I'm Thor, mighty God of Thunder, Son of Odin. Who commands the lightning and the storm!
Owner of the magic hammer, Mjölnir
My space in the realm of Skype also have a name, and it is thor-theavenger-god!
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I need to leave now, my friends
I must have some things done this weekend and I shall come back to this realm only at “Sun’s day”
You behave while I am absent, deal?
*chuckling*
I wish you all a good day and a great Saturday
See you soon
Farewell
“With hot chocolate syrup?”
The thunderer got a bit excited with the suggestion. He enjoyed chocolate. And for a while he didn’t ate something like this sweet good. Tempting, very tempting. He released a grunt of delight, like an approval sign.
“If you want.”
He pulled out a bowl and whisk, pouring in the brownie mix, water, and the necessary eggs. Incinerating the shells, he started making the brownie batter, taking advantage of the sudden lack of teasing from Thor.Looking from over Sky’s shoulder to see the quick preparation for the baking. Like is the magician was running.. Well, if he was running than he would have his chocolate sooner and this was good. Smiling widely and burying his nose into the soft curve of the smaller one’s neck with the shoulder, smelling him. Filling his nostrils. It was a great smell. Delightful, speaking the less.
Once he finished mixing the brownie batter, he pulled a pan from subspace and poured it in. He considered the options on baking for a moment, before sending the pan to subspace, to make use of the oven he had stored in there. Time passed faster in there on his whim, after all.
Noticing that the pan where the mixture was vanished in front of them. Thor furrowed confused, wondering if the magician had changed his mind and gave up from the dessert. Still nuzzling Sky’s shoulder, the blonde spoke, voice a bit muffled by the flesh
“Are we still have dessert?”
Hello, Velkan! I already told you to call me Thor, didn’t I? *chuckling and wrapping one big arm around the boy’s shoulders, letting he walk aside of him* All is well today so far! And yours?
“With hot chocolate syrup?”
The thunderer got a bit excited with the suggestion. He enjoyed chocolate. And for a while he didn’t ate something like this sweet good. Tempting, very tempting. He released a grunt of delight, like an approval sign.
“If you want.”
He pulled out a bowl and whisk, pouring in the brownie mix, water, and the necessary eggs. Incinerating the shells, he started making the brownie batter, taking advantage of the sudden lack of teasing from Thor.
Looking from over Sky’s shoulder to see the quick preparation for the baking. Like is the magician was running.. Well, if he was running than he would have his chocolate sooner and this was good. Smiling widely and burying his nose into the soft curve of the smaller one’s neck with the shoulder, smelling him. Filling his nostrils. It was a great smell. Delightful, speaking the less.
*Munnin? Huginn? These weren’t the names of Father’s craws? But she doesn’t seem like a craw for Thor..*
And why did you left Asgard, lady Muninn?
Placing sonorous kisses along the now more exposed neck, taking advantage to have how much he wants from that sweet scent that exhales from his brother’s skin and hair. With his nose and mouth really close from the back of Sky’s ear, the blonde spoke, hot breath leaving with his words.
“Anything delicious and sweet”
Hands bringing the smaller one closer on his lap by the waist, pressing his back and small back entirely against his front.
He shuddered as Thor spoke into his ear, the hot breath combined with the word choice fanning the embers in his blood.
“Like ice cream?”
Where did that come from, beyond the fact it is cool as well as delicious and sweet…. never mind, he figured it out.Chuckling playfully against the magician’s skin. This was so entertaining to tease that God. That soft shudder only fed Thor’s desire to tease him more.. Speaking really close from his ear, deep voice and a bit low tone, almost like a roguish whisper
“Too cold, I demand something warmer”
He enjoyed ice cream. More than he would be allowed to. But he wanted to provoke Sky. To see what more he could do or suggest being this distracted.
He blushed as Thor kept talking in his ear, the whispers sounding very…suggestive, for something as innocent as dessert. And the feel of Thor pressed against him from behind was becoming increasingly harder to ignore.
“Brownies, maybe?”
“With hot chocolate syrup?”
The thunderer got a bit excited with the suggestion. He enjoyed chocolate. And for a while he didn’t ate something like this sweet good. Tempting, very tempting. He released a grunt of delight, like an approval sign.
Placing sonorous kisses along the now more exposed neck, taking advantage to have how much he wants from that sweet scent that exhales from his brother’s skin and hair. With his nose and mouth really close from the back of Sky’s ear, the blonde spoke, hot breath leaving with his words.
“Anything delicious and sweet”
Hands bringing the smaller one closer on his lap by the waist, pressing his back and small back entirely against his front.
He shuddered as Thor spoke into his ear, the hot breath combined with the word choice fanning the embers in his blood.
“Like ice cream?”
Where did that come from, beyond the fact it is cool as well as delicious and sweet…. never mind, he figured it out.
Chuckling playfully against the magician’s skin. This was so entertaining to tease that God. That soft shudder only fed Thor’s desire to tease him more.. Speaking really close from his ear, deep voice and a bit low tone, almost like a roguish whisper
“Too cold, I demand something warmer”
He enjoyed ice cream. More than he would be allowed to. But he wanted to provoke Sky. To see what more he could do or suggest being this distracted.
Greetings, milady!
May I ask your name?
*that strange lady seemed to know him more than he could remember, furrowing his blonde eyebrows in question*
You know me, milady?
thortheavengergod started following you
“A benevolent king?! You think yourself above of them! You would treat them as slaves or servants! Each realm must be ruled by one of it’s own kind, brother! This is how it has been working since the begining of times! Why do you believe it would change now?” Thor couldn’t understand this yearn for ruling that comes from his brother. It is really this important to him to seat on a throne and have power above an entire population? The thunderer suddenly remembers their discussion over the Bifrost on that night when Loki fell into the darkness of Cosmos. The trickster said that he wanted to be Thor’s equal. Could this be the source of such hatred and dangerous behavior? “What are your seeking, Loki? Why do you have this need to rule?” It couldn’t be only the desperate acts of someone who rebelled against his Father, or stepfather, how the magician so eloquently spoke. It must have a deeper reason..
“I am a…!” Loki froze mid sentence. He had been about to say that he was above them…but…Why did he think that? He couldn’t tell…He just…some of his ideas didn’t seem like his…He shook the idea out of his head, and came up with a better one, “…They need guidance. I am far older than they are, and you know it. I may not have the experience in ruling you do, but I like to think I have some wisdom to my name.”
“…I want the respect I have always deserved,” That, he said with conviction, “…Even when I sat on the throne of Asgard, I was still nothing more than your little brother. Were it not for your friends thinking me nothing more than a child at play and betraying me, I would never have had to send the destroyer! I only wanted the throne long enough to prove myself capable to father!” that time, Odin’s familial title had slipped out before he could stop it.
Taking a really deep breath now, sonorously, considering what his brother just said. Respect. Loki was yearning for respect. Respect and consideration. Thor would never guess that the younger one wasn’t receiving both.. For the thunderer, the magician was respected and considered most because he was an Odin’s son. All Asgard knew them to respect. Furrowing his blonde eyebrows while wondering, still staring at Loki, but not quite focusing on him.. Could he be so blind to don’t see that his own brother was being neglected? It was true that the blonde didn’t spent every minute aside of the trickster, and other times Loki just seemed to vanish from the face of Asgard. But when he was close to his brother, he really didn’t noticed this lack of respect that the other was accusing.. And even if all this is true, Loki never had the right to lie to him. Thor remembers very well when his brother came to Midgard, where he was being locked for interrogation, and told him that their Father was dead because of him. The furrow transforming into a frown. “My friends came to rescue me after they discovered your lies, Loki! If you wanted respect than you were walking into the wrong path! You almost got me killed when you sent the Destroyer, would it prove yourself right for Father?!”
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thortheavengergod started following you
Thor’s chest was heavy and aching. Standing in front of the younger one, close enough to hear his breathing, looking at him with glittering blue eyes, trying to understand what could bring such creature to do all those terrible things and even so look so innocent and somehow desperate.. Loki’s confession about his true excuse for what he have done with Sif was truly unexpected and the blonde didn’t knew what to say about that. He felt guilty. He felt angry. But deep down, he felt strange.. Strange because somehow the trickster’s jealousy made him feel glad. What was happening to him? Staring at the greenish eyes of his brother while he was speaking, snorting low at each heavy breath he loosed. His Father would never kill Loki. Death is not a good punishment because you can not learn from it. And the younger one was his son. Doesn’t matter how much Loki screams that he is not an Odin’s son, he is. And he is Thor’s brother, younger brother, and will ever be. Anger boiling up into the thunderer’s throat again. He was never the patient son. And Loki was taking so long to understand. “You can not keep running from Father! You can not deny that what you have done was wrong! Look at this realm, look what you would destroy and for what? What were you planning to do next? How many realms do you need to destroy to make yourself comfortable with what you are, brother?!” The trickster wasn’t looking at him yet…. so Thor reached to grab the younger one’s chin, turning it to himself and making Loki face him. “You are my brother and an Odin’s son. You were raised as one and will die as one. And I, as your elder, will always protect you, Loki. Is it so hard to see?”
“He is your father, not mine!” Loki yelled back, sounding almost desperate as he said it. He didn’t want it to be true, he didn’t want to be a Laufeyson…But if he denied it, it would only be harder. He couldn’t just pretend because he wanted to. it wouldn’t help, it wouldn’t make things any better.
“What I did was…extreme,” He confessed, though refused to say that he was wrong, “…But I maintain that I needed to do it.” It was strange: His actions on Asgard had been driven by desperation, but he remembered them all clearly. He knew why he had done what he had done, and at the time it had seemed necessary, if something he wished he didn’t have to do.
In New York, however…He remembered most of what he had done, but not necessarily why. He remembered thinking things needed to be done, knowing they needed to be done…but if he were asked to do it again, he couldn’t have said he would. It had been more than simple desperation, it was a need.
“…I would rule them quietly, honorably. I would prove that I can be a benevolent king,” he replied, not knowing too far beyond that what he would have done had his goal succeeded…He would have figured it out though…
“A benevolent king?! You think yourself above of them! You would treat them as slaves or servants! Each realm must be ruled by one of it’s own kind, brother! This is how it has been working since the begining of times! Why do you believe it would change now?” Thor couldn’t understand this yearn for ruling that comes from his brother. It is really this important to him to seat on a throne and have power above an entire population? The thunderer suddenly remembers their discussion over the Bifrost on that night when Loki fell into the darkness of Cosmos. The trickster said that he wanted to be Thor’s equal. Could this be the source of such hatred and dangerous behavior? “What are your seeking, Loki? Why do you have this need to rule?” It couldn’t be only the deperate acts of someone who rebelled against his Father, or stepfather, how the magician so eloquently spoke. It must have a deeper reason..
Reaching to eat what his brother was holding up for him and nodding cheerfully. This way would be easier. Using magic to connect the bowls wasn’t exactly what the blonde was thinking when he suggested that, but it might work the same way. Eating from his dinner with utter and visible contentment, restarting his tease with Sky’s navel.
He continued feeding Thor the noodles and meat, pausing whenever Thor drank either broth or the water. He was starting to flush a bit as Thor touched him teasingly. Once there were no noodles or meat left, he put the hashi away to let Thor finish off the broth, sending the pot to subspace once the larger God finished.
“Now what?”
The dinner was delightful enough, too bad that it had already finished. Drinking the last from the broth and the sweet refreshing drink, the blonde let the magician move all to his personal subspace again, looking how clean his kitchen seems after the meal. So different from what would be if it was Thor in the lead. Chuckling and placing several kissed on Sky’s neck and shoulder, squeezing his waist on both sides playfully.
“I could have something for dessert or lots more of that delightful water you have! I demand anything sweet, to speak the truth!”
He gasped as Thor squeezed him, tilting his head to the side to offer more space on his neck. He pressed back against the other, trying to think of a good dessert to offer while Thor was so effortlessly distracting him now that the food was gone.
“W-what kind of dessert?”
Placing sonorous kisses along the now more exposed neck, taking advantage to have how much he wants from that sweet scent that exhales from his brother’s skin and hair. With his nose and mouth really close from the back of Sky’s ear, the blonde spoke, hot breath leaving with his words.
“Anything delicious and sweet”
Hands bringing the smaller one closer on his lap by the waist, pressing his back and small back entirely against his front.
- Loki, now!
- I need a second!Following the idea from the sketch I uploaded yestersday. Thor and Loki fighting a bingelsnipe :_D Since I have no clue how they should look, I just made it up.