What’s up?” He pocked Eddie’s ribs.

Shrinkingaway from the touch, Eddie shrugged and bit his lip. He didn’t look like he’dspeak any time sooner.

“I’massuming it wasn’t hot, heavy sex ‘cause you were gone for like… fifteen minutes?”Richie tried to liven up the mood, but it sort of ended up making it worse forhimself. He really didn’t need to know further on the topic.

Eddiegroaned, clearly embarrassed. “Yeah, fifteen minutes without me and you had abreakdown, Tozier.” He played right back.

Richiestayed quiet, not knowing what to say. Eddie whined after a bit and covered hisface with both hands. “It wasn’t even close to sex…”

Tryingnot to look too pleased, Richie pushed on. “Then what happened?”

“Nothinghappened. That’s kind of the issue.” Eddie sighed and dropped his hands by hissides. Correcting himself, he added. “Well, no. Not an issue, I just-” He groaned,conflicted. “It wouldn’t feel right.”Eddie finally looked into Richie’s eyes before continuing. “If it was him, Imean.”

If hewasn’t too careful, Richie thought he’d start crying again, for slightly betterreasons, hopefully. “Would if feel right with anyone else?”

“Notanyone…” Eddie didn’t look away. “Just, maybe someone-”

“Bigger?”Richie’s big mouth ruined, yet another, possibly good moment.

“No!” Immediately, Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose and his featuresscrunched up in disgust. “What the fuck, Richie, I knew you’d make fun of me!”

“I’m not,I’m not, I swear!” He couldn’t help but chuckle light heartedly through hisstuffy nose. Confidently, Richie lowered his head to rest it upon Eddie’s torso.“Sorry…” He sighed once Eddie’s fingers started to run through his hair. “Is it bad thatthat makes me happy?” He whispered.

“Hm?”Eddie inquired, his hands not faltering once.

“Thatyou didn’t have sex tonight.” Richie clarified. That made Eddie’s actions stop for a second. “Is it bad that I’m happyabout it? Am I an awful person?” His voice sounded small again.

Eddiedidn’t speak for a long time, Richie thought that he wouldn’t breathe againunless Eddie said something. But they just stood there in silence until,eventually, Eddie resumed his actions of untangling the knots in Richie’s hair.

“I left aguy with blue balls, literally ran the fuck out of his room.” Eddie’s wordsmade both of them chuckle, a tiny layer of nervousness palpable. “I told you itdidn’t feel right.”

Richiewasn’t sure if he was supposed to say something back, either that or Eddie wasstuck in what to say next. “You did.”

“It didn’tfeel right… because it wasn’t you.” Under his hands, Eddie felt Richie’s bodytense up.

In asnap, Richie lifted his head up and stared down at Eddie. He had the biggestdorky smile plastered on his face.

“It’s nota joke, right? I’ll never let you live that down, Eds. You’re fucking stuckwith me.” He couldn’t stop his stupid, lovestruck smile.

Eddierolled his eyes, but Richie saw through that. “Sorry I said someth-”

“Can Ikiss you?” Richie cut him off, too much energy vibrating through his veins atthe moment. He blurted out. “I’ll make it feel right.”

Eddie simplysmiled, eyes always shiny, and brought both hands up to sit on either side ofRichie’s face, fingers resting behind his ears. He whispered back.

“I knowyou will.”

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Dallas’ Breakdown of the Frozen 2 Trailer

It’s finally here, you guys! After waiting for five and half years, we have a trailer for Frozen 2. And Disney certainly did not disappoint! A lot of things have already started circulating around here, and definitely a lot of points out there to give some thought, but for right now I intend to do a FULL breakdown of the trailer and give the initial thoughts I had when I first watched the trailer, expanding on certain thoughts or points, and including a few things I’ve seen and my take on them. So, get comfortable! This is going to be a lot. I don’t plan to go into TOO much detail with some things, as those will be saved for other later posts!

There is A LOT going on in the introduction/opening scene right off the bat. With Elsa looking out over a storming, raging sea and seemingly completely alone on a shoreline.

Now, I know many people have speculated that this could be her training and pushing herself, but my initial thought was: She’s trying to get somewhere/ to someone. And my thought on that still stands. The shore type is not at all anything we’ve seen in Arendelle. And, while yes, she could be somewhere else to do said training, I don’t believe she’d travel far enough for that sort of change to happen. Not to mention she seems rather ill-prepared for any sort of training, and not planning ahead is typically just not Elsa’s style.

And, seeing as she’s also with no one else on that shore, her goal being to get to someone (possibly Anna) to help them I feel is a more likely scenario. Now, the HOW and the WHY she’s there to begin with, not the slightest idea. Regardless, it’s clear she’s determined as all fuck to get through, and isn’t about to stop until she either gets where she needs to go, or dies trying. Although, even then, Elsa might not accept death as an option in the first place.

But, she’s definitely going through a process of trial and error. When climbing over the waves didn’t work, she went through it. And, when she was encountered a far larger wave, she tried going through it again, only this time with magic. Which, clearly didn’t work out.

I’ve seen a few people commenting on how it seems like her magic is weaker or not at it’s full potential as she could just ‘freeze the whole wave/ocean’. And, as a friend had pointed out to me, no. No, she couldn’t. Not because of a weakening of power, but rather simply a lack of power to go against the raw force of nature. Oceans during storms are insanely powerful, and how ice freezes on running water is FAR different than freezing calmer waters. But, its clear Elsa is sure as hell going to try to anyway.

The clip then cuts to Anna coming out to a balcony, in her nightgown, with...we’re going to call them Ice Floaties until further notice.

They seem to be almost literally everywhere. Outside, at least. And, just judging by the few near Anna, they don’t seem to be incredibly big. I can only guess what they are at this point, but they all seem to hold one of four symbols, which can be seen on the most recently released poster for the film.

My own thoughts were, if they do relate to the theme that seems to be continuing on in this trailer, they are referring to the elements; Air, Water, Earth and Fire. As to which is which, I couldn’t say. But, we’ve already been introduced to the water element from the very beginning, of course, being the storm and the ocean. We’ll touch upon the others as we go. Another small detail I noticed and thought was interesting is they seem to shimmer in a wave pattern, starting from the left side of the screen and moving across to the right side. Not sure if that’s anything important right now, or just the reflection of the moon, but I thought it was worth noting.

Next, of course, we get an awesome shot of Kristoff and Sven at the head of a reindeer herd. A true, valiant, pungent reindeer king. Now, from what we have seen, they do appear to be in whatever valley/new land/etc. the group seems to find themselves in. And, given that both of their expressions seem to be very similar/parallel to their expressions when they were retruning to Arendelle to help Anna at the climax of the first film, I can only imagine they’re again either racing towards something or someone important, or potentially charging towards an adversary. With a whole herd of reindeer to whoop ass.

There isn’t much more to take from this scene, however. The location itself isn’t ENTIRELY clear, and with no other context, it’s hard to take anything else away from it. Other than the fact that Kristoff seems to be sporting some sort of brown fur undershirt.

Once again cutting right on over to Anna! I’ve heard some people state she’s in a cave, but from what I can see here, I believe she might in fact be on a shore as well. The water on the left is far calmer than what we’ve seen, but the texture of the floor seems to be made up of those same rocks that we saw at the beginning. Which, if Elsa IS in fact trying to reach Anna, would make sense for her to be in a similar environment. I’m not sure what she’s currently holding in her hands but my guess would be a book, or perhaps the satchel she has in the next clip. Regardless of what it is, I believe inside it is what potentially could be what started this whole thing. Information, perhaps, they were either looking for or that they had used to bring them here in the first place.

Which brings us to Anna climbing up to a cave. Something I have found interesting at this point, is that with each of these clips, each of the characters have been shown alone. Whether it so happens to just be the shot angles or simply a brief moment where they are alone before another comes in, the fact that they are singled out and seemingly going against things on their own is rather interesting. Were the separated on purpose, or was it more a thing of bad luck that had they end up as they are?

It’s here, though, that I again bring up elements. As we saw with Elsa we had water, and here, we have Anna climbing a mountain, or as one could look at it, overcoming earth. A trail again made of an elemental force. It could be I’m reading too far into this idea, but worth prodding at every possibility. But, again, we have Anna still just as determined as the others to accomplish her task. And, I now also have to wonder the urgency of all that is happening, and what would have prompted this to begin with.

We now turn to yet another example of an element. Although, it’s clear this fire is no regular fire. Not just by it’s bright shade of pink and purple, but from the fact that it completely negates Elsa’s powers. The moment her ice touches that barrier of fire it melts, it evaporates. Which, at that current time and era, could not simply come from any fire. Which has me wonder further if perhaps there are other people who posses the ability to control certain elements. Which, if the themeing is truly a hint to us, is a strong possibility.

Especially when taking this scene into consideration, where air/wind seems to make a direct path to this boy and tosses him up into the air. Not much more to say on that aspect as now all four elements have been shown in one way or another in the trailer, but who the hell are these kids?

Is this a flashback for someone? Are these perhaps kids who are related to, or at least companions to other elementals? Are they perhaps just kids that happen to run into the group during their travelling? WHOMST?! That said, they are definitely kids. If anything, they seem to both be around the age of 14-17, so I don’t believe it’ll be anyone we know, nor will be related to anyone we know.

And then we have this beautiful scene. From their expressions and where they stand, my guess is this is the first time they may be looking over what they have to cross in order to get to whatever destination they’re aiming for. A look of amazement, and perhaps shock from Elsa, and something more of a determined, stoic expression from both Anna and Kristoff. We see Olaf with them here as well, which, given that we’ve only seen him twice in the trailer, there’s a nice question of where the hell is he during everything else? We see him only with Elsa in the fire, and no where else. Did he get taken? Did something else happen to him? Istfg Disney, if you melt this snowman there will be cONSEQUENCES!

Then, of course, we have this ending gem. Again, we don’t see Olaf, and oddly enough we seen nothing of Sven either. Are they perhaps together, then? Those two separate from these three? Or, perhaps are they just trotting up ahead before Anna happens to see...whatever is behind them. I don’t have much more thought on what it could possibly be, though. I know some have thrown around the idea that it could be Hans, but the only thing I could think of if it is him, is that he happened to follow them and is there to ‘offer’ his help. Not that I believe any would be very trusting nor excited for his ‘help’. But, who knows. What Anna is striking out at is as good a guess as anyone’s.

So, there are my overall general thoughts and wonderings on the trailer! As I said, I won’t go too into depth as of now with all points, but I wanted to get my thoughts out. Send an ask or reply, or even a reblog if you’d like to add anything or if I perhaps missed something! Thank you for taking the time to read this monster post, though! Stay lovely, snowflakes. <3