Thor: How do I deal with my enemies?
Loki: Kill them.
Thor: That seems a bit extreme. I was hoping for a more passive solution.
Loki: …
Loki: Kill them only a little?
Prompt: "I just got you back, I'm not letting go.*
MCU/AA/EMH
Three sets of brothers are pulled into a maze like palace, the inhabitants seeking to devour them for their power.
The gods of thunder are fused together, as are the gods of chaos. They must find a way out of there. They end up being separated, both of them learning about the place and its dangers in the process. The Loki's learn that there is a choice system that effects their fate and are given a choice:
'You live and escape. Your sibling dies permanently.'
Or
'Your sibling lives and escapes. You die permanently.'
The Loki's chosen answer is to let Thor live.
All Thor's reject this choice and break the system and the realm, unfusing and dragging their brother back to their own world- barely escaping death.
Thor is pissed at Loki's choice, lecturing him before screaming: 'I just got you back, Loki! I wasn't going to leave without you, not again. I am not letting you leave me again, damnit. Not again...'
Odin: "Yesterday, I overheard Thor saying "Are you sure this is a good idea?" and Loki replying "Trust me.". I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life."
Anyone else confused by the similarities between the Black Brothers and Odinson / Laufeyson brothers? Loki = Regulus and Thor = Sirius but Loki = Sirius and Thor = Regulus. Anyone any thoughts?
It was rare but the full fledged army of einherjar, unparalleled in its prowess and fighting on the battlefield, needed her on the front lines. The enchantress could enchant a man to eat sand and cut his own heart with a flick of her finger. And it was known to everyone on Asgard that the woman who had men wrapped around her fingers, couldn’t resist Thor herself. The god of Thunder and Prince of Asgard had summoned her to the battle of Harokin. He wasn’t aware the enemy had spelled weapons and fire breathing from their swords. She had enchanted the enemies. Their blood boiled and they fell down, burning from the fire of their own swords. She created Hel on the war field.
And Amora was exhausted. She could barely walk, but still managed to get inside her tent. Her bones and muscles were swollen, hurting like it was her last day of thousands of years. With shallow breathing and leaving trails of blood on the threshold of tent, she stumbled but caught hold of the table. Drenched in blood seeping from her eyes and nose, a side effect of using dark magic for a prolonged period of time, she stripped out of her silk and stepped into the tub. The warm water soothed her skin, and calmed her nerves. She looked at the bar where some ale and dry meat was spread along with candles.
“Thanks. I love it how you respect my feelings.” She low-key said, settling her chin on the rim of the bathtub.
“Do not come and hold me like I’m a weakling when I’m done with magic Thor! I clearly remember you saying that with a knife in your hand, who am I to defy you Amora? I wouldn’t do anything that makes you feel weak. You’re one of the strongest one I know” Thor answered with a smile, a cup of ale resting in his hands as he watched her, with admiration and something he couldn’t decide.
“So when are we having the meeting for next war strategy?…Thor?” She snapped her fingers, tilting her head to look at Thor sipping ale as he laughed, face red as a bloomed rose.
“Speak up? Odinson!”
Thor hissed, then said, clearly relishing the vista before him. The candle lights flickered on Amora’s bare body. “That’s…” he pointed a finger towards her, “that’s in my brain now!”