Let Thunder Come

Greetings, citizens of Midgard. My name is Thor Odinson, and this would be my own personal 'blog'. I am told you mortals consider them vital, so I suppose that means I should do the same.

I have no doubt you'll be nothing short of amazed by what you find here.

My Story.

My Brother.

OOC: TIMELINE POST

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  2. fattributes:

Alabama Barbecue Chicken
     
     
  3. Oh Mighty Thor, thank you for your gracious follow. I will do my best duty to you and your Brother in my mission.
    asked by alicemuralice
    answer:

    You have a mission, you say? Do you also work for S.H.I.E.L.D.?

     
     
  4. frostblooded:

    You should have been more aware of your surroundings!  You know that we only recently defeated Malekith and his ilk.  Obviously they would seek revenge.

    I know, Loki…I know, I…please, just help me get her back. 

    (Source: number1odinson)

     
     
  5. frostblooded:

    number1odinson:

    frostblooded:

    number1odinson:

    I need your help. Please. 

    Did you lock yourself out of the apartment again? There’s a key inside the frog statue.

    I— no. I did not.

    It’s Jane…she’s been stolen from me.

    What.

    YOU WERE GONE FOR TWO DAYS HOW DID THIS HAPPEN

    It was an ambush. I did not have time to react, the Dark Elves were upon us before I had even the slightest chance to defend her…

     
     
  6. frostblooded:

    number1odinson:

    I need your help. Please. 

    Did you lock yourself out of the apartment again? There’s a key inside the frog statue.

    I— no. I did not.

    It’s Jane…she’s been stolen from me.

     
     
  7. Loki,

    I need your help. Please. 

     
     
  8. A Day Trip:

    fosteringbridges:

    The faeries startle Jane, and she recoils as indignant chittering and a chilled, slightly agitated mist seeps from the shaken book.

    “Please put the book down, sir,” the merchant says.  ”Here, have a look at this piece …”

    He holds up an amulet worked in silver and emerald, its pendant carved in the likeness of a snake’s open mouth.  The snake’s eyes and fangs are shimmering gems, and its jaws are gleaming, reflective silver.  Magic radiates from the amulet, palpable enough that Jane feels it, like weak electricity sparking along her skin and hair.  The carving mesmerizes her, and she stares at it for a long while before she finally exhales. “That’s — beautiful.”

    As she reaches to touch it, the merchant smiles.  The mist from the book of frost-faeries thickens suddenly, unnaturally, enveloping the stall.  Thor disappears, but Jane doesn’t care; she’s grasping for the pendant, desperate to hold it in her hand.  Her fingers brush the silver, and her bones soften to mush; she’s gripped with an inescapable, yet weirdly pleasant exhaustion.  

    “Isn’t it, though,” the merchant murmurs, as Jane’s eyelids flutter and then close.

    Thor snarls as the mist thickens around him. His first thoughts are of Jane, but as he reaches out for her he grasps nothing but air. 

    "Jane? —Jane!!

    Panic settles in; he can’t risk wildly thrashing through the haze without the possibility of striking her in the process. Thor doesn’t waste another second before mjolnir’s in hand, raised over his head and working to create a whirlwind strong enough to disperse the fog. His plans, however, are cut short when a crossbow bolt streaks out of nowhere to slash a thin line straight across his cheek and over the bridge of his nose. 

    The wound burns as blood coats the right side of his face, but the only thing going through Thor’s mind is that it gives him a target. Spinning on his heel he rushes forward in the direction of the shot, his fingers latching onto the breastplate of a Dark Elf as he pulls the creature from cover, meeting the end of the assassin’s crossbow as the reduced space between them offers some amount of visibility. Another shot slams point-blank into his neck, just above his collarbone. 

    Thor staggers. His fingers lose their grip, his balance shifts as numbness washes over him, a forced, last-ditch effort to strike out allows him only the realization that mjolnir’s no longer in his hand and that the ground— or what he can make out of it— is rushing straight towards him. He falls, and the white that surrounds him fades out into black. 

    (Source: number1odinson)

     
     
  9. ladycomic:

Baby Loki,
baby Loki,
riding on a Thor
baby Loki

    ladycomic:

    Baby Loki,

    baby Loki,

    riding on a Thor

    baby Loki

     
     
  10. tyleroakley:

    Just one of those posts I can’t NOT reblog.

    This woman is nothing short of inspiring to say the least.

    I want one of these devices.

    (Source: nevereverbeensosatisfied)

     
     
  11. number1odinson started following you

    justmeandmytech:

    20th follower, Thor!

    Nice!

    Look at all these gods.

    They should just make me one.

    My friend, you know I mean no disrespect, but you would make for a terrible god. 

     
     
  12. number1odinson started following you.

    ask-phil:

    number1odinson:

    I have sent many emails alerting the Kelogg’s merchant family that their Pop-tart boxes do not contain nearly enough food for an Asgardian, but I have heard nothing from them in return. 

    I am aware of the fact that diplomacy is part of your training, so I would like to request that you take up the matter with them directly. 

    I believe I have explained this before, but I will do so again.

    The people who pack and manage the contents of ‘Pop-tarts’ do so with their first priority being money, and the second being to cater to the needs of… midgardians. 

    So it would be the best for them if each box contained enough for a normal person.  Each of the Avengers, including yourself, has a bank account with money from S.H.I.E.L.D.

    If you feel the need to buy copious amounts of pop-tarts then you may do so. Just try and be sensible about it.

    Yes but I feel it is vital that with the alliance our realms have forged that they begin considering trade with the people of Asgard.

    Specifically the crown prince.

    More specifically me

     
     
  13. number1odinson started following you.

    ask-phil:

    number1odinson:

    It has been some time, Son of Coul. I give you my word that I am currently causing no trouble for you, as neither the lady Jane Foster or myself are anywhere near your realm at the moment. 

    As for your assistance, perhaps you would not mind delivering a message for me?

    Of course, it is my job after all.

    What would you like to pass on?

    I have sent many emails alerting the Kelogg’s merchant family that their Pop-tart boxes do not contain nearly enough food for an Asgardian, but I have heard nothing from them in return. 

    I am aware of the fact that diplomacy is part of your training, so I would like to request that you take up the matter with them directly. 

     
     
  14. How do I tell my friend (one of my best friends) that I've liked her for the longest time. I want to tell her...but I don't want to ruin our friendship, or make things awkward at the same time. How do I accomplish this?
    asked by Anonymous
    answer:

    Ah, love. The most trying battle you shall ever face in your life and believe me, my friend, it is well worth it. 

    You should never be afraid to admit you feelings for her. Even if she does not feel the same, even if she cannot return your love or is unsure of it, it will do nothing to harm your friendship so long as you yourself have already made peace with your own emotions. Be confident, be honest, and if she says no accept it with pride and dignity.

    Who knows? Perhaps seeing you behave in such a noble manner will make her see you in a different light— even if it means simply being closer friends than you ever were before. 

     
     
  15. number1odinson started following you.

    ask-phil:

    Ah, good evening, Mr. Odinson.

    May I help you with anything at this time?

    It has been some time, Son of Coul. I give you my word that I am currently causing no trouble for you, as neither the lady Jane Foster or myself are anywhere near your realm at the moment. 

    As for your assistance, perhaps you would not mind delivering a message for me?