#post ragnarok

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Cries of Thunder

Chapter Twenty-Five

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Pairing: Thor Odinson x OFC Fallon Smith (post Ragnarok - no Thanos)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mischief. This story deals with themes of past spousal abuse to the extremes. There is a chance that all chapters may deal with tough or triggering themes. Please read with caution.

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When Loki arrived to pick her up on Friday evening, Fallon sighed in relief. It wasn't that she didn't love Pepper or find the job as her assistant invigorating and challenging, but it was a lot of work and utterly exhausting. 

She'd only been at it a few weeks, but Fallon was beginning to think she wasn't cut out to be Pepper's non-stop executive assistant. It wasn't that she couldn't do the job; she was efficient and competent now that she was up to speed and running at Nancy's level; it was more that she wasn't sure she wanted to do the job. 

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[ryebread-x]

Adult! Vali

So this went from me trying to do a redesign of my versions of Vali and Narfi to drawing my version of adult Vali. Anyways here’s Adult! Vali he was turned back to normal after Thrud and Gersemi found him as a wolf then took him to Freya. As an adult he took after both Sigyn and Loki a little bit personality wise. While still cocky he definitely has more of blatant/visible softer side to him then either of his parents. Vali ends up marrying one of the surviving valkyries(not Thrud though ,but the two date for a short period of time Post- Ragnarok before they realize they’re just better off as friends rather than lovers). Vali does reconnect with his mother and Sigyn is just happy that he’s alive. The two mourn their loses together and while Vali stays in Asgard with his family he still visits his mother in Vanaheim when he can. Sigyn also ends up giving Vali her old coat.

[musclesandhammering]

The concept of some post-ragnarok/infinity war/endgame loki joining Thor back on earth as the edgy demon acquaintance everyone’s nervous around & he constantly talks about how he’s “on probation” or “oh fuck I’m not going back to prison!!” mostly just to screw with the newer avengers who don’t know him well 💀💀

[forkes]

Horus loves pluto

As thoth needs earth

Set needs saturn but looks to mercury and mars

the black of space loves the holes in its pigments

Venus loves Artemis like a new loves getting stuck in honey because Artemis loses beauty patents by no t enter don't forget to mentions spa I'm France and margin butter cakes.

Please understand SoB story reader.

A man with a paper bag on his head who knows more than he can explain needs a doctor not a comedian. He cannot have more patients dying. (O>O) HoL needs to see the light his eyes were understandabl y too much for the world too see

Sun sky storm rain thunder lightning. No one felt the lightning! They are all chared and still talk of hope for redemption in God's eyes.

[forgan-forge]

I’m sad about them so I drew them hugging :>

[wwillywonka]

☆GET TO KNOW ME♡: [11/?] Favorite Characters

LOKI - Marvel Cinematic Universe (2011-2023)

- I don't enjoy hurting people. I... I don't enjoy it. I do it because I have to- because I've had to. -Okay, explain that to me. -Because it's part of the illusion. It's the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear. -A desperate play for control. You do know yourself. -A villain. -That's not how I see it.

[alnyis]

in love he is :p

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Marvel + text posts

[asp1diske-art]

guess what game i've been playing

(script under cut)

1.

I just- I thought- hoped- that he'd come around by now.

Mm.

2.

Remind me again, lad. How old are you right now?

…? 14. Going on 15.

See, that's the problem.

3.

When you live as long as gods and dwarves do, your sense of time goes fuzzy. You could let a dozen winters pass and not notice. It doesn't really matter when you are hundreds of years old.

What are you trying to say, Mimir?

4.

I'm saying, that this is going to take time. Time on a scale that you can't comprehend at your age.

Oh.

5.

Cheer up, lad. You're a god, after all. You'll probably even live to see it.

…

…Probably.

[lullabyofthejotnar]

I love how Atreus' family have unanimously agreed he has a face that must be held

[evilbeing]

Nap time

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Cries of Thunder

Chapter Twenty-Three

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Pairing: Thor Odinson x OFC Fallon Smith (post Ragnarok - no Thanos)

Warnings: Filth, smut, NSFW, Thor is a warning in this one, yow! This story deals with themes of past spousal abuse to the extremes. There is a chance that all chapters may deal with tough or triggering themes. Please read with caution.

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Thor walked outside as thunder rumbled in the distance. There was nothing for it. He was too angry with the stunt Sif pulled to rein in his magic, causing the heavens to enact what his emotions were currently going through.

He didn't even have to look for her. Sif stood in the shadows between the houses across the street but stepped into the light with his appearance. 

Her chin was high, and her eyes flashed with anger. Her hair flowed in the wind as it picked up over the ocean and blew the salt breeze into town. 

As she crossed the street, he made his way to the gate, stepped beyond it, and pulled it shut decisively behind him. 

Sif's brows shot up in surprise. She'd rarely been one to school her face, preferring blunt honesty over subtlety. 

Another reason she and Loki did not get on, most likely. 

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[earlgreylatte]

His Völunder

Qin Shi Huang

Some would consider it a bad habit, but you couldn’t really see any real harm in your behaviour. You’re just the type to take it easy, and if a sudden bout of sleepiness were to hit, then of course a little shut eye wouldn’t hurt.

And if that happened to mean you would find yourself dead asleep on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, then whatever Brunhilde didn’t know wouldn’t kill her.

With all that it mind, you were used to being roused from your sleep, either being shaken around like a rag doll, or even feeling a foot jab your ribs from some of your more vindictive sisters.

But having a finger delicately trace over the features of your countenance that rouses you from your sleep was a new experience. Despite that, you batt at the hand with a groan of sleepy annoyance, trying to return to your slumber despite the odd circumstances.

The masculine laughter that followed, however, certainly had you shooting up, nearly headbutting the source. The blindfolded man that was currently crouched above you didn’t seem to quite know what personal space was judging by how your noses were barely just brushing while he was just sporting a boyish grin

You leaned back on your hands, wondering why he was even so close if he couldn’t see.

And realizing you definitely weren’t anywhere near the north based on his clothing and the humidity in the air, you huffed. Brunhilde would definitely kill you.

“There are far better places to sleep then the middle of the forest, you know,” He speaks up, still not retreating back, “I can’t help but wonder about the unusual lady before me that would find dirt a restful spot.”

You barely let out a twitch at his teasing words, instead tilting your head at him, “And I can’t help but wonder about a man that perches himself above unusual ladies that need rest.”

He lets out another bark of laughter, seemingly the type to appreciate a bit of banter. He rises, standing tall and proud with posture that almost made you jealous. You’re about to follow his lead before you find yourself starting at his open hand. You look up at him with an unimpressed look and as if he can see you, his smile grows larger.

“Too prideful to accept a helping hand?” He ribs

With an exaggerated huff, you place your hand in his, barely registering a firm squeeze before your hoisted up in one swift movement, crashing into the stranger’s chest with a breathy squeak.

You feel the vibrations of laughter on your cheek that was smushed up against him, before pulling away, “You wouldn’t happen to know where we are, would you?”

You probably could be more inconspicuous, but judging from the man’s lack of reaction, he didn’t seem too invested in your oddities.

“A women with features like no other in these lands slumbering without any idea where she lies?”

Or maybe not.

"Ah, well,” You trail off blankly.

“You seem more like something out of a tale than a human, my mysterious friend…”

Wait, wait, isn’t that too spot on?

“Ah! Actually, I think I hear someone calling my name! While this has been a riveting conversation, I should get going—“ You shuffle backwards, getting ready to turn tail until you feel his hand yank you back by your wrist.

"Dear lady, could it be that you descended from the heavens?” He asks, leaning down as if he was making eye contact despite his gaze being covered.

Well, yes, you did. But he doesn’t need to know that.

You balk at him, “Are you coming onto me?”

“Coming…on?” He questions, his grip loosening enough for you to pull away and ascend into the sky above him.

“Well, as fun as this has been, I’ve got monsters to slay and mortals to guide, so…”

The man stares at you for a moment before laughing loudly, “You’re a funny one! If you ever fall from the skies again, you may rest wherever you please in my lands!”

“Your lands?”

“Of course! You’re in the presence of the emperor, after all.”

You only scoff before leaving.

Mortals and their claims of ownership.

You doubt you’ll run into this weirdo ever again.

*

You were innocently dozing off in your room. You were content. Sure, the fate of humanity was at stake and gods, demi or otherwise, were dropping like flies, but your bed was perfectly cozy.

But, of course, Brunhilde just had to ruin it. Slamming your door open, she entered without any regard or courtesy.

“You’ve rested long enough! It’s time to to ride this wave of victory into the next battle!” She declares, resting her hands on her hip.

You simply yawn in response, “My turn on the chopping block, I see.”

“You haven’t been paying attention to any of the bouts, have you?”

“Guilty.”

Your sister sighs in exasperation before tossing a tablet your way.

“The human you’re paired with has seemed to have…wandered off,” She explains, before trying to pull you out of bed. “We have no time to lose! Now, get up!”

Tuning out her demands, you can only stare at the image of a certain blindfolded freak on the screen.

You flop back in bed as Brunhilde screams in protest.

You should have guessed that someone as crazy as him would participate in an equally crazy tournament.

[riricitaa]

If you mess with the timeline long enough:

[ihatebrainstorm]

Just felt like doodling a crossover between some of my favourite old retired warlords turned parental figures

Club members: Garmadon (Ninjago), Megatron (Earthspark), Kratos (GOW)

[beetlewine-art]

Me @ Apollo:

Exept of course, this ugly mf:

Tag list: @my-name-is-apollo and @apollomes-supremacy