This is a Supernatural fan blog with the occasional other fannish post thrown into the mix. Jeremy Carver, Phil Sgriccia, Jerry Wanek and Serge Ladouceur are my heroes, whereas S12 is my personal nightmare from which I'm still hoping to wake up. I'm a multi-shipper and feminist, currently trying hard not to turn into a bitter Dean!girl.
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.
—Tom Hiddleston
do you understand that we will never be the same again, 2.5k, vague handwavy post-thanos au with tragic siblings (v. thor&loki) inspired by this post, suitcases full of trauma, don’t look at me I just live here
Thor practically clung to him.
Loki could not blame him - nor, in honesty, could he resent it. No small part of him was grateful: it let him, disjointed and fractured as he was, to steady himself against Thor, no matter how unsteady Thor himself might be.
Being alive was not the same as never having died, and he remembered far more of the latter than he would like. Not that that was something he discussed with Thor, or that Thor asked about, though sometimes with the way Thor looked at him Loki though he wondered.
But all of…that…was something better kept locked away, hidden, unthought as much as possible. And if sometimes he felt it there, closing on him like a hand tightening around his neck…
All he needed to do was find a quiet place where he could put his head against his knees and fight his own lungs until his breathing steadied.
