He did not expect this. He could not have expected this.
If the announcement of Frigga's intention to marry him to some being he'd never met had felt like an ending to his life as he knew it, as he had planned for it, then this was as if the world as he knew it had dropped out from beneath his feet. As if the air in his very lungs had turned to lead. The outrage had all but disappeared from his expression, his rage bleeding out of him as if from a fatal wound and leaving behind a numbness that could only be attributed to his shock.
He couldn't have anticipated this, but perhaps he should have.
How often had he felt that he didn't belong among his peers? That he was strange, that he was different in ways that he had no name for. Different, because he was the very monster that the people of Asgard regarded with an unshakable sense of fear and distrust. Different, and now the secret of why the darkness of Thor's shadow always seemed to be without an end was finally revealed to him.
Laufey's son.
A stolen piece of the realm they nearly destroyed. A whim made of...what? Guilt and pity. Regret and recompense for the blood pooling at his feet.
Laufey's son.
He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his mind, trying to dislodge the words stuck in his throat. "Why?" The look in his eyes when he looked at her was desperate, as if he wanted to plead with her to recant her admission. "Why would you keep this from me?"
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Date: 2014-01-16 06:58 am (UTC)If the announcement of Frigga's intention to marry him to some being he'd never met had felt like an ending to his life as he knew it, as he had planned for it, then this was as if the world as he knew it had dropped out from beneath his feet. As if the air in his very lungs had turned to lead. The outrage had all but disappeared from his expression, his rage bleeding out of him as if from a fatal wound and leaving behind a numbness that could only be attributed to his shock.
He couldn't have anticipated this, but perhaps he should have.
How often had he felt that he didn't belong among his peers? That he was strange, that he was different in ways that he had no name for. Different, because he was the very monster that the people of Asgard regarded with an unshakable sense of fear and distrust. Different, and now the secret of why the darkness of Thor's shadow always seemed to be without an end was finally revealed to him.
Laufey's son.
A stolen piece of the realm they nearly destroyed. A whim made of...what? Guilt and pity. Regret and recompense for the blood pooling at his feet.
Laufey's son.
He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his mind, trying to dislodge the words stuck in his throat. "Why?" The look in his eyes when he looked at her was desperate, as if he wanted to plead with her to recant her admission. "Why would you keep this from me?"