The sky was dark and we were surrounded by forest.

Everyone was watching.
Yet there was nobody to watch.

"Brother, you give up this poisonous dream!"
Thor yelled, grabbing my shoulder and stairing deeply into my eyes.
"You come home,"

I felt my teeth grind together painfully.
I was infuriated.
Thor calls it home?
That horrible, wretched hell of a childhood, home?

No. No that's not what it was.

It was where Odin had kept me all my life as a weapon.
It was where I was lied to, and taught that I was a monster.

It was where I was betrayed.

It was where I was killed.

A small dagger appeared in my hand.
It felt so easy, so simple, that I couldn't resist.

I tackled Thor, pinning him to the ground.
The knife went into his throat, almost as if it was instinct.

He let out a light groan. Followed by saying my name.
I didn't care

I felt a shiver go down my back. It felt horrifyingly good.

This was so
So
Easy

Why didn't I do it before?

Well, I knew why.
I knew exactly why.

But he's no longer my problem.

I heard Thor breath one
Shaken
Breath

And stop.

His eyes were wide open, but he wasn't seeing.

Thor was dead.

I smiled, laughing into my hands.
A horrible,
Sick,
Twisted laugh.

Thor was dead.
Thor was dead.
Thor was dead.
Thor was dead.
Thor was dead.

The phrase repeated in my head.
It was poisoning my head.

I felt my self laugh more.
He was gone.
One obstacle.
He was gone.

No more of Odin underestimating me.
No more bragging.
No more king.
Now it was me.
I was king.
King.
King.
KING
Because Thor was dead.

Because of my own sick twisted mind.
No amount of word could describe how horribly thrilled I was.
I couldn't stop smiling.

It hurt my face,
I was smiling so wide.

I was drunk on it.
On everything.

I felt so
So
So
Powerful.

I laughed even harder.
Ha ha ha.
I defeated my foe.
He was dead.
Thor was dead.