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And our heroes all died crazy
Broken, poor or shot
Let's celebrate their tragedy
And sanctify the loss

[PLEASE read my about page before interacting, it will save both of us a lot of trouble.
Independent Thor Odinson RP blog. A comicverse Thor based post-Spiral, although I will provide a movieverse Thor when requested. Multiverse friendly, pan-fandom, and a generally friendly Midgardian.]

Tracked tag: theodiceanthor
Twin name: Rikr

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             yo whaddup rick disappeared again he had to do the things (sorry)

             hopefully i’ll actually be more active i’m really really trying i wanna do the tumblr rp things ok

             that being said, i am dropping threads in my drafts that didn’t have a specific plot. i’ll reply to the two threads i have left, and then i’ll have nothing.

             that means i’m looking for new threads.

             soooo if anybody wants to rp with me and my sad crabby muse hit me up i’d be so super ecstatic to get new threads and plot with people ok ilu

31st
Jan
2014
7 months ago
6:19pm • text post • 1 note

pasteboardplayboy:

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"Yeah." He sighed, nodding once. It was going to be a long road; making up for what he’d done. But, hopefully, he’d get there, and he’d fix things. For now, though, the best thing to do was just not anger the God further and end up burning every potential bridge. 

"Right— I actually was going to use them for what you asked. I’m sorry about what happened, you know, I really am. I was going to fix things. I’ve got some designs, if you’d like to take a look at them?" He asked, fingers tucked into his pockets. He really was intending to use them for what they were intended for now. He’d been a douche and he wanted to fix it.

             Gods know, Thor wants more than anything to simply be able to trust again. He had never been particularly close to Anthony, but he recognizes what an asset he would be to a King. Perhaps Stark will repent for what he has done; if he doesn’t, he can at least make him a useful example for his subjects.

             He is quiet for a long minute, runs rough fingers over the chips and cracks in his hammer. He wants to trust. "Aye. New projects of thine might interest me. What purpose wouldst thee hold? I confess that notions of ‘electrics’ still, on occasion, fail me; I trust thee to explain these contraptions thoroughly."

31st
Jan
2014
7 months ago
6:15pm • text post • 5 notesSourceVia
Tags: pasteboardplayboy,

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fromaboxofscraps:

          The moment was brief, but Tony was calm enough that he could catch the brief falter that showed that Thor — Jake Olson? — really didn’t remember who he was. Leaning against his knees to get a better look at the tag when he offered it, his eyes ran over the smiling figure and the bar code below it. How long had it been since the thunder god had fallen? Allowing his back to hit the brick wall behind him again, Tony shifted his jaw. 

          The way he wasn’t answering wasn’t intentional, Tony was just trying to pick up the pieces that he knew already. New York hadn’t liked Thor’s movement of Asgard, he’d known that from when JARVIS read him the morning article. Thor had even tried to reason with the team, parking himself at his tower for the few hours the discussion had needed. Since them weeks before, he hadn’t seen the living embodiment of L’Oreal. 

          The smile that lit his lips about his own crack at him was brief and the time it took to stand was longer than necessary. Raising his dark hues to look back at Jake, Tony pushed his glasses back into the right place so his eyes were hidden. Standing straighter, he looked down towards the crowded streets and scratched at the stubble lining his jaw. “The name’s Tony Stark, want to go grab a drink?”

          Usually, talking to people he didn’t know wasn’t his favorite. Tony wrapped himself in the cocoon of people he knew and left it at that. But here, this was an exception. Jake Olson was Thor, but at the same time he wasn’t. It couldn’t hurt to see how he and the Asgardian were the same. Without waiting for an answer, he was dusting himself off as he walked. “Can you hold your liquor?”

             For the time being, he ignores that particular tide of emotion. He doesn’t like dealing with shit like that in public; he hides it, he takes care of everybody else first. This man is his priority. Personal baggage comes second. He repeats that like a mantra for about a millisecond before he legitimately focuses on the man again.

             The guy looks like he’s trying to piece things together in his head, make sense of something that just doesn’t quite click, so Jake leaves him be, wants to stand up but knows better - looming over a dude already freaking out in an alley isn’t the best idea. Instead he stays crouched, elbows rested against his knees, thighs and lower back slowly cramping.

             Soon enough his expression clears, and he stands up; Jake gladly follows suit, still looking slightly concerned. The EMT in him wants to insist on getting a reading of his heart, make sure he’s breathing properly, but the regular Joe knows he can’t really put his hands on the guy. Probably, the concern shows through in his face anyway. He never can hide much from people.

             He especially isn’t able to hide the surprise that leaps across his features a second later.

             "T- Tony Stark? Jesus, man, I, ah, I’m sorry if I freaked you out any, I mean…,” He pauses sheepishly, blinking like an owl. Stark. "I, yeah, man, I’d love a drink, that’d be great!" He trotted after him without shame as he answered, catching up with him.

             "Look, I’ve got a niece whose a real big fan of yours, do you think I could get an autograph later? Fuck, man, a real goddamn Avenger!

31st
Jan
2014
7 months ago
6:02pm • text post • 6 notesSourceVia
Tags: fromaboxofscraps, fugue,

saladandmakebelieve:

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             ”Can we just get to the point? What do you want?”

             "Once, I was counted among the Avengers. As they once protected Earth, the duty falls now unto me. A threat has been noticed within thee; I would eliminate it, should thee prove a warmonger or similar."

saladandmakebelieve:

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      “Your voice is rather irritating.”

             "As are thy presumptions of grandiosity. Boy king, indeed.”

alegacyofice:

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T’is not about having them like me, Thor. My fate has been determined a long time ago, t’is not something that I can break out of. So why not simply enjoy my journey whilst it lasts? 

Hardly. This way at least gives me the element of surprise, hm?

             How doth thee bear the ages, with no friends and so very many foes? Is thy life worth living, so entrenched in evil?

             Then let it not be a surprise when thy plans fail to come to fruition.

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brainseverywhere-sendbooze:

"Well, hey, that would be an item to take off my bucket list. I never thought I could visit Asgard…" Tony chuckled, then nodded "Yeah… seeing your stories about your friends, I don’t think my liver could handle that." 

             "She is yours to explore, should thee wish. The kingdom of Oklahoma would undoubtedly welcome thy appearance there, no?" He flashed a quick grin, looking down at his tankard, examining the contents thoughtfully for a moment. "Here - try thee hand at my ale. I wager it to be somewhat stronger than your Midgardian spirits.”

30th
Nov
2013
9 months ago

The Purge

tokillabarton:

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       ” Y’know what? I’d rather see my people suffer than seein’ ‘em without freedom. “

             "Thy people have freedom, I rule benevolently. I ask nothing of thee, or thy people, lest it be to be at peace, and happy; even then, tis little more than a simple request.”

(Source: theodiceanthor)

30th
Nov
2013
9 months ago

saladandmakebelieve:

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         ”Hail to the King, and all that.”

             "Hail to none but thee who would rule well, mortal."

30th
Nov
2013
9 months ago

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