The bigger/taller/stronger/scarier person in a ship getting willingly pinned down/dominated/fucked/bossed around by the smaller person.
thor is incredible like he has bathed in the blood of his enemies when he’s in a frothing berserker rage yet i bet you anything he tiptoes around the flowers in frigga’s garden so that he doesn’t stomp on them
She drugged me to have her way with me. What can you say about someone who stooped so low?
"merriment can sometimes be a heavier burden than battle"
like i understand hes making fun, i understand he’s talkin bout parties, but come on
what thor really means is “im sad” “im sad all the time” “im happy on the outside but im always sad” “because nothing is the same” “ive had to face things that tore me apart from the brother i love and the fun of life and of being young and free” “im conscious and clearheaded and because of that im sad” “but i still smile cause people expect me to smile like the golden son im supposed to be”
I meant to just reblog this, but then I started thinking about it and thinking about Thor and how he deals with this sadness, because, yes, so much of it is about not being that carefree (reckless, arrogant) youth anymore, but having seen the true cost of war (Loki is the cost of war, Thor lost him because of war), he bears a much heavier burden.
And like Thor says, it’s true that surrender is not in his nature, he still gets up every day and still fights to protect people and still enjoys that fighting, his laughter on Vanaheim was genuine, it’s just… not carefree anymore, it’s a fight to try to stay happy now.
But he still smiles because Thor is someone who protects other people, who smiles for them to reassure them, smiles because he is at heart an optimist, even if he’s learning to balance it with realism. And the thing that makes me really heavy hearted for Thor is that it’s not like he couldn’t show that he was sad, it’s not like he couldn’t tell people he was sad, but that it wouldn’t fix anything, so he doesn’t. He doesn’t talk about how he’s sad at the loss of Loki, because what will words do? He doesn’t have the words to bring Loki back. He doesn’t have the words to make him and Jane not from separate worlds.
So he keeps getting up and keeps fighting back Marauders and keeps working to stay positive and help as many people as he can and to try to work through all this, because Thor is never one to give up a fight, even the fight to just simply love people and live his life.
But it’s sad right now. Thor has a lot of sadness because there are so many things that he can’t fix and he’s a doer, he does things, that’s who he is, and doing things can’t fix them now, of course he’s sad and I just.
/cries into my pillow
"Thor Battles the Einherjar (Extended)
Thor Prevents Loki from Stabbing a Guard
Source: Disney Movies Anywhere Extras Uploaded for those outside US. Apparently they don’t count as ‘Anywhere’
"We’re scrappy. And it’s probably been a while since you taught people here, right? Variety is the spice of life, as cliche a phrase that is, and there are a ton of fighting styles.”
"But frankly, I’d be disappointed if you did forget it. Y’know Tony suped up the charge on it."
"Aye, a long while." He doubted there could be a fighting style that he didn’t know, but, whatever, he wasn’t going to argue with her.
Oh did him? Odin save my soul, why would anyone put an weapon on your hands?”
Ororo stole an appreciative glance at Thor while he spoke with his eyes closed. He was an Adonis, no doubt. Tall, sculpted of flesh and harden muscle. Ororo nodded yet retorted, “Perhaps but you are unlike any other man walking around here.” She bit her bottom lip shyly, chided herself for her subtle flirtation. “If you have no other plans for the evening, would you like stay here and watch the storm with me?” she invited.
He laughed at her words, he knew exactly what she meant, he wasn’t oblivious to her eyes on him. “Perhaps, but you are also unlike most women I’ve met,” none of them could summon a storm and none of them felt that electric before. “I would love it,” it was his plan since the beginning. He took her hand and guided her so they could sit on the floor and watch the heavy clouds gathering above their heads. “Were you ever treated differently because of your gift?”
"Too bad I can’t cook worth a damn," replied Natasha with a wry smile. "I will not be taking the stairs, but see you on my floor, alright? Considering you’re much more agile than an elevator, we’ll probably get there the same time. Floor 67.”
He arrived to the floor she told him about, stairs were healthier and less scary than elevators. Thor hated to feel trapped, but Natasha was too huge to use the stairs anyway. “Then this is your lucky day, I am a great cook.” Really, all of his time in Midgard watching cook shows were worth his time. “If you want, I can cook you what you want. Just tell me when and what. Now, where is the bathroom again?”