He was again re attached to the chains he had found himself in upon his arrival, left to think about what he had just heard, or what he believed to have heard. Could it be true? Was it all a lie? All he could do was stare at the ice blue wall. Tears began to escape his eyes, his leg hadn't been treated and he feared that this deformed limb in front of him would never fully heal. He feared for his life, would he ever see his beloved Thor again? Would Odin care? He sure didn't right now, not if everything he had come to love was a lie! But if he wasn't an Odinson, what was he? Had he known maybe it would be clear why he was imprisoned in Jotünheim.
He Sat there for the rest of the day it seemed, his re-stitched wrists had begun to tear again as the chains began to tunnel themselves back into his tender skin. Nausea became to grow throughout his body, he hadn't eaten since he arrived, they obviously haft thought about his comfort.
"what could they want?" he whispered into the silence.
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A Different Shade Of Green
Fiksi PenggemarThe house of Odin is full of traitors. Life seemed to be at its lowest. But the phrase "How could my life get any worse?" always seems to lead into more despair and trauma. Trying to face the truth that his life is a lie he begins to learn many th...
