Are
He saw, and that was all he could ever say about it. Lightning fast and gone in a split second, just for his eyes to catch up as he realized that his first mistake was one that reverberated throughout the ages. 'Know your enemy, and yourself.' Something Are should've taken to heart, for there he stood with the knowledge of neither, hoping to win a battle on sheer will alone. Strong hands, iron grip from all the long hours of labor, but grasping after shadows. Snatching up limbs that long since passed by and left nothing but thin air in their wake.
The pain came first, pinpricks quickly drowned out by what he could describe as Gladsheim's mead filling his veins. A rush that had every doubt, ache, and worry washed away and replaced with bliss that made his whole body feel weightless. As if the stones of the past on his shoulders where lifted and how he for a brief moment got a glimpse of what it meant to be truly whole. It could've been an eternity, it could've been just a moment, but all he knew when the world came crashing back into his mind was longing.
And hate.
Damn the false god, damn you Loke. Damn you and all your servants.
As the silken iron grip let go of his mind, there was only one thing that was on it, revenge. Trying to catch the slippery bastard to exact revenge was a wholly different thing though, something he still tried in vain.
The pain came first, pinpricks quickly drowned out by what he could describe as Gladsheim's mead filling his veins. A rush that had every doubt, ache, and worry washed away and replaced with bliss that made his whole body feel weightless. As if the stones of the past on his shoulders where lifted and how he for a brief moment got a glimpse of what it meant to be truly whole. It could've been an eternity, it could've been just a moment, but all he knew when the world came crashing back into his mind was longing.
And hate.
Damn the false god, damn you Loke. Damn you and all your servants.
As the silken iron grip let go of his mind, there was only one thing that was on it, revenge. Trying to catch the slippery bastard to exact revenge was a wholly different thing though, something he still tried in vain.
