[ he doesn't ask why he didn't just head back to asgard, because thor knows damn well why he wouldn't. that isn't the part of it that hurts. rather, the same old wound, stitches newly broken again, salt rubbed in - why hadn't he come to him. after what happened on the battlefield? after everything? still?
his brows knit, eyes casting to the side, and for a moment, that golden easiness and nonchalance filters away into something tense and uncertain, aching and lonely and bitter. thor clears his throat, tells himself it's only what should be expected. ]
I won't force you back, if that's what you're concerned for. [ he tells him, tone strong but mostly blank. a simple setting of terms. ] You're not harming anyone in a cell, but it's only a matter of time before you find a way out.
[ and thor does so much hate trying to ignore the knowledge that his brother is somewhere levels below, when he walks through the palace, cursing and spitting and raging against all he finds comfort and reassurance in. ]
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his brows knit, eyes casting to the side, and for a moment, that golden easiness and nonchalance filters away into something tense and uncertain, aching and lonely and bitter. thor clears his throat, tells himself it's only what should be expected. ]
I won't force you back, if that's what you're concerned for. [ he tells him, tone strong but mostly blank. a simple setting of terms. ] You're not harming anyone in a cell, but it's only a matter of time before you find a way out.
[ and thor does so much hate trying to ignore the knowledge that his brother is somewhere levels below, when he walks through the palace, cursing and spitting and raging against all he finds comfort and reassurance in. ]