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st_arkravinghazelnut ([personal profile] st_arkravinghazelnut) wrote2018-09-28 04:27 pm

Iron Titan

Absolute devastation. That was the only way to describe it.

It was utterly senseless, yet coldly methodical. The Madonna Inn, the inescapable steadfast, had become utterly trifling in how easily it was torn asunder. The barrier separating it from each residents' home had been obliterated. A gauntletted hand through tissue.

The bitterly cruel irony was that few residents still lived to witness this come to pass.

"Your kingdom, Odinson. Your people." The Titan wrenched Thor up from the ground, fingers circling his skull. "False idols. Comfortable lies for an uneasy head."
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[personal profile] st_ormbreaker 2018-10-03 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
For a half-minute after he's finished reading it, Thor looks down at the page he clutches tightly in his hand and says and does nothing.

Then abruptly he sets it down on the bed and pushes off the mattress and onto his feet.



When Thor finally leaves, he leaves a note behind as well.

Going out for a bit. Taking the tent.

Good luck with the suit. Speak with you in a few days.

xoxo
Thor