@solenama says, ❝ Terror comes in many forms. ❞ / meme . accepting
❝ 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗... ❞ it wasn’t a direct jab towards her and the relationship that has all but disintegrated between herself and her own father (as well as everyone else’s). in fact, it was spoke thoughtfully, as if to himself. odin’s own trauma ran deep within him, holding a tar-like pit in his stomach that would sometimes take hold of his heart and mind, coating them land leaving his angry and scared, of all things.
the god king paused then, eyeing her for a moment as he stopped himself from bringing the glass of whiskey to his lips fully. that pause lasted only a moment before taking a larger gulp than usual, finishing the glass and simply holding it in his hands against his lap. the burn ran down his throat and into his belly, distracting him enough to clear his throat, ❝ let’s change the subject, shall we? ❞ climbing to his feet, he walked towards her, grabbing her empty wine glass and heading to kitchen, prepared to fill it.
returning to the living room, he handed her a very full glass, not that it mattered. his own glass was filled to the brim, taking a sip to make sure it didn’t spill as he took a seat back on the couch beside her.
