I was planning on having a healthy dinner tonight, but as I was driving home I passed the pizza truck. It’s this pretty nifty mobile pizza kitchen that someone converted from an old firetruck and he sells pizza out the back and it is delicious, but there’s a television bolted to the side of it so people can watch movies and such while waiting in line. As I drove past I noticed that the tv was playing The Avengers, and it was on the part right after the Chitauri arrive and Loki is watching all the chaos from Stark tower, looking all majestic and lovely with his helmet, and long story short I’m having pizza for dinner.
Don’t judge me.
“I-Im the monster who parents tell their children about at night?
You know it all makes sense now why you favord Thor all these years,
because no matter how much you claim to love me!You could never have
a Frost Giant sitting on the throne of Asgard!”
And chaos shall rule: scheherazodd: That question, given so casually and bereft of emotion,…
She is silent for some time, distracted by imaginings of a sparkling world where none can walk and underwater forests bereft of light. She would be quite content to be left with…
“I have dwelt here all my life and developed an understanding of this world while at the same time becoming cloyed of it; you are an outsider looking on Midgard with fresh eyes free of bias or experience. It is only to be expected that our judgments would differ.” Her tone in delivering this retort is blithe and unruffled, her smile serene to the point where it might be irritating.
Her true feeling is a sort of grim amusement. She finds funny, in an unsettling sort of way, his claim that the only value he sees in her world is the potential plundering of its resources. He seems to have much more in common with human beings than he might care to guess.
“‘Magic that is not magic’…I like that. It’s a pretty phrase. Permit me, though, to disagree with it. The things we make, the machines we build, are no form of magic but instead a compensation for our lack thereof. Technology is a prosthesis built to replace a severed limb.”
Though she has become somewhat nervous and worried by the subject, curiosity presses her on, and she leans forward in interest. “Is Midgard truly the one world you know to have taken such steps? How very odd. I suppose Asgard’s stasis could be the result of the slow rate of age; here on Midgard we have quite the overabundance of new generations to be dissatisfied with the world and so attempt to build it anew. I would guess that an Asgardian such as yourself would see us like rodents; pathetic scurrying things that die so quickly and breed so incessantly that one is nigh indistinguishable from another.”
Tea & Thorazine || Loki/Nuada :: for ThisisSoap :: (by DragonofthePen)
Watching Deleted Scenes from 'Thor' with my Dad, part three
Dad: So what's up with the sparkly biodome?
Me: No idea. I thought it was like a decorative canopy for the bed.
Dad: Maybe it's like a night light.
Me: The Allfather does not sleep with a night light.
Dad: He does. It's a night light.
Later
Dad: Oh god Loki with the eyes.
Me: *sigh*
Dad: Please make him stop.
Me: Nothing would give me greater happiness, but alas, fictional people are beyond the reach of my comforting embrace.
Dad: You're just not trying hard enough! Put your back into it!
Later
Dad: *gasp* Loki's the king!
Me: You've seen the movie before, Dad, you knew he was going to take the throne.
Dad: But he's scared and he doesn't know what's happening! Maybe he didn't want to be king after all.
Me: He says as much at the end.
Dad: But he's a lying little bastard.
Me: I thought you liked him.
Dad: I do, but at the same time I can recognize that he is, in fact, a little bastard. I can know that someone's very flawed and still like them.
Me: And your mancrush on Tom Hiddleston factors in where?
Dad: He's just so pretty when he's a lying little bastard.
The End
Watching Deleted Scenes from 'Thor' with my Dad, part two
Dad: That bearded guy is really into food. I bet he eats his feelings. He eats to fill up the emptiness inside.
Me: No man with a beard of perfect ginger ringlets could ever feel empty inside, Father. What is this foolish talk.
Dad: He feels invalidated and overshadowed by his beautiful beard, Mad. He's under incredible pressure to live up to that beard, and that's why he constantly eats to deal with the stress.
Me: Headcanon accepted!
Dad: What does that mean?
Later
Thor: We're going to Jotunheim!
Sif: But it's forbidden!
Dad: THAT JUST MAKES IT HOTTER.
Later
Dad: Look how awkward Thor's friends are now that Loki's going! Thor's just dangling him in front of them like, "If you guys don't come with us then you're even wimpier than my wimpy baby brother because he's coming even though he's so wimpy."
Me: You have so many insights into this film.
Later
Me: They call this 'Disney Prince Loki'.
Dad: No shit! Look at his hair blowing in the wind! He's like Fabio, if Fabio was British and scrawny.
Me: He's not scrawny, he's slender.
Dad: *eyeroll*
Watching Deleted Scenes from 'Thor' with my Dad, part one
Dad: Why's he grabbing his junk like that.
Me: He's just got his hands folded, he isn't grabbing his junk. Remove your mind from the gutter.
Dad: You know, that outfit doesn't make any sense. Why's he got armor on the sides of his legs like that?
Me: To protect his tender haunches?
Dad: But, like, his crotch area is wide open. Defenseless! I bet Odin had his armor made like that on purpose just to be mean.
Me: You're right. Loki ought to have a codpiece or something.
Dad: A fancy one.
Me: A golden one!
Dad: Encrusted with jewels!
Me: And feathers!
Dad: And flowers!
Me: And jingly bells!
Dad: We should be the costume designers for these movies.
Thor & Loki: *have tender brotherly feelings*
Dad: Loki, you little bastard! You're lying right through your goddamn teeth! Right now you're probably thinking about those frost giants you let into the castle and you've got a raging mischief boner about all the trouble you're going to stir up!
Me: You seem to have taken a sudden keen interest in Loki's unmentionable region, Father.
Dad: It's his helmet, I think. It suggests.
