@brxtalsimulation II continued from here
With every word the sage spat at his feet, Fafnir felt himself growing angrier and angrier. Eitri made light of BOTH of his families. The one he’d once forgotten, and the one he’d made after being summoned by them. Were Eitri not already slain, Fafnir would’ve impaled them upon his lance. That fiend of a sage deserved no better.
“Our folly destroyed us. That much is true.” Fafnir spoke through clenched teeth, balling his fists. “But it was YOU who led us astray. There were a thousand ways that you could’ve forced me off the throne ... away from the crown that you held so highly. How long have you lived, you monster? You surely had the wisdom to see another way, a BETTER way.”
He thought of Otr, desperately hanging onto Eitri’s every word -- desperate to believe that every despicable act she’d goaded him into doing would serve a purpose. He recalled Reginn, and the tears she’d shed as she watched her brothers turn twisted; how she cried for him in his last moments.
That fed his righteous anger. What he would do with it, he didn’t know.
“You let things happen as they did. In your infinite wisdom --” He speaks the word with scorn -- “You thought it better for my families to suffer and bleed. You thought it better to take everything from us.”
He spat on the ground.
“Do you really think that Reginn will accept the kingdom you wished for? That you made her bleed for? I know my sister better than you ... and I know that she will stop at nothing to uproot every last trace of your influence from Niðavellir.”
