"And how terrible the weight of his burden must be upon his shoulders knowing he'll be handed the life he's always yearned for," He spit like venom from a viper, his building anger all but radiating off of him. Thor would be given a golden kingdom and the admiration from the people in it while Loki was to be used as a token to bargain with.
He would like for her to recant the offer entirely. He would like to hear her say that it had clearly been a mistake. He would like to hear that his brother wasn't disgustingly favored above him and believe it.
But today is not the day of good fortune, clearly, and he cannot ask of her anything that would require a lie to deliver. She would not give it to him and he would not want to hear it even if she could.
He had half a mind to leave altogether. What more could she have to say to him? Singing the praises of his intended now wouldn't do her any favors, nor would pressing upon him the importance of the union she had spent so long manipulating into place. Suddenly even holding her gaze felt like too much effort and he looked away from her, his jaw tight and his silence stretching.
When he found it in him to speak again, his voice was icy and devoid of even the barest sliver of warmth. "Send it back," He gestured dismissively to the chest on the table before turning his back to her, his arms crossing defensive over his chest. "Send it back to the wasteland it was borne from. I'm required many things, but I will not accept their gifts."
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Date: 2014-01-10 05:32 am (UTC)He would like for her to recant the offer entirely. He would like to hear her say that it had clearly been a mistake. He would like to hear that his brother wasn't disgustingly favored above him and believe it.
But today is not the day of good fortune, clearly, and he cannot ask of her anything that would require a lie to deliver. She would not give it to him and he would not want to hear it even if she could.
He had half a mind to leave altogether. What more could she have to say to him? Singing the praises of his intended now wouldn't do her any favors, nor would pressing upon him the importance of the union she had spent so long manipulating into place. Suddenly even holding her gaze felt like too much effort and he looked away from her, his jaw tight and his silence stretching.
When he found it in him to speak again, his voice was icy and devoid of even the barest sliver of warmth. "Send it back," He gestured dismissively to the chest on the table before turning his back to her, his arms crossing defensive over his chest. "Send it back to the wasteland it was borne from. I'm required many things, but I will not accept their gifts."