#I just think that in his panic Bruce would put in a bunch of research on this 'Danny Fenton' kid

[afibrunner]

How It All Began

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My story leading up to the catheter ablation procedure went something like this:  

- I was in pretty good physical shape.  I was in my mid-30s.

- One night my heartbeat went crazy. 

- I freaked out a bit, but calmly went to my personal doctor: Google.

- It took me all of 20 minutes to diagnose myself with Atrial Fibrillation (AF).

- I decided to sleep on it, and the next day my symptoms were gone.

- I was living overseas at the time, so I was a bit untrusting of the foreign medical system.

- Despite knowing the risks associated with AF, I stupidly decided to just live with it rather than treat it.

My AF symptoms came and went over the years, often brought on by a few distinct things: Adrenaline or quickly-induced stress, certain types of alcohol, strangely enough, laying back in a very distinct position on the couch, and (I think but not certain on this one) a large intake of sugar like eating a big desert at a restaurant.  My irregular heartbeat did not seem to be triggered by caffeine as far as I could tell.  

If I went into AF at any point, it would automatically go away on its own.  Usually overnight, but almost always within 48 hours.  At first I would have instances of it once a week or so, but over the years it began happening more often. Sometimes every other day.  I continued my misguided approach of ignoring it because I didn’t ever really feel very poorly during the times I was in AF .  I don’t remember ever feeling tired, fatigued, dizzy or short of breath.  Sometimes I wouldn’t know I had it until I put my finger on my wrist to check my heart rate.  If it was steady, I was good to go.  If it was beating randomly, I knew I was in AF.  I could run normally, and although my times weren’t super fast I don’t remember every missing a run or a strength workout because I was in AF. 

I returned to live in the United States about three years after first realizing I had AF.  During a routine annual physical with my primary care physician, he picked up on my AF and freaked out.  I wanted to say, “Yo Doc, simmer down now.  I’ve been living with this for a long time, and it’s not even bad right now.  No need to panic.  But panic he did.  He acted like he found something that was found something that was an immediate threat to my life.  He mentioned a few things I already knew like AF puts someone at an increased risk of stroke, etc.  He ordered an EKG that confirmed what he heard through his stethoscope.  I had AF.  My secret was now out.  He made such a big deal of it that I was too embarrassed to admit I already knew I had it. He had me follow him out of the exam room into his office where he proceeded to make a call to a cardiologist he knew and recommended. Using first names, he called in an obvious favor and got me a same-day visit with this specialist in AF. My PCP bid me farewell in a somewhat dramatic fashion, proud of his accomplishment in finding the AF and saving my life.  (He really is a great PCP, and although I was certain he was overreacting he my have indeed ultimately saved me from a stroke by scaring me and highlighting that AF is something that should be dealt with sooner than later.)    

The new cardiologist was awesome as well.  He looked at the EKG I had taken an hour before and said, “Yep, you’ve got Atrial Fibrillation.”  He was awesome.  He stepped me through what was happening in my heart, and then helped me feel like a bit less of an invalid.  He explained that it isn’t uncommon for long distance runners to develop AF.  He had a very technical reason for why you can be in great  physical shape with a very strong heart, but that extreme endurance training can sometimes trigger AF.  He was very positive and went through the equation cardiologists use to assess the risk of stroke to patients with AF:  CHA₂DS₂-VASc.  (See my resources page for more information on this risk score and how it is used.)  He basically “white boarded” out an equation to assign points to certain conditions.  He explained each risk factor and why they were important. I was under 65 years old, male, no history of congestive heart failure, no hypertension, no history of stroke, no vascular disease history and no diabetes.  Compared to someone with no diagnosis of AF, I was still at an increased risk for stroke, but I was on the lower end of the spectrum for those diagnosed with AF.  He was awesome in that he made me feel good about the fact that I was in great shape and that this definitely made me healthier than most AF patients.  But he stopped just short of making me feel like I had nothing to be concerned about. He thought I would be a perfect candidate for a cardiac catheter ablation, and explained the procedure in very basic terms.  He referred me to another physician who does the ablation procedures, and said he wanted me to get started on the blood thinner Xarelto, and gave me a sample pack of the drug.  In his notes on this visit, the doctor wrote the following: “Patient has asymptomatic atrial fibrillation of unclear duration. His atrial fibrillation is probably related to his high vagal tone as he is a marathon runner and quite athletic. His CHADS VAS score is 0 and aspirin should be sufficient. However, I have explained to him that personally, I prefer Xeralto or Eliquis. Furthermore, I anticipate eventual cardioversion or ablation and therefore, I will start patient on Xeralto 20 mg dally at bedtime.”

I didn’t see that third physician on the same day, but his staff helped me get scheduled for a stress echo to “rule out inducible ischemia or structural heart disease.”  

Approximately two weeks later I reported to the third physician for the stress echo using the “Bruce (Accelerated)” protocol.  (I’m not sure what that is, but I wrote it down.)  I got wired up with a bunch of cables attached to my chest and ran on a treadmill for about 13 minutes.  I wasn’t in AF at the time of the test, so I felt really strong and I think I did well in the stress test.  The doctor commended me for reaching stage 7 of the protocol, but I’m not sure if he was being sincere or just knew I was competitive with running and wanted me to feel better about myself.  From the Doctor’s notes: “Conclusions: 1. Excellent exercise  tolerance. 2. Normal blood pressure and heart rate response to exercise. 3. Negative exercise echo tor Inducible ischemia or arrhythmia.”

So that was it.  I went home feeling like I had killed the test.  From this point on I continued to make bad decisions.  I continued to blow off my new AF diagnosis because 1. I didn’t want to be on medications or blood thinners, and 2. the thought of having surgery on my heart when three weeks earlier I had run a half marathon averaging under 8 minute miles sounded crazy to me.  So I decided to do some research on ablation to figure out if I’d still be able to be a runner after the procedure.

And two weeks later the entire country went on lockdown for COVID-19. 

Most elective procedures were cancelled as we all tried to figure out how we were going to get through the pandemic.  I was ok with that because I felt healthy.  After all, I had been living with AF for a few years already.  I saw no need to panic.  I just continued running . . . 

On many occasions I would begin a run knowing I was in AF, and then the irregular heartbeat would be snapped back to normal at some point during the run.  This happened quite often with tempo runs. I wasn’t overly concerned about it because at first I didn’t recognize a decrease in performance.  Later it became a bit more noticeable, and my Garmin Forerunner 945 had a problem with my AF.  

There is a feature in the Forerunner to help you watch for abnormal heart rates.  You can have the watch alert you if it detects an abnormally high or low heart rate.  I left this feature on.  Every so often, when I was in AF after a run it would trigger the alarm.  Not during the run, mind you.  For some reason it only triggered the alarm after I was cooling down. Maybe it was because the watch knew I was no longer running and was worried that my heart rate was still high when I should be recovering.  Keep in mind my resting heart rate was around 42 bpm at that time.  

I remember being angry following a run when I was in AF because my Garmin 945 got so confused.  My VO₂ Max was 54 according to my Garmin, but after a run wherein my watch got super confused, it dropped my VO₂ Max down two points to a 52.  I was mad!  I had a particularly bad bought of AF and ran through it.  Normally during a tempo run my heart rate would take a while to increase, and then would top out at around 150 when I was running at a perceived exertion rate of about 7 on a scale of 1 to 10.  

During this run my heart rate was through the roof because of the AF.  I might be making this up, but I’m pretty sure my Garmin watch sent me an alert during the run saying, “Did you give your watch to someone who isn’t in very good running condition by any chance?”  (I hit the back key on my watch to blow off the notification.)  

Later while still in AF during that same run:  

Garmin: “Are you in imminent danger or running for your life?”  Me: No. Shut up Garmin, it’s just my AF making you think my HR is way high.

5 minutes later.  Garmin: “Need me to call 911 for you?”  No, damnit, now leave me alone so I can complete this tempo run.  It’s just AF and I’ll have a much lower heart rate the day after tomorrow when I try this again.  

As I mentioned, my Garmin punished me after that run by dropping my VO₂ Max by two points.  I was mad, and that was the point where I decided to have the ablation procedure.  All because my watch downgraded what it assessed as my VO₂ Max following one time I ran during AF.  Crazy right?

Next up: Choosing my surgeon. . . 

[lemonsandstrawberries]

Hey, babe

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), MCU, og6 Avengers appear

summary: Tony and Steve had been married for years and going steady, having a good thing going on. It wasn't until recent times when Tony found out that Steve had a sort of habit, Tony couldn't decide if it was annoying or heartwarming.

length: 2 169

a/n: I was rereading some of my fics and noticed that Steve calls Tony 'babe' a lot. Like a loooot. Granted, my headcanon since I started writing Stony is that Steve calls Tony 'babe' while Tony calls Steve 'baby', but I think I have overused it, especially when it comes to Steve calling Tony. So, this fic is me poking fun at my own habits, while writing some domestic fluff - hope you like it! as always, feedback, reblogs and likes are appreciated and needed!

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Hey, babe

“Hey, guys! Sorry, I am late there was a line at the cash register.”

“Was there a line or did you let all the old ladies before you again?”

There was some laughter, and Natasha skillfully grabbed the bag of spicy takis Steve roughly threw in her direction. Clearly to repay for the teasing comment.

“Maybe I did,” Steve clipped, handing more bags of chips to his team, and carefully sliding a huge bag of cheese puffs under sleeping Thor’s arm, the god sprawled all over his favorite red armchair. Thor mumbled out a thank you, and huddled the bag closer to himself, almost like a pillow. “And then I helped some carry their groceries. What?” Steve defended himself with a laugh, lasting a critical look from his team. “They call me Captain, I couldn’t refuse!”

“We all call you Captain,” Clint pointed out, reaching hands for his pack of potato chips, Steve tossing it to him.

“That’s probably why he is always stuck on snack duty,” Natasha whispered to Clint. It became a sort of habit that each impromptu movie night, Steve was the one delegated to go shopping and supply his team with sweet and salty snacks, while the rest chose movies and ordered pizza or some other movie appropriate meals. It was a good system.

“Here is Bruce’s weird mix of spiced peanuts,” Steve took another bag out from the grocery bag and handed it to Natasha, who took one couch for herself and Bruce, Clint sitting on the floor and leaning over her legs, earlier gathering all pillows and blankets available and making something resembling a nest. “And this is for me and you,” Steve smiled, walking to the other couch, solely occupied by Tony, already waiting and curled in one corner and smiling at Steve. “Here you go, babe,” Steve said, handing Tony a pack of gummy bears and a large bag of cool ranch Doritos.

“Thanks,” Tony smiled, accepting the swift kiss on his forehead and even tipped his head up a bit for better access. It was a sweet thing they usually did, something that was so casual it went by without any comments, just this time, Tony heard some muffled laughter. Steve didn’t pay attention, but Tony swayed to the side, trying to locate the source, but, of course, everyone both Natasha and Clint looked perfectly innocent.

“Just gonna wash my hands and be right back,” Steve said, heading out of the living room, greeting Bruce on his way.

“Did I miss something?” Bruce asked, sitting next to Natasha and noticing that as soon as Steve left, Clint started to smile tauntingly, while Natasha had that sort of fondly irritated look on her face, and Tony sat curled in his corner all confused. Thor just kept sleeping, hugging his chips.

“Told you it will happen,” Clint pointed out cheerfully, opening his bag and stuffing a handful in his mouth, chips crunching nicely in his mouth.

“What will happen?” Tony asked, feeling alarmed when most of the people gathered in the room started to send him some looks. As if knowing something he didn’t, and Tony hated not knowing things. “Whaat?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” Bruce smiled kindly, taking his bag of peanuts.

“You really don’t notice it, huh?” Natasha asked, sounding baffled. As for someone who claimed to be a genius, Tony could be somehow slow when it came to the simplest things.

“Notice what?”

Tony didn’t find out, as Steve entered the living room and Clint shushed everyone, as the whole room waited for it to happen again. Tony narrowed his eyes, not appreciating being dissed like that. Before he could complain to Steve about their teammates being a bunch of assholes, it happened again.

“Babe, scooch a little.”

And there it was again. Clint burst out a triumphant ‘HAH’, Natasha and Bruce smiled at each other in a soft way, and Tony scoffed not knowing what was happening.

“What?” Steve asked, sitting in the corner instead of Tony so his husband could lean into him. Just the way they liked.

“Nothing!” Clint repeated.

“It is just sweet how you two behave like a newly married couple even after years of marriage,” Natasha said gently.

“Yeah, sweet,” Clint chuckled, and Tony narrowed his eyes again. If it was sweet, why he felt like being mocked? “Do you even remember his name?”

And the secret was out. Tony blinked, somehow always being aware of it, but just realizing it. Practically from when they started to date, Steve barely called him by his name. It was always some sort of pet name, 'babe’ being the most common one. Tony didn’t mind. Usually, he was the one giving everyone nicknames, most of them having some mean, yet hilarious twist, but in Steve’s case it was all love and tenderness. Tony felt really good about being Steve’s 'babe’, year after year. Not that he would willingly admit to it.

“Sure I do,” Steve beamed, arraigning his hands around Tony’s waist and pulling him in closer. “It’s - ” and his voice dropped, just like Tony’s heart did when he heard the hesitation in his husband’s voice. He whipped his head around in panic, just to see that characteristic way Steve pulled his eyebrows together, faking thought or when he was joking, something Tony learned to recognize after all those years spent together. “ - it’s To-ny, right?” Steve asked slowly as if putting it all together cost him effort.

There was some laughter and the happy atmosphere was back, so the movie could finally start. Only Tony couldn’t focus, grounded in a warm embrace of his husband, his thoughts traveling elsewhere.

Mostly around the shared years with his husband, digging up memories from the past, and analyzing them.

It was time to do some research.

Tomorrow. Tony leaned his head back, Steve put his chin on top of his head, further locking them together, and Tony's eyes slid close. There was a limited number of times a person could watch 'Harry Potter’, but being in his husband's embrace never got old.

***

“Morning, babe.”

First one. Just like every morning, just seconds after Tony had stirred in his sleep, slowly wakening up, before he could even open his eyes, there was a soft voice in his ear and a kiss, sometimes on his forehead, sometimes on his cheek, sometimes on his nose. The nose kisses were extra funny and Tony’s nose always scrunched cutely and maybe it was the reason why soft morning nose kisses were one of Steve’s favorite. Not that Tony complained.

“Morning, yourself,” Tony replied, like on most of the mornings, voice still a bit hoarse from sleep. Lazily, he opened his eyes and looked at Steve’s bright blue ones. Just like the early morning sky. That was a sight that never got old. And then, Steve leaned down and they shared a proper, good morning kiss, before starting their day.

***

“Here is your coffee, babe.”

Second one.

“Thanks!” Tony beamed a smile, waiting for Steve to smooch his cheek, and after getting his kiss, he quickly sucked the hot liquid in.

“Hey, what’s your hurry? Slow down, babe!” Steve laughed, observing his husband and flipping pancakes at the same time in the pan, with a single flick of the wrist. Seemed that years of throwing a vibranium frisbee were finally paying off.

Thanks to the sip of coffee fueling his sleepy mind, Tony noticed that it happened for the third time and it was less than an hour from when they woke up. Tony slowly sipped his coffee, waiting for pancakes and wondering what would be the 'babe count’ at the end of the day.

***

“Baaabe! Did you see my sketchbook?”

“Babe, please pass the salt.”

“Babe! Feet off the table!”

Tony grunted and obediently lowered his feet and put them on the carpet, Steve smooching his head on his way out to a SHIELD meeting. Tony glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was 2 pm and it was thirty-two 'babe’ and still counting.

***

“Goodnight, babe.”

Ah, the last one.

“Babe! Don’t hog the covers!”

Okay, almost the last one. When Steve settled, Tony curled with his head resting on his husband's chest and when he felt the steady breathing and heard first rumbling snores coming out from Steve’s mouth the count was over.

Seventy-two 'babe’.

Zero Tony.

Huh.

***

Of course, Tony didn’t mind being called 'babe’ on a daily basis by Steve. It was nice and made him feel all happy inside and somehow giddy, just like during their first years of dating. Maybe it wasn’t the most creative pet name and Steve did overuse it, but Tony felt good with it. It was like a reminder of how much love Steve had for him and it was a really good feeling.

Sure, their team taunted them both from time to time about it, but Tony didn’t care. He was happy with Steve, and he knew that their team was happy for them too.

Just sometimes it was too much.

“Do you really have to call Tony that during battle?” Clint hissed at Steve, sporting a bloody cut on his cheek, while Natasha was busying over him and cleaning a cut on archer’s forearm. She didn’t say anything, just made a grunt of agreement.

Hulk. Black Widow. Thor. Hawkeye. Babe. Captain America.

All members of Avenger’s team.

Steve laughed the complaint off, which wasn’t a great idea when you have bruised ribs and grimaced in pain, while Clint went on a rant how distractive it was, and Tony listened, feeling something tight in his heart. Sometimes it did happen, that out of habit and in the midst of fighting instead of 'Iron Man’, Steve called him 'babe’.

“Babe, on your left!”

“They are coming towards you, babe!”

“Babe, I need a lift!”

Tony sighed, messaging his hurt shoulder with some arnica cream from the Iron Man to building collision he had earlier, thinking that maybe, he should find a way to lessen the frequency of Steve calling him 'babe’.

***

“Morning, babe!”

Tony grunted, rolling away and taking the covers with himself. His body still hurt from the last battle and it was way too early for that chipper mood.

“Aw, my babe is tired?”

Tony grunted again, sounding more miserable this time, agreeing.

“Okay, I will leave you alone for a bit. Don’t want you to be grumpy for the whole day.”

And a kiss. And Tony grunted again. And then he opened his eyes, hearing Steve leave their marital bed, and thinking that he found a way.

***

“Babe, come eat!”

Grunt.

“Babe, I am leaving your laundry on the bed!”

Grunt.

“I need you to sign this, babe, it is debriefing from yesterday’s fight.”

Tony grunted, leaving his scribble at the dotted line. And then allowing himself to be kissed on the jawline.

He tried to pretend that it wasn’t nice, but it was so nice, it was melting his mind.

***

It happened late evening. Tony was working on his tablet, comfortably sitting on the couch, when he heard Steve walking behind him. Time to repeat everything all over again. Tony even paused his work and puffed out his cheek, awaiting to hear familiar, happy voice and get a kiss, when the footsteps got quieter and Steve just passed by him.

Without a word.

Without even a look.

Oh.

Well, it was fine. It was something Tony had been working on for the whole day and it was finally paying off. No more irritating pet names, kisses distracting him from work. Just this familiar, a bit of cold atmosphere he had plenty of while growing up when his parents barely acknowledged him.

Great.

It was what he wanted, right?

Right.

Then why it felt so incredibly sad?

It wasn’t even a big deal. It was just some comfortable routine, Tony didn’t even notice before it was pointed out in a joke and didn’t think he would miss until he was deprived of it.

Tony didn’t like it. Somehow it became a lot darker and colder around him, some depressing feeling smothering and dark clouds gathering over his head.

“Oh! Hi, babe, didn’t see you there!”

And the sun was out again when sweet words and a quick peck fell on the top of his head. It made his heart raise, his whole body warmed up with a pleasurable tingle and it was good that he was already sitting down because his spine felt like melting -

- and Tony grunted. Like if he didn’t have any control of it. The next second he covered his face with both hands, because dammit, why are you like that, Stark, and Steve walked away with a smile, noticing that Tony’s ear tips became almost glowing red, probably just like his face, just from the pure affection Steve had towards him while Tony tried to show so hard that he didn’t enjoy it.

Luckily, after years of marriage and shared life, Steve knew his husband better.

#stony #superhusbands #tony stark #steve rogers #fluff #domestic fluff #humor #humor and fluff #og6 avengers #kinda team fic #established stony #Thor Odinson #natasha romanov #clint barton #bruce banner #fanfic #fanfiction #no tickling

[amazingflyingdick]

counsel

WHO: Dick and Jason (@thatsjasonfkntodd​) WHERE: Wayne Manor 2.0 WHEN: April 4th, 2020 WHAT: Jason goes to Dick for advice. 

Jason: Jason sat on the shitty half-conversation he’d had with Roy for a couple of days. He hadn’t actually expected him to show up at his place, so when he hadn’t, he technically wasn’t surprised. It still left him with the question of what the hell he was supposed to do next. Just let it go? Start things up with Roy again and then just let it fucking die because he didn’t know what kind of answer he actually wanted and Roy wouldn’t tell him?

Though it went against absolutely everything in him to do it, he was going to have to talk to someone, and unfortunately the only someone that would be both eager to listen, knew Roy, and who Jason was at all willing to discuss his personal life with was...Dick. The thought of actually approaching him about it had ended up stalling him several extra hours because he loathed it. The alternative, though...the alternative would be just letting it go and calling it quits, and he wasn’t willing to do that yet. So he sucked it up and went to the manor only when he was sure that Dick would actually be there. He didn’t plan on bumping elbows with anybody else or staying for dinner or anything. He just wanted to get in, get some kind of damn answer, and leave.

He found him working and cleared his throat, hoping he would not come to fully and completely regret being there as fast as he expected to. “You got a few?” Dick: It was easy to lose track of time in the batcave, especially when Dick was focused on his work. As scattered as he could sometimes be on a day to day basis, when he honed in on something he was laser-focused and unwilling to stop researching until he found all the answers to his questions. A pile of files from the SCPD were sitting next to him. He had set them aside a while ago with the intention to take a break, but then he quickly started looking into Slade’s information again to see if anything new popped up or if Barbara might have left a note in the file. There was still nothing about his targets or who might have put out a hit, nothing he could locate in any database, and the lack of leads was making him nervous.

He wasn’t listening out for anyone, so he didn’t even hear Jason behind him and had no idea he was there until he spoke up. Dick looked over his shoulder and then rolled back a few feet in the chair, indicating to the one next to him. “Yeah. Unless you’ve been fighting with Damian or Tim,” he added dryly. It was a joke but also not. It was hard to navigate how to handle his brothers’ rivalry and Dick was fresh out of ideas, but still not ready to give up. It wasn’t impossible.

But this was about something else. Jason never came to talk to him about anything unless it was important. A little spat wouldn’t qualify. “What’s up?” He asked, making a face after taking a sip of his coffee and realizing how cold it was. Jason: “What are Tim and Damian doing?” As soon as he asked, he moved to backtrack and held up his hand. “Nevermind. Remembered I don’t care.” Even on a good day he wouldn’t have had time for that shit, and he wasn’t there on a good day. If he got distracted by some other mess he wouldn’t reel himself back in enough to return to his own, and he had to deal with it before he changed his mind.

Jason blew out an audible breath and went to pull over one of the other chairs from where it had been pushed aside. “I need to talk to you about Roy.” He decided to just rip it off like a band aid, rather than go through the small talk dance and waste time. Dick: Dick started to explain, but he stopped himself and just gave a heavy sigh. He didn't really want to talk about it either. After speaking with Bruce, Barbara, Alfred, Tim, and Damian, he hit his quota on the topic a long time ago. There was nothing Jason could add to it that would be anything but sarcastic or dismissive. Alfred was about as objective as it got and not even his advice worked this time.

When Jason didn't take the chair next to him he put his feet up on it instead. It wasn't a huge surprise this was going to be about Roy, especially since Dick just saw him the day before and he knew something was off. Roy opted not to talk about it when he asked, so he'd let the subject drop, but it didn't take a genius to figure out it was about Jason. "What about Roy?" Jason: Jason had, predictably, told no one anything. He’d assumed that Dick was at least aware that he’d seen Roy again, but he hadn’t offered any information, and since no comments had been made...he figured he may not know all of it. The thought of going through a whole explanation on top of the fact that he was there for advice, of all things, made him long for the grave again. For the twentieth time since walking in the manor, he regretted it, but pushed on anyway.

“I went to see him at the rehab place a few months ago, November or something. We hung out a few times, just...had food, watched shitty tv, whatever.” That was nothing. He pushed a hand back through his hair and leaned back further in the chair, pushing it toward one side and onto one leg. “It uh,” why was he pussyfooting around it? It was Dick. “We fucked a few weeks ago and more since. Apparently I didn’t follow up the way he wanted, so now it’s all,” he made a gesture with his hand, “screwed up, I guess.” Dick: Roy was someone Dick knew since they were both barely old enough to be taken seriously. Back then he was still Speedy. He considered him to be one of his best friends, so there weren't a lot of things they didn't talk about, but Jason was an awkward topic to navigate. Back when he dragged Roy off to rehab he'd heard some about what happened (most of it incoherent), but Dick had the feeling he didn't know the full story. He tried to approach the topic with Roy a couple of times later, even though Jason was his brother and it made them both uncomfortable on some level, but he wasn't going to force it.

That was going to be his policy this time, too. He didn't expect Jason to be the one to come to him, even though it made sense. He leaned back in his chair, his elbow propped on the table next to him, and was clearly unfazed by the explanation of events since it confirmed a lot of assumptions he'd already made. "Yeah, he told me saw you. Didn't say much more than that. So you followed up the wrong way or you just... didn't?" Jason: When he got next to no reaction by explaining what had been going on, he assumed Roy had said enough for Dick to put it together. It saved him having to deal with any kind of surprise and wait for him to get over it. He moved on quickly. “Wrong way. It’s not like I slept with him and fell off the planet. I’m not that guy.” And it was Roy, it’s not as if it was just some random person he had no connection to. “He’s spent the last, I don’t know, two weeks, just not being home, which is somehow my fault. It’s not like he said he wanted to see me regularly, or more, but me showing up when I can,” or when he wanted to, “is the fucking problem apparently.”

Jason hadn’t asked Roy what he wanted when he broke things off, and he’d own that, but what had been stopping him from speaking up for himself this time? Why was it on Jason to define everything when Roy was the one who wasn’t satisfied with what was happening? The more he’d thought about it, the more irritated it had made him. Dick: It put him at ease, kind of, to know that Jason didn't just panic and stop seeing Roy altogether, since that didn't sound like a salvageable situation, but there was a reason why Jason was here. Dick might not have heard anything from Roy directly, but he knew him well enough to speculate. Still, he knew he was only getting one side of the story. "That's the problem?" He didn't know anything about their relationship, admittedly, but somehow he doubted that was it. Somehow.

Both of them were awful at communicating in their own ways. Roy wouldn't talk about anything serious and Jason just acted like everything was nothing. Anyone could see that wasn't the best combination when it came to handling anything real. "Did you guys actually talk about it? What did he say?" Jason: “I don’t know if we talked. Words were said, loudly.” It came up, obviously, or he wouldn’t be sitting there with Dick. “He wanted me to tell him what I want. Like I’m sixteen and need to ask for a boyfriend.” He’d likely hit a wall with that with Dick, who was trying to get married, but he still didn’t see the point. It seemed juvenile and unnecessary and just one more potential complication. All he wanted to do was be with Roy. How was that not an answer?

He made an exasperated sound and ran both hands back over his hair before clasping then behind his neck. “I’m the one who went to him. Me. How is that not telling him something?” Dick: "Talking about what you want doesn't make you sixteen. There doesn't have to be a label if you don't want one. It's about... you know, boundaries, or whatever, and you talk about it so you know what's expected. Otherwise someone might do something and not think it's a big deal, like sleep with someone else." Dick thought not talking about those things was asking for more trouble in the long run, but he was no relationship guru.

"It says something, but not as well as you could if you just... told him with words. What's the big deal? Are you afraid it won't work out? Or one of you might not be able to do it?" Jason: “Why is it on me? He’s the one that wants something. If I’m thirsty, I’m going to ask for water and not stand around expecting somebody else to offer it to me and be pissed when they don’t. If Roy Harper needs something, why is it on Jason Todd to figure out what the fuck it is and then say it the way he wants it said?” Was it all because Jason had walked away? Ending things meant the rest of it was his to figure out and shoulder forever? That seemed like a bunch of bull.

He was already getting frustrated with the conversation and was talking himself in the same circle he’d been going in since he’d left out the window of Roy’s apartment. “You already gave me your whole dumb spiel about how it doesn’t matter if something doesn’t work and you’re happy just trying or whatever contrived thing you said,” he didn’t remember the precise wording when he’d questioned him about why he wanted to marry Tanya. Dick: "It's not just on you, but you're the one that left, so yeah, it is on you to make more effort. At least in the beginning. I'm not going to pretend like I know anything about what it was like with you and Roy, because I really don't, but I know plenty about what it was like after. Maybe you thought just showing up would patch all that up without you having to talk about anything, but that's obviously not working or you wouldn't be here."

Rolling his eyes, Dick crossed his arms and sat up more in his chair. "I just don't get it. What do you think is going to happen? The worst already happened, didn't it? To both of you?" At this point he didn't see what else there was to lose, other than pride. Jason: “I made more effort! I showed up and kept showing up. He wanted to know where I lived, I fucking told him. Has he shown up? No. So here I am talking to you,” which so far was yielding nothing of value.” Jason stood back up, restless already, and paced away from him.

The last question got a dry laugh from him. “What? You think dying was the worst?” Was that really what he believed? Jason had always had a problem with misdirecting anger. It had taken years of slow progress to come around to realizing that and catching it, usually belatedly. It was still his gut reaction most of the time, and it was right then. He had to take a breath not to round on Dick again when he’d not done anything except just sit there. Dick: It was hard to talk to Jason just because they were so dissimilar in every way possible, it seemed like, but that never stopped Dick from trying. He received the brunt of Jason's anger plenty of times and kept his cool, so he was prepared for that. If it happened. "He doesn't know how you feel and that's what you need to tell him. Do you... know how you feel about it? Any of it?"

Dick let almost a minute tick by before he said anything. "For you? No. I don't think that. Come on, Jay, sit back down." He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and when he continued his voice was much quieter. "You can't just shut that part of you off because you don't think you need it. Or it doesn't belong. I mean, look at your doormat. You don't let anyone in, man. And whenever your emotions are compromised by anyone else, you either deny it, disconnect from it, or minimize it. You can't... cut everyone you care about out of your life just because you think that's what you deserve." Jason: He knew more or less what he’d already said. He’d never let himself quantify it beyond that, beyond just knowing that he’d missed Roy, and that felt better when he was around him. But he’d said that, and that hadn’t been enough. “I thought I did, but apparently not.”

It was a few long beats before he relented and walked back over to sit down again. “It’s not about what I deserve.” Well, not entirely. He couldn’t say that he didn’t question that, and he often had when his mind went particularly dark places, but that was not necessarily the heart of what made him hold Roy at bay. “It’s just...fucking exhausting to disappoint people all the time.” It was more honest than he typically was, aloud and certainly to Dick. Dick: Dick had dozens of conversations with Roy and Jason that resulted in some type of misunderstanding because of poor communication… or no communication, so it was difficult to know who wasn’t listening and who wasn’t speaking, but he assumed they were both guilty of it to a degree. Roy’s issues were different than Jason’s, even though there were some parallels he’d drawn between them that Dick wisely kept to himself.

“People are always going to want things from you,” he finally said quietly, looking down at his hands. “Things you won’t be able to deliver, even if you wanted to, but that’s different. Unavoidable. You just…” There was a way to explain this without discussing specific things. Some subjects he would rather leave untouched. “It’s like you don’t want to look beyond the moment because you’re convinced something’s going to go wrong. Having no expectations doesn’t mean everyone is safe from disappointment. Most of the time it just guarantees it, especially with someone like Roy. It’s not like you went in with no strings attached - but even if you did, someone always seems to walk away from those situations feeling hurt and disappointed.” Jason: “What do you mean, someone like Roy? You’ve known him longer than I have,” though Jason wasn’t sure he could say the word better considering Dick had not seen exactly the same Roy Harper than Jason had. He did read people differently, in any case. “What is he waiting on me to say? What are the boundaries? If it’s not a label, then what?” Because Roy had demanded something from him. He’d said honesty, but he hadn’t meant the kind of honesty Jason was offering. “What’s the terminology I’m looking for here to make this shit end?” He wasn’t trying to placate him, because Jason didn’t do that. He didn’t spare feelings or sugarcoat anything just to make people walk away feeling better, but he didn’t know what to say to Roy. Dick: “All I’m saying is that you’re both always waiting for the other shoe to drop.” They were both sensitive to disappointment, anyway, and even though Dick always thought they shared a similar reason for that, it was’t one he was going to express. He frowned at the question and considered it, leaning back in his chair again. It was hard to be specific when he didn’t really know anything but what Jason told him about the conversation. He could put himself in Roy’s shoes, which could be a mistake, but he didn’t think it would be.

It made him realize just how little guidance Jason had in this area to lack something that, for Dick, felt like common sense, and he wasn’t sure if he were angrier at Bruce or himself for that. “Tell him if you want it to be casual or serious. Say it’s more than sex or it’s not. If you want it to have sex with other people or not. If you love him, say it. If not, just… just don’t say anything about that. Cover the other bases. That’s it.” Jason: “Because the other shoe does always drop, and it’s usually a drop kick.” It wasn’t like he was cynical for no reason, or because somehow it was fun. Part of him envied Dick’s ability to just shake off the things that went wrong and keep moving, which Jason had never really been able to do. Not the shaking off part, anyway.

He shook his head, not in protest, but just resignation. “Fine. But you use that word too easy.” Love. That wasn’t the point of what they were talking about and he didn’t linger over it. Instead, he just raked his hands forward through his hair and ran them down his face. “Fine,” he said again, getting back up for the second time. Dick: Dick sighed. He knew he wasn’t going to change Jason’s entire philosophy in one conversation, but he was always tempted to try. The only thing he could offer was proof that he wasn’t going to eject Jason from his life and maybe, eventually, Jason would believe differently. Instead he just shook his head. “I’m about to kick you out of that chair.”

It didn’t surprise him that Jason would believe that, but he just shrugged. “Some people love easier than others. Wait." He reached for a notepad where he’d been scribbling notes from Slade’s files. “Do you need me to write this down? Are you going to forget? I’m serious.” Jason: “I’m already out of the chair,” he pointed out, shoving it toward Dick with his foot, “so it’s all yours.”

He immediately narrowed his eyes. “I’m not a moron. Yes, I can remember like four freaking sentences.” He couldn’t even imagine what an idiot he’d look like walking up to Roy holding a notecard like he had vows to recite. Dick: Dick let his feet fall off his chair to stop the other chair with it, his eyes narrowing, but then he nodded. "Okay." Tossing the notepad back on the table, he looked up at Jason briefly before casually turning back to the screen. "I can check in on Roy tomorrow, if you want." And Jason, too - not that he would say that. Jason: “He’s your friend. Do what you want.” Jason wasn’t going to ask him for that. It was bad enough that he’d felt the need to get advice from him in the first place and he certainly didn’t want to add a whole layer of mothering to it, but if Dick wanted to see about his own friend...it’s not like he could tell him not to, either.

Desperate to move on, he picked the first subject that seemed like some kind of transition. “Deathstroke’s in town?” He saw what Dick had been working on, but couldn’t remember any job popping up on the dark web or elsewhere recently that would bring a name like that into Star City. Dick: Dick already knew he would be checking on Roy (and Jason, in a less obvious way that he already had a good plan for), so he let it go, nodding as he selected a few subfiles. Everything was starting to look the same to him. He already knew this folder inside and out - but he kept thinking of the possibility of missing something, some tiny hint, and because he didn’t see it, someone’s life would be snuffed out.

“Yeah. Ran into him just outside of the SCPD. He has to be here for a contract, but I can’t find anything that might link him to any big organization. Not in recent years.” Tired, he sat back and rubbed his face. The exhaustion was getting to him because he felt it all of a sudden. His shoulders and head felt heavy. “So, if you hear anything…” Jason: “Maybe it’s personal,” he shrugged. Not that Jason had seen or heard from Rose in awhile either, but that meant absolutely nothing. They didn’t keep tabs on each other. She was around when she was around, and once in awhile they got in each other’s way or ended up finishing a job together, but it had been awhile since the last run in like that.”I’ll keep my ear to the ground. I think I run closer to his circle than you do.”

He was fine leaving it on that note. At least it didn’t feel completely like he’d just gone there for Dick to give him four multiple choice questions and tell him to hand the answers in to Roy. Dick: “What’s that supposed to mean?” It was a knee-jerk reaction that he would have caught, if Dick were rested and not still conscious because of Tim’s ridiculously strong coffee. He figured it out a second later and blinked, some of the tension leaving his body. “Oh. No, Rose isn’t here. I already checked. Sorry, this file has my brain all…” he made a gesture. “Scrambled. Thanks. Let me know, even if you think it isn’t important. I want to be the one to handle it.” That was what he told Bruce and he didn’t get any argument. Slade didn’t start out in Gotham. The way he saw it, Bruce didn’t have the right to make a move without him. Jason: Jason narrowed his eyes, but ultimately let that weird reaction go. Well, no. He didn’t let it go. He just didn’t comment on it. “Right. Rose isn’t here,” he agreed, running his tongue out between his lips. “I normally don’t say this to people, but maybe you should get some sleep or something.” Dick: Even if Dick tried to sleep, he knew this would be the only thing on his mind. He had to make at least some headway, or feel like he did, but he nodded anyway. It was true. "Yeah... I know. I'll head there in a little while. The coffee's wearing off. I have no idea how Tim devours this every day. These coffee beans must be illegal." Jason: “Because Tim is a monster,” Jason said without missing a beat, though there was no venom behind it. He’d long since made his peace with Tim. When he’d started the long, annoying process of rectifying some of that misplaced anger he’d carried around, that had been one of his first stops. He ran a hand along the back of his neck and stopped halfway to the exit. “See you, Dickie.” Dick: Dick just shook his head a little in response, making a face as he finished off the rest of the coffee. When Jason said his name he looked over his shoulder and nodded, smiling a little despite how clearly troubled he was with the file. “See you later. Don’t forget to let me know what you hear.”

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Thor Infinity Stone: None Villains: Laufey, The Frost Giants, Loki Loki kills Laufey and a good number of Frost Giants, the Frost Giants are dealt yet another terrible blow, Loki is presumed dead by us and the Asgardians, it is revealed in the post credits scene that he is alive.

 Puente Antiguo, New Mexico ”The last 17 occurrences have been predictable to the second.” Aurora catalog- New Mexico The Bifrost is not what she’s looking for. She’s looking for a subtle aurora. IR- Read Positive “Do me a favor and don’t be dead.” Does it take Thor 17days to get to Earth? Tonsberg, Norway 965 A.D. “Once mankind accepted a simple truth. That they were not alone in this universe.”

The frost giants invade. Using the space stone? Cause how else did they get to Earth? Yeah, for sure using the Tesseract. Odin takes it from them. “With the last great war ended, we withdrew from the other worlds, and returned home, to the realm eternal Asgard.” So its been mostly peace in the nine realms for a millennia Odin has turned into an isolationist in regards to Earth and possibly in regards to most of the nine realms. “A wise king never seeks out war, but he must always be ready for it.” Way to be subtle Odin “But both of you were born to be kings.” I friggen love Frigga. “Thor Odinson, my heir, my first-born. So long entrusted with the mighty hammer, Mjolnir. Forged in the heart of a dying star. It's power has no equal as a weapon to destroy, or as a tool to build. It is a fit companion for a King.” LIAR Sif is giving Loki the hairy eyeball God, Tom is so young in this movie. Oh no, that thing isn’t the Tesseract It’s some other glowing blue cube Odin calls it a Casket Thor’s hair is really bad in this movie Judge a little harder Loki Thor is a hot head and a punch first ask questions never kind of guy. Loki is a if I stab you here will it hurt or just make you dance. “This isn’t like a journey to Earth, where you summon a little lightning and thunder, and the mortals worship you as a god.” Had they not decided that the Asgardian’s are Gods yet? Thor’s a sweet talker Anger to blatant manipulation in 30 seconds flat Hey Heimdall “You’re not dressed warmly enough.” “Do you think that you can deceive me?” “Never has an enemy slipped my watch until this day. I wish to know how that happened.” So Loki can deceive him, somehow. Does no one in the city notice the Bifrost? Heimdall has a kinda weird voice in this. Very stiff. Haunted ice city “We shouldn’t be here.” Trust him. Hogun’s right. “You’ve come a long way to die Asgardian’s.” “The house of Odin is full of traitors” “Your father is a murderer and a thief. And why have you come here? To make peace? You long for battle. You crave it! You're nothing but a boy, trying to prove himself a man. “ Laufey, the only bitch in this movie who knows what’s really up. Laufey actually looks sad when he says “You know not what your actions will unleash. I do.” “Run back home little prince’s.” “Damn.” Is that the moment we all decided to love Loki forever no matter what? I like how he fights with Mjolnir And I especially like that Sif has a battle ponytail Or is it the look of panic on his face when his skin turns blue? I’ll never be over shots of Mjolnir  plowing through lines of people Good doggo Loki and Sif and the Warriors Three run while Thor shoots rocks and finally summons lightning And Fandral laughs while Volstagg carries his injured ass I fucking love Fandral Thor the God of not getting alien monster goo on him Odin sure knows how to make an entrance Was Thor only going to be acting King so Odin could sleep? “We are beyond diplomacy now, Allfather. Hell get what he came for war and death.” Heimdall looks cowed ”That’s pride and vanity talking.” “You are a vain, greedy, cruel boy.” “And you are an old man and a fool!” “Thor Odinson... You have betrayed the express command of your King. Through your arrogance and stupidity, you've opened these peaceful Realms, and innocent lives to the horror and desolation of war! You are... unworthy of these Realms! unworthy of your title! You're unworthy... of the loved ones, you have betrayed. I now take from you, your power! In the name of my father! And his father before! I, Odin Allfather, cast you out! Whosoever holds of this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor.” Was the idea that the lightning powers came from his circles on his armor? Loki schools his features so well The bleach job on his beard and eyebrows is not good Jane being more concerned about the fractals than the man she hit with her car. I just love that tiny science nerd County Hospital So vague “I grazed him, but she tasered him.” “Yes I did.” Is the idea that Odin made him magically human? Oh the hammer crater Puente Antiguo City Limit Pop 2,175 Elev 6,056 Its maybe six square blocks Darcy is a polisci major and the only applicant Erik hasn’t been around long enough to know that Jane is just so smart and has no doubts and I love her. Yeah, Thor’s for sure human. He cant break the restraints But he can weasel out of them She only cares about finding him so she can ask him about being inside the Bifrost This is the most realistically American thing to happen in these movies A bunch of people getting drunk and bar-b-queuing by an alien artifact Donald Blake M.D. is her ex Darcy trying to get Erik to give her a nod about Thor’s abs Loki tells the group that he told the guard to tell Odin in hopes of stopping them from getting to Jotunheim “I love Thor more dearly than any of you, but you know what he is. Hes arrogant, he’s reckless, he’s dangerous!” “He may speak of the good of Asgard but he’s always been jealous of Thor.” Hogun is the only smart one. He knows that Loki as a master of magic could have smuggle the Jotuns in Loki holds the casket and is revealed to be a Jotun “Am I cursed.” “No.” “What am I?” “You’re my son.” “What more than that?” He found Loki in the temple on Jotunheim after the battle He was abandoned for being small “No! You took me for a purpose. What was it? TELL ME!” This is the moment we decided to love him for ever And Loki immediately jumps to the wrong conclusions, but he still calls for the guards “Another!” “I meant no disrespect.” “Alright. Well, no more smashing, deal?” “You have my word.” The rednecks think the hammer is a satellite 50 miles west of here “Myuh myuh? What’s myuh myuh?” Erik is reasonably concerned about Thor’s sanity and doesn’t want Jane to be alone with him And he kisses her hand goodbye and she cannot deal And the feds are taking her research Erik again tries to stop her “We need to appropriate your records, and all your atmospheric data.” “I'm sorry, Ms. Foster. But were the good guys.” You’re only half right about that Coulson Erik tells her about his scientist friend, a pioneer in gamma radiation who disappeared after SHIELD showed up. But he also offers to e-mail a colleague who has had some dealings with SHIELD. So was he friends with Bruce or Dr. Stern? Someone else? Loki leaning on that thrown like a gangster Cause he’s the acting king of Asgard “My friends.” Loki is totally that kid who is best friends with his brother and doesn’t actually have any friends of his own. Sif wants to fuck him up “I need a horse!” Jane decides to do something reckless. Thor is so fucking in awe of her “You think me strange.” “More like a rainbow bridge.” Frigga is so very worried about Odin She’s afraid that this sleep is different since they weren’t prepared “So why did he lie?” “He kept the truth from you, so that you would never feel different. You are our son, Loki. And we your family. We mustn't lose hope that your father will return to us. And your brother.” “What hope is there for Thor?” “There's always a purpose to everything your father does.” A storm is brewing over the crash site And Thor gives her his coat in preparation for it “No. I’m going to fly out.” My theory is Mjolnir and Thor nearing each other caused the storm Thor’s smart enough to knock a guard out and steal his poncho to sneak around. And Jane’s smart enough to call Erik and tell him she did what she did “We need eyes up high with a gun.” And Clint disobeys orders Sitwell and Coulson Hey Clint “You want me to slow him down sir. Or are you sending in more guys for him to beat up?” “I’ll let you know.” “You better call it, Coulson. Cause I’m starting to root for this guy. Last chance sir.” This is the scene where I dedicated myself to this particular Clint Barton and as it turns out this movie is about equal with his screen time in the next three movies he’s in. This scene goes from fun and funny to heartbreaking I never noticed the tri symbol fading out again as he stared at it Heimdall watches his friend suffer and we see only his eye and yet he looks so sad. Cause Idris Elba is a master “A primitive culture like the vikings might have worshiped them as deities.” “That’s hurtful.” Coulson, please! God, his eyebrows. So bad. Why is Loki’s illusion wearing Earth clothes? “Father is dead.” “What?” “Your banishment. The threat of a new war. It was too much for him to bear. You mustn't blame yourself. I know that you loved him. I tried to tell him so, but he wouldn't listen. So cruel to put the hammer within your reach, knowing that you could never lift it. The burden of the throne has fallen to me now.” “Can I come home?” broken boy is broken And then he apologizes. Because he’s still a sweet boy under it all Oh. Loki’s really on Earth. He tries to pick up the hammer. That’s why the Earth clothes. Erik tells all the lies. “Steroids! he’s a bit of a fitness nut.” Jane and Darcy did not do a good job of faking that id. Cause SHIELD figures it out in seconds. And yet lets them take him anyway. And Thor steals Jane’s notebook cause he’s smart “Dr. Selvig, just keep him away from the bars.” “I will.” “Where are we going.” “To get a drink.” It’s a good gag Erik and Jane’s father taught at university together So he gives Thor the shovel talk and tells him to leave town And then orders two boilermakers And not to be outdone they both end up sculling them Loki returns to Jotunheim And his father is far too willing to kill him. Does Laufey know? Loki just wanted to ruin Thor’s coronation and keep him from being king for a little longer But he wants the Frost Giants to kill Odin for him Heimdall couldn’t see nor hear Loki on Jotunheim “You have great power, Heimdall. Did Odin ever fear you?” “No.” “And why is that?” “Because he is my King. And I'm sworn to obey him.” “He was your King. And you are sworn to obey me now. Yes?” “Yes.” “We drank, we fought, he made his ancestors proud.” “I still don’t think you’re the god of thunder, but you ought to be.” Jane’s panicking and sticking a dirty cereal bowl in a cabinet “I’ve been far less grateful than you deserve.” He’s learning humility And he apologizes for not getting all of her promised data back And she’s more worried about her research never seeing the light of day He’s so proud to be able to share the World’s Tree And him mispronouncing Hubble is what clenched our love for him And probably her’s to They do that thing where you talk all night and fall in love with someone “The hell with treason it’s suicide!” Listen to Fandral. “You would defy the commands of Loki, our King, Break every oath you have taken as warriors, and commit treason to bring Thor back?” “Yes.” “Good!” “So you'll help us?” “I am bound by honor to our King. I cannot open the bridge to you.” I fucking love him He will commit treason in a second for the good of Asgard Him and Nakia would get along 15 miles due northwest That’s where the four land Thor and Jane cooking breakfast is the fucking best! He’s so soft And SHIELD is spying on Jane in the gas station “Be sure my brother does not return. Destroy everything.” The whole town and even the SHIELD agents being weirded out by the four of them It’s a good gag “You think the Bifrost is the only way in and out of this realm? There are secret paths between the worlds, to which even you with all your gifts are blind. But I have need of them no longer, now that I am king. And I say, for your act of treason, you are relieved of your duties as Gatekeeper. And no longer citizen of Asgard.” “Then I need no longer obey you.” And Heimdal is willing to assassinate his king right there. No hesitation. The Bifrost looks like a tornado funnel from a distance Thor wants Jane to evacuate. She refuses. If he’s staying to evacuate people so is she. Lady Sif and the Warriors Three are not so good at the fighting He’s willing to die a human death to get his friends and the humans out “You must return to Asgard. You have to stop Loki.” “What about you?” “Do not worry my friends. I have a plan.” It’s a shitty plan Thor! “Brother, whatever I have done to wrong you, whatever I have done to lead you to do this, I am truly sorry. But these people are innocent. Taking their lives will gain you nothing. So take mine... and end this.” Good speech, bro And Thor gets smacked across town. So of course his lady love runs to him. And he dies in her arms. And like beauty and the beast her tears and Odin’s revive him Cause Odin is still aware from the Odin sleep The hammer can break the sound barrier And Erik is the only one smart enough to drag her away before the hammer gets there The Asgardian’s look so fucking pleased Erik can’t even And look at that storm “So is this how you normally look.” “More or less.” “It’s a good look.” “S’cuse me. Donald, I don’t think you’ve been completely honest with me.” “Know this, son of Coul. You and I, we fight for the same cause, the protection of this world. From this day forward you can count me as your ally, if, you return the items you have taken from Jane.” “Stolen!” “Borrowed. Of course you can have your equipment back. You're gonna need it to continue your research.” I had completely forgotten about the frost giant invasion Also Heimdall cracking the ice through sheer force of will is fantastic “But I give you my word I will return for you. Deal?” And he kisses her had And she kisses his face Cause screw being a gentleman right now Frigga is not afraid to throw down with some frost giants Laufey holds Odin’s eye open “It's said, you can still hear and see what transpires around you. I hope it's true. So that you may know, your death came at the hand of Laufey.” And Loki kills Laufey in a double cross to secure his station and allow for an invasion of the other realms. Cause the realms in chaos secures his thrown “Now if you’ll excuse me I have to destroy Jotunheim.” And he shoots Thor so hard he flies through the wall and out of the building Loki wants no proof of his heritage left. He’ll commit genocide to prove he isn’t a monster. To prove to his father that he is a worthy son. “I never wanted the throne I only ever wanted to be your equal.” “Is it madness. Is it? Is it!” Oh man he’s gone full Hamlet while Thor was going full Romeo This is a good looking fight Loki’s first use of an illusion to trick Thor into getting stabbed If Thor dies closing the Bifrost Loki is never getting up Don’t goad the God Loki “Hear me brother there’s noting you can do!” So he summons the hammer and destroys the bridge “It is the only way.” Odin opens his eyes “If you destroy the bridge you’ll never see her again!” “Forgive me Jane.” “I could have done it father. I could have done it. For you. For all of us.” “No Loki!” And he lets go of the staff and falls off Asgard and into a black hole or a portal or maybe just what was left of the Bifrost On Earth Jane accepts that Thor’s gone Frigga has so few moments in this movie and I feel robbed “My Queen, I’m sorry for your loss.” “How is he?” “He mourns for his brother. And he misses her. The mortal.” “You’ll be a wise king.” “There will never be a wiser king than you. Or a better father. I have much to learn. I know that now. But some day, perhaps, I shall make you proud.” Odin looks sad Cause he knows that’s a fucking lie Is that the first time he’s told Thor he proud? Heimdall just hanging out on the end of that broken bridge Like a sad asshole “So, earth is lost to us?” “No. There is always hope.” “Can you see her?” “Yes.” “How is she?” “She searches for you.” Here endeth the movie This song is a weird fucking choice. Is this the Goo Goo Dolls? Nope it’s the Foo Fighters. Thor Will Return in The Avengers Erik is wandering a basement at Shield. And Fury’s there. “Doctor Selvig?” “So, you're the man behind all this? It's quite a labyrinth. I was thinking, they're taking me down here to kill me.” “I've been hearing about the New Mexico situation. Your work has impressed a lot of people who are much smarter than I am.” “I have a lot to work with. The Forster theory, a gate to another dimension. It's unprecedented. Isn't it?” And Fury shows him the Tesseract “Legend tells us one thing, history another. But every now and then, we find something that belongs to both.” “What is it?” “Power, doctor. If we can figure out how to tap it, maybe unlimited power.” And we see in a reflection Loki standing next to Erik “Well I guess that’s worth a look.” “Well I guess that’s worth a look.”

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