Loki calls him over with open arms, painting a target at his center. he's always been satisfied with the effect that he can have on Thor, either positive or negative, to elicit some visceral reaction. ]
It might be my fault that he died, but it'll be your hands when I do. I'm your brother now, and you can't change that.
[ you can blame me for it, he wants to say it but the words won't come out. they fill him to the brim with rage, cloud his ears with a great roar. he remembers that day (he'll never forget), the boy with the bird, the spectral with ambition.
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Loki calls him over with open arms, painting a target at his center. he's always been satisfied with the effect that he can have on Thor, either positive or negative, to elicit some visceral reaction. ]
It might be my fault that he died, but it'll be your hands when I do. I'm your brother now, and you can't change that.
[ you can blame me for it, he wants to say it but the words won't come out. they fill him to the brim with rage, cloud his ears with a great roar. he remembers that day (he'll never forget), the boy with the bird, the spectral with ambition.
I won, you lost. Never forget it. ]