#truthwielder

“Aye, it does. One must learn to exist alone, but it’s hard for some of us who have a soft heart. I still haven’t learned my lesson and I often find myself attached to things and people that I shouldn’t.”

but now we said it

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The reminder is appreciated, though never heeded as much as it should be. This is owed a reckless streak cultivated by the blond in recent months. Spending time apart from the trappings of duty both to the mortals of Midgard and his own people was a liberating experience for Thor, to the extent that at times he forgot to curb his eagerness to do battle and show off his prowess.     “It seems a waste to show caution. Do you not see how our foes tremble in our presence?” Gesturing with the edge of his sword towards an opposing party of gladiators, confidence swells in the thunderer’s chest when it came to imagining the chances of them emerging victorious from this fight. They were currently engaged in a contest of sorts on an alien planet, one that wasn’t too distant from the planet that both immortals cherished. A fortunate fact to be aware of, given that plenty of additional battles lay ahead of them should they come to know success this day.

"Of course it will heal," Thor assured her, glad that she listened to him and decided to sit down. Or maybe she just didn't have any energy left to stand up. "It heal once I sew it shut." He was used to wounds healing in no time, but sometimes, assistance was required. "Don't worry about the others, my team is taking care of them," Thor pressed a piece of cloth to her wound, knowing it would hurt. "Let's get you out of here, come on," he helped her to her feet, uncertain if she could get up, taking her into his arms when he realized she couldn't.

❝ I ain’t ready t’be Superman. I thought I was but.. I’m not ready. My dad ain’t gonna die anytime soon though, right? ❞