Surprised loki didnt flinch at all with all that lightning coursing around him
he grew up with that guy, he’s used to it
Loki didn’t even transform, his suit was an illusion and he just took it off.
Yeah, Loki just dispelled the illusion, but Thor actually had to change clothes, so he needed the lightning blast to cover the ThunderPenis.
I’m convinced Loki is perma-nude and EVERY outfit you see is an illusion. Why deal with the discomfort of chafing pleather pants when you can just trick people into thinking you’re wearing clothes?
Also, “ThunderPenis” nearly killed me.
A teenage boy sitting behind me when I first saw this movie narrated the transformation with “BAM! Now we sexy!” and I hear it in my head every. single. time.
“Thor and Loki are interesting because their father so completely screwed up their childhood; you don’t tell two boys that their both meant to be king, but only one will do it.” -Alan Taylor
She watches contently as Thor begins to thread to the remaining survivors, checking for any serious injuries. Amongst those who remain are Steve and Natasha. Instinctively, they all begin to do the same as Thor, tending to any serious issues. For the most part people were just confused, the occasional bleeding wound. That’s where Juniper came in. Her healing powers were sufficient enough to heal up all of the major injuries that people presented with.
“Okay, I think that is all the injured.” She says, wiping her hands off on her black jeans.
Once again, she watches as the Asgardian prince asks everyone if they are okay, much sincerity laced in his voice. It came naturally to him, probably from the manner in which he was raised.
Thor helped where he could, helping get everyone inside the compound to assess the number of casualties. When night fell, everyone was given quarters and Thor found his way to the roof, where he sat on the edge and stared out at the land, eyes glancing up at the sky as well. The toll had been vast and he hoped he could find the strength to continue the fight where he and his brother had left off. “Father…mother…Loki…” he said, staring at the sky. “Give me strength from Valhalla, there is still another battle to fight.”
“Gods, I hope not,” Steve answered with a low grown, curling back around Thor and holding tightly to him, pressing his face into the other’s neck and shoulder. “I’m quite content to simply lay here with you for a few more hours if possible.”
Thor practically purred as Steve curled into him, arms holding him close and safe. “I can certainly get behind that.” He mused, one hand moving to run his finger through Steve’s hair. “I am not leaving again, my love. I am here to stay.” He swore.
Tristan had considerably less self-control, still the same way it was back in college, and he was more than happy to nuzzle his face against Thor’s hair, still hugging him tight. A minute or so later he finally released the man and leaned back against his door. “I’m doin’ pretty good. Those boxes there are the last couple but if you really wanna help then go for it. They’ve just got makeup an’ shit in ‘em.” Which of course meant they were heavy. Hands fumbled in his pockets for a moment before he found his key and unlocked the door, pushing it open. “This place is obviously not quite done just yet but if yours is free then I’ll come by for a drink an’ we can catch up, yeah?”
Thor couldn’t help the little swell in his heart at the affection from Tristan. ‘God, I missed this.’ he thought to himself as he took a slow breath of Tris’ cologne and smiling before he picked up the box with ease. He rolled his eyes as he followed Tristan inside. “So I’m not allowed t see you not in perfect condition anymore?” he teased, giving a smirk. He remembered many nights where Tristan was very far from perfectly put together, and he hoped the comment wasn’t lost on his old friend and fuck buddy.
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