Thor was dimly aware of the commotion. His jaw ached from the effort of clenching it for so long, and stung where Loki struck him. His brother's blood seemed to burn as it cooled on his fingers and the backs of his hands. He bowed to Odin after Loki and moved to follow, only to be blocked off as the king retired and the court was allowed to move freely again.
They cheered and laughed and congratulated him. Someone made the mistake of clapping him on the back. Thor was hit by a wave of nausea so strong he thought he might fall to his knees again. He hadn't the presence of mind to make out any word, but he knew the sentiment behind them. Hate was a novel feeling for him, bitter and dark enough to blind.
"BE SILENT!" He roared, and though silence was given, even that was expectant, as if they wished for him to make some grand speech to add insult to injury. "It is done. If any among you dare to dishonor my brother's actions again, I will take it as a personal offense." And I will rip your dishonorable tongue from your mouth with my bare hands. "Move."
He didn't wait. Anyone who did not recover quickly enough to scramble back, he grabbed and threw aside. He heard Hogun's steady voice behind him, advising someone to stay down. He didn't see until he had gone some of the way into an empty hall how violently his hands shook, and then his shoulders. Tears rolled freely down his face, and when he moved his hands to cover it the scent of blood was so strong he thought he might choke. He jerked them away and stared at them, remembering resistance of Loki's flesh against the needle and twine. What have I done?
He couldn't articulate the words. All that came was a low sound of pain and horror.
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They cheered and laughed and congratulated him. Someone made the mistake of clapping him on the back. Thor was hit by a wave of nausea so strong he thought he might fall to his knees again. He hadn't the presence of mind to make out any word, but he knew the sentiment behind them. Hate was a novel feeling for him, bitter and dark enough to blind.
"BE SILENT!" He roared, and though silence was given, even that was expectant, as if they wished for him to make some grand speech to add insult to injury. "It is done. If any among you dare to dishonor my brother's actions again, I will take it as a personal offense." And I will rip your dishonorable tongue from your mouth with my bare hands. "Move."
He didn't wait. Anyone who did not recover quickly enough to scramble back, he grabbed and threw aside. He heard Hogun's steady voice behind him, advising someone to stay down. He didn't see until he had gone some of the way into an empty hall how violently his hands shook, and then his shoulders. Tears rolled freely down his face, and when he moved his hands to cover it the scent of blood was so strong he thought he might choke. He jerked them away and stared at them, remembering resistance of Loki's flesh against the needle and twine. What have I done?
He couldn't articulate the words. All that came was a low sound of pain and horror.