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Fic: Escape (oh god, not this song)
“I think for this task,” Loki said, looking over their planning boards, “we’re going to need a Thor variant.”
Mobius, coffee in hand, glanced over the same materials. He was doubtful. “But who’s going to help us?” He took a pointed sip. “You aren’t exactly the most,” he paused, glancing over his paper cup, “trustworthy.”
“True.” Loki wasn’t foolish enough to deny it, “but according to this device,” referring to the Tempad, “we may have a possibility here.” He showed Mobius the coordinates.
The other man shrugged, surprisingly cool and collected in the face of existential uncertainty. “Sure, worth a shot.”
Once ready, they teleported to the coordinate points, and were surprised to find themselves on a spaceship. There was no Thor, but a motley crew of aliens and one Midgardian woman all lounging about.
The Midgardian woman, a brunette with wavy hair in her late thirties, glanced up from the comic she was reading upon sensing their arrival. Loki was surprised at how unperturbed she seemed at their sudden appearance.
“What do you think?” the Midgardian asked her compatriot, a creature that looked like a raccoon. “Asgardian?”
“Yeah,” the raccoon said, wrinkling her nose. She was clad in a jumpsuit, with tiny fingerless gloves gracing her hands. “He’s got that hoity-toity look most of ‘em got.”
“Sorry,” the MIdgardian said with a grin, “we’ve got a one Asgardian at a time policy on the ship. Afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“I can throw him out the airlock,” a blue man with cybernetic implants and a husky voice suggested.
Another male alien with antennae and big dark eyes clapped his hands in glee. “Can I do it?”
“What about me?” Mobius asked. “I’m not Asgardian.”
“Where are you from?” the Midgardian woman asked.
“Earth.” Then Mobius added: “Hoboken.”
The Midgardian woman grimaced. “Jersey? Yeah, he might need to go out the airlock too.”
“Hey!”
“Hold it!” Loki held out his hands in silent command. “I am here to see Thor. I request an audience.”
“‘I request an audience,’” the raccoon mocked him.
“Rocket,” the Midgardian admonished her friend before turning her attention back to Loki. “What do you want with Thora?”
Thora? Interesting. “I am Thor’s brother,” Loki explained.
The aliens all looked at each other, seemingly coming to the same conclusion: they didn’t believe him.
“Funny, Quill,” Rocket said, addressing the Midgardian, “I don’t remember Thora mentioning a brother, outside of the God of Death one.”
Quill, the Midgardian, regarded Loki. “You the God of Death?” The smirk on her face almost made it seem like she wanted it to be the case, that she was itching for a fight.
“No,” Loki explained, “I’m the God of Mischief. I’m—” He decided to lay it all out of the table lest this crew make good on their airlock threat. “I’m from another timeline.”
The grin slipped from Quill’s face to be replaced with a grim resignation. “Oh god, one of these.”
The alien with the antenna placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. He soothed her by suggesting, “We can still shoot him out of the airlock.”
“Nah,” Quill took to her feet and rolled her shoulders, “I’ll take them to Thora. Can someone tell Draxa to be on standby?”
The antennaed alien stood as well. “I’ll wake her from her nap.”
The blue one glared as Loki and Mobius moved past as if daring them to step out of line.
Quill waved for the Time Agents to follow her. “Thora’s holed up in her room,” she explained.
Mobius quickly looked up some information on the Tempad as they walked. “Apparently these are the Guardians of the Galaxy in this timeline,” Mobius whispered. He scrolled over some pictures, giving Loki names to faces: Rocket the raccoon, Nebula the blue one, Mantis the one with the antenna, Draxa a hulking Kylosian woman, Groot the Flora Colossus and the Midgardian, one “Star-Lord” Brandy Quill.
Quill paused in front of a metal door, knocking with a modest tap. “Hey, I’ve got some weirdo claiming to be your brother out here,” she said.
A muffled feminine voice came from the other side of the door. “My what?”
“I’ll let you guys talk.” Quill pointed at Loki and Mobius in turn, her voice low and threatening. “You make her cry and I’m throwing you out the airlock.”
“What is with you and the airlock?” Mobius asked.
“Piss me off and find out,” Quill said with false cheeriness. She walked off shouting to her crew, “Put on some music, we’ll give them privacy.”
A second later, a breezy guitar number started over the loudspeakers.
I was tired of my lady
We’d been together too long
Mobius looked horrified. “Did she, did she just Pina Colada us?”
The door to the cabin opened, revealing a giant of a blonde woman in a fluffy bathrobe. Buff and with long flowing locks, she was a goddess in early retirement. She stared out at Loki and Mobius with anticipation and then disappointed confusion. “Oh, who are you two?” she asked.
“I am Loki,” Loki explained, “and I presume you are Thor?”
“Loki?” Thora, Goddess of Thunder, frowned. “Prove it, do something Loki-ish.”
He should have anticipated the request, especially since several variants of Loki were dead, the one in this universe might be gone as well. He thought it over for a second and then shapeshifted, becoming a feminine version of himself with long black hair.
To his surprise, Thora immediately enveloped him in a hug. She was taller than him, her head rested easily on his shoulder. “It is you,” she said. She sounded so desperately sad that Loki felt his own heart twinge.
“I assume I’m gone here?” Loki asked, afraid of the answer.
“Yes,” Thora said, obviously reluctant to pull away. “Thanos killed you, I couldn’t stop her.”
Loki swallowed down his discomfort. It seemed that certain things were the same. “I notice your friend,” he said, trying to change the subject, “is very protective.”
“Oh, Quill?” Thora disentangled herself, wiping at her eyes. “She’s been kind, letting me join the Guardians. She’s given me a home and a purpose.” Then, as if she couldn’t stop herself, “She lets me make out with her when she’s sad.”
Mobius’s eyebrow arched all the way up to his hairline.
Thora, horrified at what she just said, grasped Loki’s shoulders and shook him. “Do not tell her I said that. She might not allow it again.”
Loki’s head wobbled back and forth, Thora’s strength was more than comparable to the Thor he knew. “Are you serious?” Loki asked, somewhat disgusted. He remembered the great beauties his brother had pursued. This Quill was perhaps cute but worth this much energy? Ugh, what was with Thors and Midgardians?
“Her lover had been killed by Thanos and then a version from an earlier timeline came back but he doesn’t remember her,” Thora said, explaining too quickly. “When she gets sad about it I comfort her and–” She made a gesture that Loki simply could not interpret.
Variation or not, Loki was not going to sugarcoat his feelings on the matter. “That is incredibly pathetic.”
The expression on Thora’s face shifted, becoming less open and friendly. “What do you want, brother? You did not come here to discuss my love life.”
“We’ve got a big mission,” Mobius said, uncertain how useful this version of Thor would be, “the life threatening kind but you seem to be busy–”
That changed Thora’s attitude instantly. She perked up, like the promise of battle was a lifeblood. “Let me get dressed.”
Although their purpose was recruitment, Mobius was still confused. “I just said this is life threatening.”
Thora went back into her room and tossed off her robe, grabbing her clothes and armor with no regard for modesty. “How life threatening? Can I get injured a little?” She was pleased as punch. “I can have Quill play nursemaid, it would drive her crazy.”
Loki and Mobius shared a look. “As long as she’s strong,” Loki said, under his breath, “I can overlook her–” He tried to think of how to put it. “Everything else.”
Thora slammed the door behind her, dressed for battle. “Come,” she said with great enthusiasm, brandishing a mighty axe, “to glory!”
If you like makin' love at midnight
In the dunes on the cape
Then I'm the love that you've looked for
Write to me and escape
#thorquill#this is incredible#feeding the starved thorquill fans i commend you so#its so incredibly funny and also pathetic that thora is willingly playing rebound with quill
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You’re the most recognised and internationally praised superhero, but you don’t fight any crime. Instead, you use your powers over stone and metal to repair the damage caused by the catastrophic fights other heroes get into.
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ok well i just finished chapter 65 goodnight guys anyways this is the best panel of the entire comic so far
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My mom was sick while we were taking a bus, and one woman started shaming her for being sick. Me and another lady took the woman and threw her out of the bus.
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“magic isnt real” — plants just grow out of the ground. for free. everywhere.
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I've gotta say that there is no better achievement as a neurodivergent person than hyperfixating on a character for so long that you are known as "the 'insert character name here' person"
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you can't spell asexual aromantic without sonic
asexual aromantic. woah, it's true
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nothing will change your perspective on a character like someone who is batshit obsessed with them
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the tears on my face havent dried yet it was horrific
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SO THE STORY LEAD OF LUCA AND THE DIRECTOR OF CIAO ALBERTO POSTED THESE
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Reblog for good luck if you saw purple!!!
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2024 resolution is to finally draw some nudity, so here's a lil sneak peek for what's to come. May or may not involve Cecil
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