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His Presence

Have your felt panic fill your body? The feeling of everything coming undone around you. Or perhaps the feeling of being so tiny that everything seem so huge and overwhelming? Well that faded away the second you saw him. He was giant sure, most huge things made you scared but not him. Whenever you found yourself panicking, he knew right away. He walk over and just stand behind you allowing you to feel his presence. Because that was all that it took. Don't get it wrong you loved his hugs and kisses, but in end it was his presence that you needed. Giant and mighty he could walk into any room with you and you would feel protected. You just loved the way he looked down onto you with his powerful stance and yet a calm, almost soft expression of worry. You loved that expression for it meant he cared. However it was his size, both height and build, that made you feel safe. He made you feel little but in a good way. Like he would take care of everything for you. Make sure you would be forever safe in his presence.

Aa

Magni and Modi

So if Modi and Magni were brought back, I feel like after the abuse they delt with they will have a lot to deal with but it will only come after a while of conflict. Both will regress different ways.

Magni would inherent Thor's mindset of being just a destroyer and would probably just go find a conflict or a war to be part of. This would mean that Thor would have to go find his son and bring him back. This would probably end up in a fight between father and son. However I would not see Thor actually hitting Magni at this point and just block and trying to subdue his son until he is willingly to listen.

Modi would leave instantly. Given his motif of being a "coward", I just think he both hates conflict and at some point has anxiety. He would probably inherent his father's alcoholism, to drown his past abuse. His journey for forgiveness with Thor would take way longer. I have an idea in which it would take Modi seeing his own son interact with Thor, and finally seeing how much his father has changed. In turn begrudgingly allowing his children to develop a relationship with their grandfather. Perhaps Thor could even save them, furthering Thor's role as the protective dad and finally embracing it without odin's influence.

I can't post my spicy thor drawing because his massive schlong is out, rip. We will prevail 🙏. I have a whole drawing tablet and everything and it came out good 😭 whyyyyyy. I don't get it how does nude not equate schlong action???

Work in progress

So because I couldn't post spicy thor on here I am posting this as a work in progress. I honestly have been stuck in this for quite a while but a post i saw today got me motiavted to finish it. I am also providing a Twitter for anyone who wants to see my more spicy thor drawings because someone suggested I should make one so here it isss https://twitter.com/Athorsimp?t=4U7Bk9XJv4BEzNDgJt5iLg&s=09.

Thor's naps and belly rubs

Thor loves belly rubs. After drinking or eating till he could take no more, he would let himself fall like a tree on his bed or anywhere for that matter. Then just lay there to take nap. He knew no one would dare interupt his naps. Never interupt his naps. He will get angry. But anyway that's where you come in of course. He loves feeling his s/o giving him belly rubs. It's both calming and therapeutic. He just loves being touched, he has been touched starved for most of his life. It helps ground him feeling his s/o's small hands against his frame.

You were walking, doing chores around asgard and all of sudden in the corner of your eyes you saw him. He appeared to have fallen down onto his back, something that happened more times than you could count. And he just stayed there, lying down like a big giant bear rug. You could hear his groans and mumblings he made in his trance. You walked up to him to make sure he was okay. Ducking down to his level you could see his mighty chest rise and his mighty belly with it. His breathing was raspy and rough. To ease him you placed your small hands against against his mighty belly and began to rub it. You loved feeling his mighty belly, so soft yet strong. The effects of your touch were almost immediately as the groaning stopped and replaced with a loving pur. He knew it was you doing it, your hands were always so soft and warm and most importantly so small againt his mighty size. Which was his favorite part of when you touched him. So you continued to rub his belly till he was full on snoring and then you began to move away to do whatever you were doing before. You turn back to see him one more time just to make sure he was okay. You knew he was the mighty thunder god but you just had to make sure. He was your big boy after all.

Speaking of naps. He loves them and his s/o finds it adorable. Especially when he's knocked out on his dad chair with his head high up in the air, releasing unholy demons as he yawn. What's even cutier would be that any child he may have, would be sprawled across his chest or belly. You slightly worried the baby would move and thor wouldn't be able to catch him in time. But everytime the baby did move slightly Thor immediately woke up to make sure the baby was okay. He never once let the baby get hurt. He rather die than see his family hurt. He may have done mistakes, horrible mistakes to his own family but there's one thing that he always had and that was his protectivness of his family.

“Every night I am met with the same dream. I dream of a distant almost forgotten memory. I dream of holding magni and of modi in my arms. I dream of the father I should have been“ 

I want to write a thor fanfic in which he lives and sticks mostly to what you see in the game and in turn see thor healing and doing better for his family. But I also want to write thor having a gay lover which is why he was married to sif to cover up the fact that he did have one(mixed with some internal homophobia). But I also want modi, magni, baldur, and Heimdal in the mix. But I do the two latter ideas it wouldn't really be the game. I don't know what to do someone help me😭

I have been thinking hard and long (just like thor's schlong) about what happened to thor's mom. Because that is basically the core of thor. It's probably what made odin hate thor and what made thor hate giants.

To begin at first I thought that thor killed her through child birth. One of the hints surrounding her death is that she died by her ability to create. So I though that meant birth but then I forgot Tyr was his full brother.

Instead i think thor actually killed her but by accident. Perhaps it was odin pushing thor too far. A reaction of the abuse he suffered through. And unleashed lighting everywhere, killing his own mother.

Odin would never accept it was his fault and make sure Thor believed it was his fault. In turn Thor became only a destroyer in odin's eyes and probably someone deserving of abuse. A slight change would be the abuse only started after this event. I just know it would have happened when Thor was young.

I'm trying out more cartoonist looks and I'm not really liking it. I feel like there's a more stylized way to.draw thor but idk how. His face doesn't give me thor but I am perfectionist. Anyway I hope I'm done with this piece soon and I can figure out how to draw thor better because that's all I want😭

In my fanfic I'm so going to have Thrud get one of the bears from the beginning of the game, she'll take it to thor asking if she can keep it and thor is gonna say no but sif says yes. In end thor is the one who falls in love with it the most. And it will serve as the big war veteran's therapy bear.

A lazy Sunday or after a hard day Thor simply just wants to release some tension. However your out so he has to adapt. So now your found with this sight. Your less mad about the mess he made and the fact that he keeps wearing those old ass underwear.

Björn and the Thor family

After the end of ragnarok Thrud so happened upon one of the bears left parentless by Atreus. Sadly only one was found. But the bear found a new home, a new family. As broken as they were they all came to love Björn. Especially the one who thought he would never interact with it. Thor ended up being the one who spends time with it the most. He serves as his therapy dog(bear) to the old war vetern. Ptsd attacks from his father's abuse or war time and Björn simply places his head on his lap and thor calms down.

And as the bear grows fast every year, perhaps soon the Thor family will have a mount. And the name Björn may not sound as creative as first glance given that it's just bear in old norse. However in a headcanon of mine Old Bear, bear, my great Björn, is something Sif calls Thor. Yeah yeah I know his animal is the goat. There will be some goat action later.

Btw don't mind my bears, in the last drawing some time past by and so Björn is older but the other two...my God I hate drawing animals. Even sif and thor make fun of my bear drawings.

The first time

After a bad day, you come home unresponsive and tired. And Thor could tell this was unlike you. He tired his usual ways to cheer you up but nothing worked. So he decided to do something you both hadn't done before with each other.

The first time you and Thor do it together, he has to prepare you greatly. Ease you into it. He is half giant for a reason. And many forget he's a fertility god. You can put your trust in him. He'll know exactly what to do to make you feel good. The half giant just wants to please the person he loves the most. Seeking their love and approval back. He was desperate to please you. To make you happy. Because when you were happy and pleased he knew he did well. He knew he wasn't the monster everyone said he is nor the monster he thought he was.

Especially when you looked up at him with our devotion and adoration. He felt warm inside when you gave him such gaze. Especially when he took you like the God he was. And it certainly wouldn't be the last time...that night

I wish there was color here but I suck at color I really do:/. I wish I knew how to shade and color already so I could provide the best spicy thor art. But oh well.

Also this might be a mouthful for thor. I feel like he would have said it differently at least but I'm still trying to capture his essence lol

Oh no. The heimdal tag is invading thor's tags here too. NO!!! It has already happened in ao3. Like the top 8 fics are just heimdal fics. We can not that let that snake looking twink win! To war!

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. 

Thor the Big Boy

After the deaths of Tanngnjóstr and Tanngrisnir, Thor was devastated. Not that anyone could tell. But Sif did and in turn she gifted her husband the mightiest goat in all the realms. Well when he went to mount it as he did as a child, it didn't go the way he remembered. He figured it was cause no goat could compared to Tanngnjóstr and Tanngrisnir. But Heimdal, knowing what his brother was thinking was quick to inform him that Thor had in fact grown quite a bit.

Thor loved his size, but hated how everyone treated him monsterous cause of it. Didn't do well for his body image. And he hated the runt, so with a quick swipe of his hand he showed the skinny evil twink who was the older brother. And if baldur didn't stop yapping his old mouth, he will surely suffer the same fate. No one messes with the older brother. Especially when he weighs more than all the rest of the brothers combine.

....surprised* ...sigh

This is my first attempt at my cartoonish style. Don't ask what happened to the last drawing I was making. Or else..... anyway yeah idk how well it turned out. Still trying to learn the style but there it is. I definitely have room to improve but it didnt turn out too bad. BTW I wanna put this here, I was wrong, Magni and Modi do not share the same mother. I was finally able to confirm it. Tyr and Thor probably still aren't full brothers

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

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

Cute Thor

He was lifting some heavy building equipment when he spotted you. He turned and smirked at you. He wanted you to be flustered, going as far as flexing his arms, showing the muscle under his fat layer. His arms strained with power of a true god. "Sup cutie. Like what you see?".

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.

As you entered the room after a long day, you see that Thor has waited up for you. And he wasn't drunk, which was kind of a surprise. "Come sit," he said so assertively that it came off as an order. You didn't mind and went over to him well knowing what he was planning to do.

AHHHH I WAS ABLE TO REPLICATE THE SAME HEAD. now to learn how to so the same with the body...sigh. But I learned not to be so focused on getting the exact anatomy right, especially with the lower arms.