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BlindfoldsAm I the blind one? Do I not see what others do? Do I see a Thor different from the rest, one that’s not…him? To me he’s arrogant, impulsive, a giant oaf with more power than he knows what to do with, which has resulted in what? Not the King of Asgard I cannot see, more a war ravenous brat who craves the oh so desired glory of battle, of bloodshed and rotting, wasted death. The stink of a warrior that lusts to fight reeks from his very being and I myself am beginning to ask, ‘Is this what Asgard needs? Does a kingdom really need a King who would fly at different cultures, races, lives with a sharpened sword and a thundering hammer without a second thought of the situation?’Blindfolds by ~sukuangtou
Or maybe, more importantly, should I doubt my own brother, my flesh and kind?
Others do not and besides, he has done me no ill – Directly – so why am I? Why does this knot of dread, fear and restlessness curl within the pit of me like a poisonous viper that seems to be cons
Bottomless PitOne would expect that falling into an abyss would be a painful experience, however, physically, he felt numb. Maybe it was the fact that he had decided to fall, or the knowledge that now he might finally be free from the giant weight of disappointment which had been thrown at him most of his life.Bottomless Pit by ~sukuangtou
It could just be a simple case of there was no energy to create any type of temperature in the atmosphere around him; after all, it wasn’t like he was a warm animal that naturally generated heat. Or could this be the reason it didn’t hurt, because monsters felt no pain? He didn’t know, and to be frank, he didn’t care. Instead, he let his body fall limp, feeling himself tumble and spin forever downwards like a pathetic insect brushed from a table, an ant to be crushed with a simple step.
Wasn’t it what he deserved?
Not many people could say that their brother had tried to kill him, except he wasn’t dear old Thor’s brother now, was he? No, he was
WhimpersEchoing painfully against his already pounding head, odd sounds and voices dully kept him wearily awake, slimmers of words, conversations mildly catching his weak interest. Swept across his frail shivering body, he could feel the weight of a blanket, the material itching slightly against the bare skin of his arms, neck and legs, irritating him and causing a confused arm to fling out wildly in a vain attempt to remove the irritating fabric.Whimpers by ~sukuangtou
Hands grasped onto his own, soothing tones helping to settle him back into the deep abyss of dreamless sleep. Occasionally his cornflower-blue orbs would flutter open from behind his long eyelashes, unseeing glazed eyes scanning the small room which blurred and pulsed sickly around him, as if in the middle of a violent hurricane tossing his sight in dizzy spins and twists causing his stomach to clench tightly in his abdomen.
Weakly, as if he had never learnt to talk at all, he croaked out for his mother, his tiny voice swamped by the room while shive