Thor The Dark World - Tumblr Posts
like lbr here for a fucking sec: steve's cameo was foreplay, but thor pushing loki against the wall was basically my version of unprotected sex.
God bless Am—! XD
And let's be real: Loki just owns Jane when he goes "I'm sorry that you seem to be confused. Thor belongs to me. That god is mine!"
my favorite part of TDW was when loki threw his positive pregnancy test at Jane and screamed “eat it bitch”
UHM, WHAT LANDSCAPE ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? LOKI'S DELICIOUSLY BOUND WRISTS AND THOR'S GLORIOUSLY JACKED ARMS ARE ALL I SEE. XD
Snow—Loki
Pairing: Loki x reader
Trigger Warning: None
Fandom: Marvel
Genre: Fluff
Requested: Yes, part of a Secret Santa One Shot group I was apart of
Word Count: 1185
Summary: Snow has fallen in Asgard, and the God of Mischief takes advantage of it.
*I’m not actually sure if it can snow in Asgard, buuuuuut. . .climate change maybe?*
(Also just pretend like Loki didn’t betray Thor (or at least not yet) please)
Snow was a rare thing in Asgard. Even rarer the days when both princes of Asgard and one of Asgard’s most formidable warriors, Lady Y/n, had an entire day off. So for both to fall on the same day was practically an all out miracle. Things had been quiet around Asgard lately, no pillaging, no wars, and apparently nothing to do. Until today.
Loki, Thor and Lady Y/n had been friends for a few millennia. Inseparable since they were children, and even closer as adults. An unbreakable bond. Meaning none of them were afraid to dump large amounts of snow down each others’ clothing. Meaning Loki had a plan.
Loki walked briskly through the halls of the palace towards Thor’s chambers, where Loki knew he would likely find his brother sulking about the Midguardian Jane once again.
He didn’t bother knocking, choosing instead to shove the door open, and barge inside. Thor was laying on an extravagant four poster bed, complete with velvet blankets that were strewn about the room, and several large pillows, one of which had Thor’s face mashed into it.
“Brother?” Loki said. No response came from the God. Loki huffed, rolling his eyes. He picked up a pillow that lay by his foot, chucking it at his brother’s head. The pillow met its mark, Thor letting out an indignant groan.
“What?” The God of thunder’s response was muffled by the pillow.
“You are aware of the weather conditions, yes?” Loki asked nonchalantly.
“Yes, and?” Came another muffled reply.
”And, I have a plan which involves you leaving your room, and use of the current advantage of climate.”
”Which would be. . .?”
A smirk tugged and the raven haired man’s lips. “Well you’ll just have to find out, won’t you?”
After some pushing and prodding, and a few death threats just to make things interesting, Loki was able to successfully push his brother out of bed and to the other side of the room. They were currently having a little difficulty with getting him through the doorframe, as it gave Thor something steady to grip onto. Thor’s fingers were latched unyieldingly to the marble doorframe. Loki gave up tugging at his feet, and decided perhaps it would be better to try detaching his brother’s fingers from the ever solid doorframe.
Loki dropped his brother’s legs, an “umph” sound coming from Thor. The younger brother began prying Thor’s large fingers away from the marble material, getting the last one off with a satisfying slip, like the sound of someone dragging their fingers across a mirror.
“Are you ready to cooperate now?”
”No.”
And so Loki took hold of Thor’s feet, slowly but surely pulling him through the halls. It earned a few peculiar looks from the odd passerby, but since the older prince seemed to be suffering from nothing but his own stubbornness, no one questioned it.
Thor’s head bumped into a few walls, earning wails of complaint.
Loki grunted. “You’ve nearly died innumerable times, but you can’t take a few head bumps?”
”No.”
As of late, “no” seemed to be Thor’s favourite word. Who knew some Midguardian with an aptitude for the science of storms would render a prince of Asgard’s state of mind to that of a whining toddler. Loki had had enough, deciding maybe he’d bump Thor’s head into a few more walls. . .
Eventually (by which I mean after nearly an entire hour) the pair were able to make it to the palace’s main training centre, that just so happened to be outdoors in the snow.
Lady Y/n was locked in an intense sparring match with Fandral. The two were pretty well matched, but as they were sparring without armour, Fandral’s unprotected stomach gave Lady Y/n the upper hand.
She ducked underneath the jab Fandral had aimed at her mid chest, leaped back up in a flash, and kneed the member of the Warriors Three in the stomach. Fandral fell backwards onto the ground, his blunted sword making a loud clattering sound as it hit the floor. Lady Y/n swiftly pinned his arms and legs to the earth with her body. Sword hilt clenched tightly in her fist, she pressed its dulled blade firmly into his neck.
Fandral sighed in mock defeat. “It would appear as if you’ve won again.”
“That it would.” She replied, rolling off her fellow warrior and helping him to his feet.
Her victory, however triumphant, was cut short by a mass of snow being dumped down the back of her shirt. Only two people would be brave enough to do something like that, but she had a sneaking suspicion that she knew who it was.
”LOKI!”
She swung her blade around, expecting to find the God of Mischief, but rather finding his brother in a heap on the ground. Thor looked up miserably. “He went that way.” He said dramatically, throwing his arm lazily towards a large clump of bushes.
The woman peered at the leafy bushes, easily spotting a pair of armour-like golden horns sticking up from behind the dense green mass.
She moaned irritably, still feeling the half melted snow dripping down her back. “He actually wore the horns?”
Thor nodded sadly from his place on the ground, wrapped is his cape and snow falling in his eyes. Lady Y/n frustratedly picked up a large ball of snow in her bare hands, and snuck over to the bushes.
Based on the position of his horns, she could guess he was currently facing away from her, so she went around the bush.
The God was laughing to himself, staring at the ground and biting his fist, so as to muffle the sound of his obvious laughter. You’d think he’d be a tad more observant. Apparently not.
Without Loki even realizing she was there, Lady Y/n hit Loki smack in the face with an enormous snow ball.
His eyes widened and shock, before narrowing to slits like a cat. “You didn’t just—“
”I did just.”
He scowled, gathering a fist full of snow himself. He launched it at her head, as she swiftly ducked, anticipating his next move.
The two began to chuck snow this way and that, occasionally accidentally hitting someone who happened to be walking by, but the pair was too busy trying to clobber the other one to care.
Loki had her pinned to the ground, snow in hand he was about to rub it into Y/n’s face, when his horns were yanked away from his head.
Snow was thrown into Loki’s head, the impact making an audible noise. The snow began to fall off Loki’s head onto Y/n’s face.
Loki and the warrior looked behind them. Thor was standing smugly above them. “And that dear brother, was for removing me from bed.”
Loki seemed unfazed by his brother’s words, merely looking at him aghast, a scowl forming its way into his face.
”HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?! NOT THE HORNS!!”
Gay characters that I love and wish were real
I am releasing a Fanfiction about Peter Parker,
FemReader, Has Powers and accidentally finds out about her soulmate on a Mission with Peter Parker as an Avenger
I kinda Forgot to mention, I have already released this same story on Wattpad before and the poster has my account name on it but I still will add it here
MinXiao_12
I am releasing a Fanfiction about Peter Parker,
FemReader, Has Powers and accidentally finds out about her soulmate on a Mission with Peter Parker as an Avenger
“It’s interesting because he does care, sometimes too much. I believe he likes to think he doesn’t, but there are moments when he lets his guard down, and you can see how affected he is by a few simple words” –Tom Hiddleston
ATTENTION ALL MARVEL WRITERS!
IM LOOKING FOR A SPECIFIC THOR SERIES SET IN AND AROUND RAGNAROK, I FORGOT THE NAME AND WHO ITS BY, BUT IT STARTS OFF WHERE READER AND THOR DESPISE EACH OTHER, SHE IS WORTHY OF LIFTING THE HAMMER, THEN SHE AND THOR GO TO ASGARD BLAH BLAH, THEY GET MARRIED EVENTUALLY, THEN RAGNAROK HAPPENS AND SHES LEFT ON ASGARD WITH HELA WHO KILLS HER IN FRONT OF THOR BUT SHES NOT REALLY DEAD, SHES ON ANOTHER PLANET WHERE IT SNOWS AND SHE TALKS TO HEIMDAL ABOUT THOR, HELP IF YOU CAN FIND IT/KNOW IT BC THIS IS BOTHERING ME
UPDATE!
@occasionalfics was sweet enough to help me find the name and who wrote it, but the story is currently under construction (tho it was amazing already!) but I completely understand and wanted to say THANK YOU to the tumblr community and to everyone who reblogged to help me!! You’re all amazing! Thank you so much!
IT IS REAL, IT IS FUCKING REAL
ALL ABOARD THE HIDDLESWORTH SHIP.
Thor the dark world Berlin Premiere Photocall
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hiddlesworth :-)
Perhaps you prefer one of your new companions…
Why can't we dress like asgardians? They look fabulous
Asgard vs Midgard fashion face-off
All I wanted to do today was draw Loki making ugly faces
The first time i like a translation to German better than the original sentence
Okay. We're in Thor: the Dark World. Thor is talking to his father about brining peace to the nine realms. He flatters his father. Odins answear is the part I am reffering to. In German he says: "Du musst denken ich sei ein Bär, dass du mir so viel Honig ums Maul schmierst." Which translates to: you must think I am a bear that you cover my face in honey. A bear--> strong, a fighter --> also flatters a king I grew up with that saying and i didn't think much about it, because i had only seen the movie in German. But today I watched the movie in English for the first time and I lost my shit at this: "You must think i am a slice of bread that you butter me so heavily" Bread. I know now that it is a similar saying to my german one but still. Now all I can picture is a piece of bread with the allfathers face on it.
there wasnt enough talk about malekith and that other dark elf algrims fruity little relationship