Break The Ice (A Skating!AU Thorki Drabble)

Break The Ice (A Skating!AU Thorki drabble)

There you are, and there he is. You are both in the same place, a swanky bar in some random Nordic city where you have both attended intense training for your respective disciplines before the next Winter Olympics. You are not, however, in the same league with him. Still, it was meant to be. Your hands sweat because you have had three too many and think, for one moment, "I can make him mine. All I need is an in. A conversation. And then he will see my heart and then he will not be able to say no." Or "nicht", or "non", or "nein", or "nyet", or whatever exotic language it is that he speaks with his infamous silver tongue. So you plot and you watch him. He seems coolly disinterested in everything and everyone as he nurses a glass of absinthe he has been sipping indifferently for the past hour. His eyes are like ice. You watch with some vindictive amusement as rival suitors dance up and walk sheepishly away as he refuses to even acknowledge their existence. But you are different: you have heart. And so you order another Jager Bomb to augment your courage and then make your move. He observes your approach with a frosty gaze and your feet start to feel cold, which is followed by your ankles, knees, thighs, and hips. By the time you reach him, he has completely frozen you. You are a block of ice. "Hi," you mumble at his direction through your chilled lips. You school your face in what you hope is a seductive and confident expression. He gives you a passive once-over before he turns to his flame-haired companion and says, "I think it's time to leave." You watch him go in a resplendent flurry of green leather and white fur that nicely complements his smooth porcelain skin and sleek raven hair. Unsurprisingly, his exit has effortlessly captured the attention of more than half the bar patrons, and your heart of gold has exploded into a 24-carat catastrophe. For a fleeting moment, you are completely devastated, but then you realize it is still meant to be. Because on the glossy mahogany surface of the bar where he previously positioned himself, you spot a napkin scrawled with the name of a hotel and a room number. Your smile widens when you recognize the unmistakable handwriting--the same one that has graced countless autographed pictures, one of which happens to be safely tucked in your wallet. Yes, he may be in a different league than you--and he will always be out of your league--but it is men like him that fuels the fires of your dreams. And it is the endless pursuit of that fantasy that keeps your passport stamped and your passions stoked as you pocket the napkin and leave the bar to your brand new destination...

don't you mean 1,000 followers?

oh bb... that'll probably take more time for me ;)

WHERE ARE THE LIES?! LIKE SERIOUSLY, OTHER INTERNATIONAL FILM CRITICS COULD NEVER WITH THIS LEVEL OF HOMAGE/PARODY GENIUS. THEY SHOULD TAKE FUCKING NOTES FROM THESE AWESOME DANISH JOURNALISTS.

OMFG DANISH FILM CRITICS GET THEIR O-FACES ON FOR LARS VON TRIER’S (pardon the pun) UPCUMMING SEX EPIC, “NYMPHOMANIAC”.

YOUR MOVE, AMERICAN FILM CRITICS! XD

"The train is the world... We, the humanity."

- Wilford

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The ultimate fate of the Snowpiercer: derailment via massive avalanche.

The cheerfully whack Snowpiercer Classroom Song made into a beautifully demented ode to the stanning of Tom Hiddleston.

SORRY NOT SORRY.

LOOKS LEGIT! <3

OH AND ALL OF YOU ON TUMBLR BETTER HARDCORE STAN FOR FUCKING SNOWPIERCER (HD LEAK IS NOW OUT) BECAUSE IT IS MAD AWESOME AND WILL SLAY YOUR FUCKING MINDS OFF, BITCH.

THAT IS ALL.