text, @TARANTO, day after the saloon fire

[heavyhitter]

hey guys guess what: blankets!!! me and TF to the fucking rescue, we rustled up like 40 of these bad boys
super cozy, some nice patterns. one of them has a robot wolf on it
it was also all entirely legal

they're ALMOST free, all you gotta do is tell me a story then come get one (i'm by those spiky ass fat plants that bleed if you knock them over)

also since i have 40 and there's more than 40 of us, i guess also pick someone to get cozy with

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[selfimage]

[ OKAY FINE, A CHALLENGE, NOW HE HAS TO DELIVER. ]

Yes, it did get out, eventually.
A troll (a real troll, not those who so readily accept the title on the internet) named Ulik wanted to destroy Asgard or find glory or some nonsense, and unleashed the abomination on the then Nine Realms.
My brother was there in two shakes of a goat's tale, of course, along with his enchanted hammer. The Warriors Three came along for the ride, weapons a blazing. Mangog, with the strength of a billion, billion, billion beings behind it, tore loose. Thor battled the beast, each blow of his fist, the arms that rattled galaxies from their core, did nothing to shake him. Not even burying him beneath the pit of a volcano.
He was in great need of more battle hands, but anticipating this, mangog sealed the Warriors Three inside a stone prison, condemning them to only listen to the battle rather than fight it. It's a poor thing for an Asgardian, you see.
Thus, Thor was in trouble. Being the god of thunder and protector of Asgard can be rough at times.
No mercy was shown as mangog beat him, tossing him through mountains across the expanse of the realm itself, and acquainted him to what it must feel like to fail.
It was then that mangog voiced his intent, he meant to make a pathway to the Odinsword. Unsealing it meant to be the end of all ends, the apocalypse of the Nine Realms.

[heavyhitter]

oh, shit
when you guys do fisticuffs you do it for high stakes
so i'm gonna assume no apocalypse, right, how'd he pull it off?

[selfimage]

You'd be surprised how many seem to cause unwanted end-of-world situations.
But this time, no, it didn't happen.
Odin woke from his nap and stopped the carnage abruptly just as the mangog reached for the Odinsword.
A little anticlimactic if you ask me.

[heavyhitter]

whaaaat
what a fucking let down

but it was good up until then, not your fault odin fucking ruined it
the disco blanket is yours

[selfimage]

[ oh, how he wish Odin was here to hear those words. he's found new affection for his father, but that doesn't mean that there's no ring of truth to it. ]

Harsh!
but true.

I'll come claim my prize.