#unyieldng

  “THIS PLACE IS COLD. It will always be cold. So much underneath the floorboards that I did not want to see.” Voice quiet; a thousand whispers that were and were not hers twined together like thread. Frost upon her fingertips that BLOSSOMED against the peeling wallpaper, the rusted iron; gilt gone to ROT, a fate he had denied her. A rest that he had roused her from. Faded silhouette against the grime of the window; a scratched out tin type with blurred features that could be placed if she focused enough. “I see it now. I see it plainly. Just as I see you. You are getting colder, too.” 

❝  MOTHER --   ❞    (  queen,  in  formality.  healer,  amongst  the  people.  but  to  the  boy  with  a  frostbitten  heart,  she  was  /  is  this.  )  nearly  all  of  the  bitterness  of  a  decade  melts  before  her  kindly  apparition,  but  alas.  there  are  wounds  beyond  muscle  and  bone  which  not  even  a  mother’s  love  can  heal.

  he  falls  unto  his  knees,  head  bowed.  (  shield  her  eyes  from  the  unworthy  son  /  failure  of  an  heir  --  do  you  hear  the  whispers  carried  in  the  wind,  traveling  with  the  ashes  of  tenebrae?  do  you  know  what  your  firstborn  has  done?  )  he  should  be  in  her  place,  the  mourned  casualty  of  niflheim’s  greed.  instead,  he  is  alive  and  among  the  monsters.  has  she  come  to  scold  him,  forsake  him,  or  condemn  him? 

                     ❝   ----  forgive  me.    ❞

          ❝                     YOU SHOULD THANK ME.     i’m not usually in the business of breaking people out of prison.   ❞

he,  high  upon   the   cliff,   staring  down  at   the   mess   around   them.    SHE,  CLAD  IN  ARMOR - FRESH BLOOD  ON  HER   CHEEK     had   she  killed   for   him?    he   had   done   so   for    her.   for   asgard.   for   midguard.    for   loki.   ,    how   many   had   he   killed  ?   odin   had   once    taught   him :   kill   those    who    would    cause    ruin,    but   do   we    not    cause   ruin    by     DEATH  ?  

KING OF ASGARD - THINK FAST, THINK OF YOUR PEOPLE  !      ALL  OF  ASGARD   IS   WAITING  :    how   can   he   say   he   doesn’t know   when   the   lives    hang   over    his    head  ?    DEATH  -  (   loki.    odin.    frigga.  )    how    many   more    until     he    can’t    count    the    souls     around     him    ?     FAULT.   FAULT.   FAULT. 

                                                            BLOOD  IS   COMING.                                                                 the   all father   atones   for   his   sins. 

for   a    moment,     there   is    a   bit   of   quiet.      (      thor   wonders.    )    was   this   a   mistake ?    had    this    message    meant   to    arrive    now   ?      odin  is   dead.     yet  why  do  his  sins  still  haunt  him  ?  he    looks    down    at    the      bloody    hair,    the   inspiration     carved      in     CRIMSON     ---   fresh  kill.