#whooohooo

Roman’s been angry before; he’s been angry at Remus before. 

This is not like before.

Before was trivial, in comparison. Before his brother had not gone mad and hired an assassin to kill their Father and attempted to subjugate the realm in his absence. Before his brother had not bent the minds of two dozen Midgardians and killed hundreds more. Before his brother was not dripping in enough innocent blood to dye the snows of Jotunheim red.

Before his brother’s aura had not been a deep, devastating black.

Remus, of course, looks up at him with a sneer. “Boo, you whore. Why do you always have to come and ruin my fun, Ro?”

“Put down the specter, Remus,” Roman says, his voice echoing off the midgardian ruins. “You have the destruction of our homeworld to--”

“Yours, actually,” Remus says twirling the golden spear in his hands, which is the opposite of putting it down. “Asgard has never been my home.”

“And it never will be again,” Roman says. “With what you’ve done to it. Surrender now and perhaps Father will be lenient enough to let you walk away if your life, Remus!”

Remus, his brother, his twin, Remus who had been by his side for all his life and then for some reason had decided to turn on everything and everyone he knew, Remus who Roman wishes he could hate-- merely waves a hand. His aura pulses with that inky darkness, cruel and vile and ugly.

“Did you see how close I got to ending him?” Remus asks. “You think Father would ever get over that? The look on his face was hilarious!” Remus throws back his head and laughs, the sounds scrapping horribly at his throat, “He can have my life, just for that!” 

And then he raises his hands, tossing his specter to the ground and sticking his tongue out.

“I surrender,” Remus of Vanir says. “Come cuff me, daddy!”

Roman and Remus Are Now Available For Questions 

Thank you so much!! Probably not the best one but it was good 😁