"Even you cannot be fool so much as to believe that."
Just the look of Thor in front of him, face crumpled in so much pain, brought forth a fierce satisfaction in his chest. This was what he wanted. He needed to see Thor break, to witness his sorrow crush him, that would be his recompense for the wrongs done to him.
So why then did his satisfaction taste so bitter on his tongue? Why then did his chest begin to feel so tight?
Those questions were not ones he wanted to know the answers to, not parts of himself he was prepared to explore or face. Anger at his own weakness for spoiling what should be a moment of triumph spurred him onwards, pushed further words past his lips in a tirade intended to wound.
"You cling to a lie that has long since faded, and you believe in the fantasy of a brother who never existed. I have hated you with each breath since long before I knew we were not of blood relation, why then should I not hate you now? You, the arrogant whelp of liars, the 'Mighty Thor'."
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Just the look of Thor in front of him, face crumpled in so much pain, brought forth a fierce satisfaction in his chest. This was what he wanted. He needed to see Thor break, to witness his sorrow crush him, that would be his recompense for the wrongs done to him.
So why then did his satisfaction taste so bitter on his tongue? Why then did his chest begin to feel so tight?
Those questions were not ones he wanted to know the answers to, not parts of himself he was prepared to explore or face. Anger at his own weakness for spoiling what should be a moment of triumph spurred him onwards, pushed further words past his lips in a tirade intended to wound.
"You cling to a lie that has long since faded, and you believe in the fantasy of a brother who never existed. I have hated you with each breath since long before I knew we were not of blood relation, why then should I not hate you now? You, the arrogant whelp of liars, the 'Mighty Thor'."