My brother’s blood boils in my arms
It balls my fingers into fists
It bubbles blisters burns my palms
It floods with fury, fights, and fits
For I am lord of the winds…and the storm! Thunder and lightning are my hunting dogs…the rain is my whip…and when I must, I ride a great and terrible steed…the earthquake! Nothing mortal can stand before it.
"Lightning is but a flicker of light, punctuated on all sides by darkness."
Thor’s hands appreciation post
I had her trust
that there are people in this world who believe that thor wasn’t as emotional as loki about frigga’s death is absolutely mind-boggling. thor is someone who is known to react to personal trauma with rage, and that is exactly what he does; but the last vestiges of his emotional power go out the window the moment he throws that hammer —the moment he misses, the moment he fails—, and all that remains is an emptiness.
people have observed that thor “just stood there” while odin held frigga and cried, while loki had a breakdown, yet all of them seem to fail to understand that trauma is exactly that: standing there silently, paralyzed, helpless, watching your world fall apart and being unable to stop it.
thor’s inaction isn’t indifference. it is the highest form of trauma.
“It’s a commonly expressed and rather nice, romantic notion that we are all “sisters” and “brothers.” Let’s be real. Fact is, we might be better served to accept that we are all siblings. Siblings fight, pull each other’s hair, steal stuff, and accuse each other indiscriminately. But siblings also know the undeniable fact that they are the same blood, share the same origins, and are family. Even when they hate each other. And that tends to put all things in perspective.”
Look at you. The mighty Thor! With all your strength! And what good does it do you now? Do you hear me, brother? (Thor; 2011)