No. One. Messes. With. My. Little. Girl.

No. One. Messes. With. My. Little. Girl.

For all his faults, Thor would never let anyone harm his family. Especially his little girl.

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I wanted to have had a whole drawing done just for your ask but struggling to learn this new body construction. But i wanted to say how thankful I am to hear that you like my art:) it really helped me get back into drawing. Always appreciate these comments:)

A Memory Almost Forgotten

He would forever feel the pull of it. The smell, the memory, the existence of mead was always on his mind. Especially when he felt lost. He would sit, staring at a cup of mead for hours on end sometimes. Tempted to drown his sorrows like he had done so many times before. Thankfully Tyr had taught Thor several ways to help him cope in moments of temptation. And while the old grump simply gave Tyr a grunt as his response to his suggestions, Thor had indeed been listening. For he was desperate. After Ragnarok he was more lost than ever before. And he was trying to do better. So he learned to surround himself with those he loved when he felt his addiction worsen. He tried that and even enjoyed it. For so long he had cut himself from those he loved, holding his own wife and children at arm's length. And it usually worked. But other times it didn’t. He hated feeling like a burden to all of them. So he often stayed silent from what he was truly feeling. Plus an Aesir doesn’t show weakness. No matter what. 

And so he would find himself here, staring at a cup of mead. He would try the “calm weird thing” that Tyr did. But that worked far less than the former method. So he was left with one more suggestion. Remembering. The worst thing the Thunder God could be faced with. Because all he had to remember was pain and regret. All throughout his life that’s all he had ever known. But he wasn’t about to let Thrud down. Not this time. So he sought a memory deep down. And past all the mistakes and regret, he found one. A small, fleeting memory of a time so long ago it felt alien to him. But it was the last chance he had. 

So he remembered. It was back in Asgard, in the Great Lodge. He remembered feeling angry as the Black Thunder was in complete ruins after a brawl that turned out to be a bit too extreme for the stability of the building. Not only that but Odin had decided to take Heimdal somewhere just the two of them. He hated the way Odin would treat Heimdall better than him. He was never beaten like the way Odin did with Thor. None of his brothers were. Expect him. 

He had wanted to drink so badly. It appeared nothing had changed since that day as he still battled such sickness. Back then having the Black Thunder was the main way to get his mead as Sif had already begun attempting to better herself. She made sure the servants knew not to serve him or her mead. That didn’t matter, they would serve him one way or the other as the prince of Asgard. But before he could he felt something woosh by his leg. He looked down to find nothing. Then he turned back to realize a small movement of red. 

“Ugh! I am so….just…please go get her please” Sif pleaded Thor. Thor saw the exhaustion in his wife’s eyes, her hair raining down onto the ground in an unusual mess. He was a fuck up but at the very least he could go get his daughter for his wife. At least before he would go break yet another promise. So he nodded and went to seek his daughter. It wasn’t long before he once more saw the blur of red from the corner of his eyes. She was holding one of the stuffed animals that was given to her as a gift. He walked up to her and loomed over her watching her as she played, unaware of her father’s presence. 

Suddenly she stopped and realized that her father was looking down upon her. Thor remembered she had a scared look as if she was expecting something bad to happen. But Thor simply grumbled. “Come, you have to go back to bed. Now” Thor commanded in a deeper tone. All the girl did was stare up at her giant father, who towered over her like a great tower in her way. Back then she barely came up to his knee. But despite her small size, she was as feisty as ever. He stomped her foot and screeched out a no. “No fadir, I want to play. We never get to play!” She said jumping up and down.  It was true, he was barely around given all of Odin’s orders.That or he was busy drinking himself to an early grave.

Normally he would have simply thrown her over his shoulder and walked her back but this time he simply crooked his head and stared down onto his daughter. She felt so sure of herself. So confident and strong even then. He saw a fire even greater than Mangi's or modi’s. But he stopped that thought. Better not to compare his children. He wouldn’t do the same as his father did to him. At least not anymore. 

He remembered something in him was different that day. Looking back perhaps it was because Odin was too busy to even interact with him. Perhaps it was the fact that the Black Thunder was closed. Or that he hadn’t gone on a mission in a while and dealt with all that Odin’s errands usually entailed. But he simply smiled at her. He even playfully chuckled. 

He remembered he asked what she would like to play. She answered with a loud yell “Catch me!”. She took off running, barreling through room after room of the Great Lodge. At first Thor walked, his long stride allowing him to keep up with the tiny being in front of him. But the more he chased, the more his daughter screamed out in glee. It made him feel good to hear such gleeful sounds. Especially coming from his daughter. 

His stride then changed. Now he was stomping after her. Every time his foot met the ground it shook the very foundation of the Great Lodge. Probably enough that even Odin could hear down in that special cave of his. But at that moment Thor didn’t care. He didn’t care whether or not he would be called a moron or simply made fun of for this. No. He only cared about the beautiful laughter that filled the air. He began to laugh as well and if his stomps were loud, well his laugh shook the realm. 

“Raghhh! The Evil Jötunn is gonna get ya little one” he roared out playfully. 

“AhhhH!” Thrud screamed to match her father’s thunderous voice. She screamed not of fear however, but a war cry. As the young warrior picked up a wooden play sword and came back at Thor with a mighty brave face. She began to strike at his feet which produced no more than an annoying tickle for the giant. He simply chuckled and then without warning scooped her up in giant arms.

“Got ya” he said as she continued to laugh controllably. He just stared in her face, lit up with joy. He remembered that Odin had come up from his cave, ordering Thor to stop the commotion, and to make himself useful. Heimdal striding behind him giving him a devilish snake-like smile. But he tried to put that part away. He just wanted to remember the laughter of her voice. The smile and joy on her face. Her daughter was happy and safe in his arms.

The addiction would remain forever. A temptation that would rise like a wicked fire, ready to burn all that he had worked to build. Perhaps one day he may fail and let the addiction, the fire, consume everything he loves. But today was not that day. As he stood up he became aware of a gaze staring at him. 

Thrudie. 

She had been watching over him that night. Ready to help if he needed it. He pretended not to notice her as he went back to bed once more. Though he did see a smile on Thrud’s face. She seemed proud in a way. That night he slept soundly. Remembering the warmth of the laughter, the smile, and the joy of a memory almost forgotten. 

Literally all the men in thor's family all have boob windows. Thor, Magni, and modi like to flaunt what they have and who can blame them? They all sluts and everyone knows it. Even baldur did. Ironically my two least favorites of the aesir, odin and heimdal both didn't have boob windows.

I was thinking that maybe because Thor inherited his connection to nature from his mother, a jötunn of nature, then perhaps Modi did too. Especially because he's the most like Thor, apperance wise. Tyr would grow a garden in Nýr (New) Asgard in hopes that he could lure his brother out of his shell and reconnect with his past.

He even tried to teach his nephews about the plants as well, but both seemed to not care. But Modi secretly did. He actually remembered how to tell them apart. While Magni didn't care about his "little green shits," he still listened to his brother rambling on and on about them on their missions. Though Modi never dared talk about it with anyone else afraid of what others may say.

Modi always wondered why he liked them so much. In time, maybe he'd figure them out. He felt sort of alone. He wished to share his love of plants with someone else. Oddly enough, one morning as he went to take care of the plants of the garden, he saw his own father taking care of the same garden that he was going to. He hid before Thor could see him. He didn't like being near his father now days even after they made strides in their relationship. But he noticed how his father took care of the plants with such care. Deep down, though he never admit it, he wished he knew how that felt.

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Ahhhh I'm so proud of this one! Though I do hope it seems like Magni is leaning down. Idk if I conveyed that enough with the space I had. I think I would have needed to draw more of the lower body to get that clearly shown but whateverrr.

I have come to the attention that thor is the god of trees. Now imma draw young or old thor planting something. Because my headcannon is that he got a natural green thumb but odin killed everything he grew to make him feel like he could only kill things

Thor is the god of treeeeeeeeees. 🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳