the stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
for nothing now can ever come to any good.
it's a
doodlingbreaktime:
#THIS BROTHER #I DON’T LIKE IT #ANOTHER
NONO BAD THOR! DONT MAKE ME HIT YOU WITH A STICK!!! OR MY SCEPTER WHEN ITS FINISHED!!
Could someone write a fic where this actually happens? hehe hey, two Loki’s… I wouldn’t complain…