My Thor Desgin

My Thor Desgin

I wanted to post to make sure yall thor simps knew I'm still working on learning how to draw him. All my thors have come out different sadly. I'm still trying to be able to draw the desgin in just a different perspective but at least now I have a base desgin to focus on. The last one I posted..was...well...eh.

I saw a post by Lulubellu and wanted to draw thrud and magni in the same situation. I'd thought it look cute.

Magni and modi while one of my comfort characters...are making my life fucking hell. I'm so overly frustrated with trying to find a way to keep the brothers alive or be ressurected in my au. Alot of it being because of the game's insistent need to keep things vague and confusing. Down to the timeline itself which is so confusing. But rn specifically the rules of souls and the afterlife. I've read many theories about why magni and modi didn't come back to life. but none of them are confirmed and all of them have holes.

But all this could be avoided if I simply just let them live with their interactions with Kratos and atreus. I have two issues with this

1. I give to much power to cannon. despite hating how the aesir were handled, I struggle with going to far away from what would be considered cannon. Thinking that putting them in a whole new setting or situation is crazy as hell.

2. the deaths of both of them, push thor to stop drinking. He finally saw the consequences of his anger and started to see the error in his ways.

Another way to deal with this would be to let them just stay dead and also because it keeps the consequences of thor's inaction and abuse but ugggghh, the aesir deserve agnst and happiness.

Ughhhh just end my suffering

The man has done MANY mistakes in his life but he will always protect his family. Also random axe lol. I've decided that modi and magni will just come back to life. After ragnorak. I won't explain it. They just do. Soo ye. Also pray for me cause imma so fail this final.

Imma take this time to complain about thor/Kratos ship. HE LITERALLY KILLED HIS SONS HOW CAN THEY BE SHIPPED???

First Hunt

The shithead Brothers begrudgingly took out their sister one day to Svartalfheim. On their adventure they came across a baby dreki and helped Thurd slay the creature.

Upon return, Thrud displayed her accomplishment to her father. And even if he would never utter the words, he was proud. He knew she would be a warrior in no time.

After this, he picked her up in his strong arms and went off to feast on the fallen creature. That night, Thrud never stopped smiling as she knew she would one day become a valkyrie. She was sure of it.

"I'm sorry. "

He whispers it into your hair, his gentle embrace holding you snuggly in his lap. Your head is buried in his shoulder as you cling to him. You feel small and vulnerable in this position. It wouldn't take much for him to crush your curled form like this. But you have never trusted anyone more to be gentle and keep you safe.

"I didn't know...." he trails off before trying again " I won't let it happen again. I never wanted to make you cry. Never." The last part is murmured into your neck as he squeezes you slightly closer.

You fight back more tears as you recall his careless words berating your family tradition. His ignorance was only a small part of the sins he committed with such ease. Insulting your culture and your people, as if he had forgotten they were yours. Apparently he actually had forgotten. It took several days for you both to realize exactly what had happened. And another 37 hours for him to track you down and try to apologize.

You had screamed yourself hoarse just throwing his insults back in his face. You pounded on his chest, tears rolling down your cheeks as you wailed the dispear of a home completely lost, horrible memories drug back to the surface by this whole experience.  He stood there and took it all silently, slowly enveloping you in his embrace until you had exhausted your anger and trembled with the leftover grief. A grief that never seems to go away. In the wake of your drying tears, clarity reveals to you the undeniable fact that he shares this grief too. He knows this pain, and you wept again in empathy. Silently shaking in his arms as he picked you up and sat you in his lap.

That is where you find yourself now. Trying to find the words. To tell him you forgive him, accept his promises, that you will hold him to those promises. But it feels like you lost your voice to your anger and grief. So you burrow further into his hold and press a hand against his heart. He moves one of this massive paws to lay atop yours, and presses a kiss into your hair.

"I'm so sorry. I love you."

It's said so softly. His voice small and broken sounding. Like he's afraid you won't accept it anymore. How could you ever reject his love? It had never crossed your mind, even when you were screaming in his face, you never considered telling him to leave. You would always love him, forever. But your voice was still missing, so you simply turned your head up and kissed him with all your heart. Jagged edges and everything. You could never truly hate him, and you never wanted to.

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.