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Barasingha by Kris Kuksi
top 10 paintings/drawings
for Maddy.
And well I wouldn’t really call it a top 10 but it’s 10 paintings/drawings I really like so yeah here you go bro
Catacombs of Saint Sebastian
7ns:
And I’m so sorry that I’ve fallen, help me up, lets keep on running.
This is like, 5 seconds long, but it’s about 2 am and the music is so pretty I had to do something. Sorry Ina. Also, Thor can just settle for modern speech ‘cause I don’t sdklfksdfsd. Sorry guys.
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Everything hurt.
Loki’s mind screamed for him, voice shattered after the monster lumbering over him caught him by the leg and bent it like a twig. In the wrong direction.
With air difficult to come by, his throat thick with tears and blood from his own tongue when he bit it, black started to pool in his vision, offset by bright twinkling bursts.
He choked on the ground, coughing, and barely hearing the screams of battle erupting around him.
Had he been successful? Had the ritual worked? The clever little godling of Mischief had powerful magics at his disposal and items that’d amplified them - items that were now burnt and shattered around him from the final spell he had cast. Had they been enough, though?
His arm hurt, shattered when the stave he’d been holding blew up in his face. The agony had been the reason the monster caught him in the first place, stunned and unable to immediately return to the All-Mothers as he’d been directed to do.
Would he die, then? Trampled under the feet of these monstrous minions with the rest of Asgard?
Leaving nothing but ash and lost hope for the rest of the Realms.
His small body stills as he does his best to calm himself. The Trickster does not cry, but briefly. A giant clawed hand was raised and he lifted his head to meet the creature’s eyes - he would not die with his face in the dirt like common vermin.
And he watched as that fist was brought down. And caught by a slightly smaller, but far stronger one. The monster howled as its hand was crushed in a vice grip and then lifted, spun almost comically and thrown into the midst of blood-thirsty Æsir.
It barely had the chance to scream a death song.
Loki felt himself starting to shake again. Was he so overcome with pain that he was hallucinating?
…Had he died?
The god before him was glowing - too bright, too much, it hurt to turn his gaze upon him. Loki could not bare to look at him anyways, lest he disappear into nothing the moment the young one blinked.
“Loki.”
That voice. Loki’s heart clenched in his chest, forced it’s way up his esophagus to lodge of the back of his throat. Had success truly been his?
The glowing was fading now and a slight raise of Loki’s eyes revealed plated boots standing before him. Moving, lowering down, down to a knee that made an audible clink as its weight pressed against the stone under him.
A solid, real hand settled on his back and then moved, careful - gentle - wrapping around his waist and rolling him over, mindful of his limp arm the entire time. What Loki’s back hit was not blackened dirt, but smooth metal. Eased into the crook of Thor’s arm and then carefully scooped under his legs.
Loki bit back the cry that tried to escape his mouth, a stumbling sort of whimper slipping out from behind pale lips instead.
“Th-Thor…?”
His tears flowed freely, fully, and he didn’t even think to try to stop them. He had been successful. He proved everyone wrong. He proved…He proved that HE was willing to risk everything. All for his brother. All for Thor.
All for the smile being cast upon him and him alone.
“I…I did it, Thor, you’re back, you’re—”
And he coughed, swallowing down tears and snot and remnants of blood. A small shush came from his elder brother, soothing his soul even if pain still wracked his body.
“Yes, Loki, you did. I heard your call and followed your pull here. Thank you, truly, brother. No doubt whatever means you had concocted had been opposed by many…but still you succeeded. I’m proud of you, Loki.”
And Loki smiled. Though weak from pain and exhaustion hitting him hard, he was happy. Thor was happy with him. Thor was proud of him.
“Now rest. Asgard must be saved…and fear not.”
And Loki’s eyes closed, Thor’s profile burned into his mind as the Thunder God faced the battlefield before them.
“I will keep you safe.”
Reblogging for Jen darling ‘cause Tumblr is being a snotfacebutt. Don’t mind me. :3
A handful of innocent words jumbled together into pure tears. KAE. KLEENEX. CRYING IN MY HEART.
I give up.
what. what. what.
ghostly and occult and holy hell I’m envious of your deft touch with tones. and so polished too. the raven is alive and looking at me. and you always draw the most beautiful eyes. his eyebrows. ;A;
7ns:
And their battle will go a little something like this…
“How about I clean you up tonight. You wear the black and maybe I’ll teach you a thing or two, Odinson.”
“Hah, and let you take the glory all for yourself? Forget it Laufeyson.”
“Are you ready? Well, let’s find out, shall we?”
They battle fiercely, calm and melody versus brash and bold! Loki quickly realizes he has met his match, but not so much that he is deafeated, rather, completed. In mutual respect, they finally lay down some sick beats.
Final round! Double combo! And the crowd goes wild!
Separate, they are their own masters, but together, they are in their own league!
…I am crazy about everything that is happening here.
7ns:
Look at you. The Mighty Thor….with all your strength. What good does it do you now? Do you hear me brother? There’s nothing you can do.
It’s rather bittersweet that Loki mocks Thor’s strength just before he finds himself on the other end of the spectrum. Indeed, what good does it do you now, Thor.
This is really beautiful. The break right at their joined hands- *so many sighs*
