Author: themusechronicle

quellfalconer:

By the end of Ragnarok, Loki has been accepted as Thor’s brother again; as his friend, as his ally. When I came to shoot the scene in Infinity War, I think it’s very powerful that he calls himself an Odinson. And that closes the whole journey of Loki and what we were trying to do. You know, Kenneth Branagh introduced these characters as two princes in Asgard, both of whom were born to be together in a way. And in that film he finds out that he is not an Odinson by birth, but the fact that he looks at his brother in the eye and says that he is an Odinson is a huge journey of redemption and catharsis.

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Tom Hiddleston

The Boss (mafia au)

lostshieldandhammer:

Steven Grant Rogers, head of the Rogers Family in New York, stepped in front of the mirror and nodded to himself as he checked out the latest suit from his designers. It was perfect. The soft gray Armani fit him like a glove in all the right places. The blue silk shirt and matching tie beneath brought out the tanned skin and blue eyes. Dark polished shoes finished the ensemble and Steve smiled at the older man that stood next to him.

“It’s perfect, Lou. Beautiful job as always. If you could get me three more, in navy blue, black, and charcoal gray, same cut and style?”

“Of course, Mr. Rogers,” Lou said, quickly making notes on a small tablet. “I can have them for you by next week.” Steve smiled.

“Excellent. Thanks.” The man nodded and left Steve to himself as he continued looking over himself in the mirror. Not that he was alone by any means. His guards stood near the entrance of the store as always. Finally, he stepped down from the elevated mirror and went to get changed. He came back out a few minutes later in his usual Saturday clothes – dark jeans, crimson button down shirt, and leather jacket – and took the suit back to the older man.

“I’ll send one of my guys to pick everything up from you later today, yeah?”

“Of course….”

Steve walked outside as a few children came running up to him. He smiled and nodded to one of the guards who handed him a bag.

“All right, all right. You’ve all been good this week? No talking back to Moms and Dads and staying in school right?”

“Yes, sir!” came the chorus of replies. Steve grinned as he reached into the bag and brought out several different presents for each of the kids before sending them on their way and handing the empty bag back to his guard. As they got to the car, Steve slid into the back and sighed heavily.

“Where too, Boss?” Clint asked him from the front seat.

“The Tower, Clint. I need to check in and make sure everything is going well over there…”

Disowned son of the Laufeyson family Loki had abandoned his homeland and come to the US, and had found a nice home among the Rogers family as an undercover. Sly and quick witted, Loki could talk them out of any bad situation and today was no different. He had finished his particular work and was in the main office waiting for his boss to arrive. HE leaned back against the couch, reading a book harmlessly. He didn’t often feel the need to come in before Steve arrived, but there was something he wanted to ask and he knew that the only place he and Steve would be alone was in the main office. 

sttormsofnight

“I’ll try.” Seth murmured, whimpering softly. “I… I don’t know. I mean we should talk about it but…” He still wasn’t sure if he really wanted that. Not yet. “I’m really tired and everything hurts.” Seth stopped talking for a few minutes, keeping his eyes closed tightly. “Peter, I really want to sleep.”

There was a shuffling as Peter heard his team lift Seth, and when he heard one of them say they had him, Peter relaxed just barely. “Get him to Terra. She can start healing him up. I’ll be there with Malia in an hour.” he ordered, knowing the others could hear before his attention turned to Seth’s voice. “Baby boy, stay awake a little longer, okay? Terra is going to take care of you until I’m there and then I won’t leave your side until you’re better. I swear, okay? Then you can say those words. Don’t go to sleep yet.”

Malia reached to take the phone when her father’s grip got too tight and she heard the almost inaudible sound of the phone starting to crack. “Seth, it’s MAlia.” she said, runnign fingers through her father’s hair. “I have to help dad get packed, so I’m putting headphones in so we can get ready to leave, okay?” She looked at the screen tracking the phones and smiled, helping her father from his chair and towards his room. “Terra is just around the corner. You’ll be able to rest soon. What kind of wound is it, can you tell me?”