[ooc: You know what? Continuing from/referencing this thread, and because I can't decide...I'm going with 17 and grabbing things from there. Hopefully this works x.x]
It'd been a long time since he'd been back here in this training area. Not much had changed--though perhaps there were fewer people now, though that was unsurprising considering what they had gone through thanks to him. Someday, he'd finish the job, but that was not why he was there. No, no simple observations this time of human life in the search for power and advantages over his "brother". Nor stupid, ignorant questions.
He was far wiser and more knowledgeable now. And now? He knew why she reacted to him the way she had. Feared him--as she rightly should have done. The memories of their encounter had slipped to the back of his mind once he left her years ago, and he pretended to not have known her when they "met" again for her first time. He'd learnt much about her by that point, but still, he did not reveal everything he knew then.
No, he vowed that once he escaped, he'd have words with that woman where no one could hear them. And he'd make her suffer.
That was why he was there now, lurking in the shadows. His wrists were raw from the shackles he still wore, the chains clutched in his hands to silence them, but he'd take torn skin over the slow and agonizing death of strangulation. A few Asgardians were sent on their way to Valhalla that day in that manner, or else his wrists might not have pained him as much as they did. Even then, it had physically hurt coming to this realm, and he suspected the chains might have had something to do with it but he could not get them off as much as he tried.
But no matter; he was there now and he had something to do. He stepped quietly along the wall, his presence masked, watching the remaining few humans before he slipped into the locker room to wait for her to arrive.
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It'd been a long time since he'd been back here in this training area. Not much had changed--though perhaps there were fewer people now, though that was unsurprising considering what they had gone through thanks to him. Someday, he'd finish the job, but that was not why he was there. No, no simple observations this time of human life in the search for power and advantages over his "brother". Nor stupid, ignorant questions.
He was far wiser and more knowledgeable now. And now? He knew why she reacted to him the way she had. Feared him--as she rightly should have done. The memories of their encounter had slipped to the back of his mind once he left her years ago, and he pretended to not have known her when they "met" again for her first time. He'd learnt much about her by that point, but still, he did not reveal everything he knew then.
No, he vowed that once he escaped, he'd have words with that woman where no one could hear them. And he'd make her suffer.
That was why he was there now, lurking in the shadows. His wrists were raw from the shackles he still wore, the chains clutched in his hands to silence them, but he'd take torn skin over the slow and agonizing death of strangulation. A few Asgardians were sent on their way to Valhalla that day in that manner, or else his wrists might not have pained him as much as they did. Even then, it had physically hurt coming to this realm, and he suspected the chains might have had something to do with it but he could not get them off as much as he tried.
But no matter; he was there now and he had something to do. He stepped quietly along the wall, his presence masked, watching the remaining few humans before he slipped into the locker room to wait for her to arrive.