Thomas didn’t want to let him go now he was in his arms and he could hold him protectively. This was against his morals but he was torn. To leave and never see Jor again or stay with something he was afraid of. “Jesus…so you’re a snake? No wonder you’re so good with your…
Thomas fell back against the bed with a sigh, hands finding Jor’s and squeezing it. “I’m sorry, that was harsh and I know he’s your brother. Salem is my brother too. I’m very protective of him because he’s…he’s so fragile and he’s naiive too. Sid seems like he loves him, so as long as he protects him then I would never lay a hand on him” Thomas rolled on his side so he could look up at Jor with a weak smile.
"I’m so confused right now. I don’t want to go, so I’m not. But it’s against what I have always believed." Thomas sat back up and curled his arms around the blonde, nuzzling his neck. "So Sid’s Loki’s horse-kid?" He wrinkled his nose with a soft giggle. It was an interesting thought, one he found much amusement in. "I’m sorry…" he whispered in his ear and kissed it. Any doubts he had about Jor’s incentives washed away with his sigh.
Captain Hook + his ridiculously flexible leather clad legs
what the uFUCK is this gif who the shit wears pants like that i am going to die and my headstone will read “his pants were too fucking tight” (via captainhooker)
Although the river was beautiful, it lacked the soft intimacy of the wee burn which joined it. Algy was fascinated by the clear, shallow water sparkling over its dark bed of stones and peat, and by all the green ferns and mosses which thrived in the damp environment. There were so many tiny details to study; every part of the burn and its banks seemed alive and busy.
Listen to the sounds of the burn, with the river in the background, just as Algy heard them …
Jor gasped as he was pulled back down, a bit shocked, but he went with it. Laying his head on Thomas’ shoulder he let out a little laugh, “The most literal way I can tell you is ‘Sid’ is actually an eight legged horse named Sleipnir. As for me, I am a giant serpent,” Well if that news didn’t startle Thomas he didn’t know what would, “We inherited shape shifting from our father, Loki.”
At the second question he paused and slowly lifted his head, worried, “Threats? Yes, I suppose we are, I have more of a choice then my brother,” The blonde coiled up almost protectively, drawing his knees to his chest and resting his head on top of them, “I lose my temper at times and have done things that were… cruel. My brother however, took a different turn over the years. The man you met, he is the sweetest thing in the world, but… he has what you all would call a split personality? The other side, ‘the Trickster’, he is the one to worry about.”
Thomas didn’t want to let him go now he was in his arms and he could hold him protectively. This was against his morals but he was torn. To leave and never see Jor again or stay with something he was afraid of. “Jesus…so you’re a snake? No wonder you’re so good with your mouth,” Thomas murmured quietly against the blonde’s hair. “Whoa, Loki?! That guy who ad sex with a horse!?”
A pang of protectiveness swelled inside Thomas as Jor mentioned they were dangerous and what would happen once they reached that stage. Anger…Thomas could deal with that, he’d do what he could to keep Jor calm. But…a split personality? That put Salem in danger. “…He could kill my brother, couldn’t he? Oh my god…” His arms wound tighter around Jor and he pulled away to look into his eyes. “I tried keeping Salem away from this stuff so he wouldn’t get in danger…” Sighing, Thomas covered his face. He had obviously made his decision when he held on to Jor. But at any sign of danger, he’s gone. “If he hurts my brother…Jor I can’t ignore that if he ever lays a finger on his head and hurts my little brother, there won’t be any mercy.”
"There's nowhere we can hide."
"Then let’s run. You and I. Because I’d rather be on the run with you more than life itself."