#odinsibs

[invisible-hand]

Another Monstrous May prompt fill from last year! This one was for "monster under the bed" and is a kid Sylvie and her Thor ficlet.

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Something was amiss in Thor’s chambers. He’d discovered his door ajar upon returning from his afternoon history lesson, and felt with a tingle on the back of his neck that there was someone waiting inside.

“Hello?” He called through the crack, but no one answered, so he shoved it the rest of the way open and crossed the threshold with his fists held ready. 

He glanced around, noticing a few things appeared to be knocked over and out of place. But by who? And why? A muffled snuffling sound pricked Thor’s ears in the quiet. He paced closer to the bed, and the sound grew louder, and louder still when he crouched down. He dropped onto his hands and knees, and peered under the bed. 

He almost startled at the face staring back at him from the thin space. The face was deep blue in color, the skin decorated with ornate ridges, and the red on red eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. The creature’s expression pinched into a sob, and a fresh set of tears followed the tracks already lining her face. Thor matched posture, laying down on his side with his arm serving as a pillow, so the face was no longer sideways, but upright to his eyes. 

“I think I’ve gotten a bit old for hide and seek, sister,” He said.

Sylvie gave a wet sounding laugh and managed a wan smile, and he was all at once glad that he’d suppressed his surprise at her ancestral appearance; it was not the first but the second time he’d seen it, after all. The first had been a terrible day, decades earlier, when she had been dangerously sick with a fever too high for her physiology to handle. Mother and Eir enchanted an ice bath so cold it burned Thor’s hand when he touched it, and so he screamed bloody murder when they went to submerge her in it. He knew she was a Frost Giant, but fear overrode logic in his young mind, and he had to be restrained by Odin as she was being lowered in.

But after only a moment in the icy liquid her skin had flushed a deep azure, her terrible shivering ceased, and she’d been able to truly rest for the first time in days, Frigga holding her head to make sure it didn’t slip below the surface in her sleep. “Sister looks weird but pretty,” he recalled saying, while stroking her long, dark hair. 

She looked no less so now, if a bit disconcerting when found hunkering under his bed.

“What happened,” Thor coaxed. 

Sylvie freed one arm enough to wipe at her nose with her sleeve. “I wanted to show off to the other kids in my botany class today, so–don’t lecture me–I tried to perform a revealing spell for them. It turned back on me and…and it revealed what is under father’s enchantment.” She rushed through the last part, stumbling over her words.

“And what happened next?” Thor scooted a few inches closer and offered his hand, palm up. She took it. Tears welled in Sylvie’s crimson eyes once more. 

“They c-called me a m-m-monster,” She sobbed. “I ran right here, because people kept staring at me.”

When looking for safety, she’d come to her big brother’s room. Thor squeezed her chilly blue fingers. “Want me to punch anyone in the nose?” 

Sylvie laughed. “No, they’re too little compared to you, it wouldn’t be right. And I’ll get them later, I’ll put snakes in their shoes.” 

“As long as no snakes are harmed in the process. Are you ready to come out? You can stay in my room as long as you like, this is a safe to be blue space.” 

Sylvie offered her other hand, and he took it and dragged her out from her hiding place. Her tunic and leggings were rumpled and dusty. 

“If you want you can rest here with me a bit, and then I’ll go get mother to turn you back, so you don’t have to walk anywhere else like this if you don’t want to.”

She nodded and sniffed, so Thor kicked his boots off and climbed onto the bed, seating himself with his back against the headboard. Sylvie crawled in after him, and laid down with her small head in his lap. 

“I can tell you a story, how about the Midgardian one about the bird women who lure sailors to their deaths.”

“They’re called sirens, and I’m too old for stories, but sure.”

“No one is too old for stories, Sylv,” Thor said, and proceeded to tell it with as many embellishments as possible, making sure that the sailors of the Midgardian seas were the villains, pirates invading the siren’s lands, and the sirens weren’t monsters but people defending their home. He stroked her hair all the while, until her breaths were long and even with sleep. He carefully relocated her head to a pillow, and pulled his boots back on. 

“If you’re a monster, you’re my little monster,” Thor whispered, then slipped out into the hallway to go find their mother.

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[galaxythreads]

hey galaxythreads. i think the 1602 verse has the ideal dynamics for the odinson kids. hela is queen instead of discarded. thor has all of his siblings safe in one place (well before the portal. rip hela). and loki is unburdened by the throne and is given the attention he yearns (theatre). like good for them. plus. they are all drama queens. good on carter for calling them out.

personally, I love the dysfunctional mess that COULD have been a post Ragnarok arc, but 1602 was kinda fun, i guess? It was just so...calm, lol. I hated Loki in it, he just felt like comic relief, but i think there's an interesting story to poke at (before the universe is being ripped into shreds and Hela is killed (rip)). Like if I wrote 1602, it would be so much darker, but the concept of the world appeals to me.

Idk, part of the appeal of the Odinsibs to me right now is NOT that they all get along, but that they don't. I love just smashing them together and letting them destroy each other while simultaneously putting the broken parts back together.

But captain Carter was absolutely right. Thor is WAAAAAAY more of a drama queen than Loki is. They're all awful about presentation and flashy entrances (love them for this), but Thor is just SO dramatic it's ridiculous. I love him for this. Have you guys seen that post about Thor's drama? i haven't seen it for a while, but every time it comes up i always feel so bad for Thor who missed out on his real calling:

being a supervillain.

[shaylogic]

I keep forgetting to post my dumb Age of Ultron headcanon about Thor

Ok, so, Ultron is set right after the Dark World, when Thor really believes that Loki is dead. And right after that movie, starting in Age of Ultron, Thor got ridiculously fashionable. I mean, he had the really cool poncho and the pretty hair in The Dark World, and really everyone looks beautiful in that movie, but the red blazer? The form-fitting under armour in the quinjet at the beginning of the movie?!

Thor was just irresponsibly attractive in Avengers 2. Like, to the point that literally nobody could pretend that they didn't notice it, including the straight men. You can fight me on that.

But then, starting in Thor: Ragnarok, he realizes Loki's alive and immediately goes back to chill, casual clothes.

So, my dumb headcanon is that when Thor believed Loki was dead, he decided with a heavy sigh: "It seems that the burden of being the fashion queen of the family has fallen to me now."

[ruiyuki]

Odin: I will bring peace, order, and stability to the Nine Realms.

Me: you fucked up three perfectly good children is what you did. Look at them, they've got anxiety.

[sayitwithsarcophilus]

Marvel/Black Jewels: specific characters

Sam Wilson: Purple-Dusk Warlord Healer.  Comes from a predominately light-jeweled middle-class Blood family with a lot of Eyrien ancestry.  Sam got the wings.  

Frank Castle: Tiger’s-Eye Warlord Prince.  Mostly fights like a Badass Normal and uses Craft for defense and mundane utility, but has the true lack of chill of his caste.  In fact, Matt and Foggy’s defense at the trial might have been “Mr. Castle is exhibiting perfectly normal behavior for a Warlord Prince who has just seen his wife and children murdered in front of him, and in fact, is showing admirable restraint by only targeting parties connected to the original killings.”  It would’ve worked with a Blood jury.

Wanda Maximoff: rare first-generation Blood/Mutant hybrid.  Has all the standard powers of a red-jeweled witch, plus probability manipulation.  (Or telepathy/tk, if I go for her MCU powerset.)

Doreen Green: Twilight’s Dawn, unclassifiable.  Squirrel Girl is actually a very specific incarnation of Witch - the dreams made flesh of kindred squirrels and comics fans who were fed up with the Dark Age and missed the good old days of fighting giant apes on the moon.

Shuri: Gray-Jeweled Black Widow Healer.  Less mystical and more scientifically minded than is usual for the Hourglass, but she is very good at fixing people.

Hela: Odin’s only Black-Jeweled child, and a vanishingly rare female Warlord Prince.  Fear her.  

Loki: Gray-Jeweled male (well, most of the time) Black Widow with a particular gift for illusions.

Thor: The odd one out of the Odinsibs, as an unusually powerful but otherwise standard Ebon-Gray Prince.

Sarah Rogers: Summer-Sky Healer.

Steve Rogers: Steve’s as much of an Outside Context Problem as Squirrel Girl, although subtler about it.  And it’s Erskine’s fault.  In this universe, the super soldier project procedure was as much a Blood ritual as a scientific experiment in physical enhancement.  (Schmidt and his fellow Mad Science Nazis were understandably obsessed with the idea of a whole human subspecies of super-people with genetically programmed loyalty, even if they didn’t quite understand just how poorly Blood psychology was suited for a state organized like Nazi Germany.)  Steve effectively went through a second Offering to the Darkness that rocketed him from Rose to Sapphire, which is NOT supposed to happen normally.  It also changed his caste resonance.  The ritual was supposed to create a hybrid super-caste with the combined psychic attributes of a Warlord Prince and a Queen, in order to create the perfect war leader.  Steve didn’t get all that, but he did occasionally get younger agents trying to sniff his neck and pledge their eternal fealty when he was with SHIELD.