[And he's actually laughing at that.] Let me into your house. [The laughter subsides on a soft chuckle and the mercurial switch of mood is so fast it might cause whiplash to anyone else.
The laughter is gone like it had never been, the eyes are narrowed and everything in his body is tense.] Allies are slim when one is falling through space. There is no time, Man of Iron, nothing to stop the descent, only falling until the slightest hope is crushed, until anything other than falling is a distant thought. [He's stalking towards you again, angrily.] Did Thor tell you the circumstances? Or did, like before, he appear, toss around a bit of lightning and you were all once more tripping eagerly over each other and yourselves to grovel at his feet.
[Oh, it's very clear in his face that he's not all there.] He threw me into that void. When I was rightfully king of the people who stole me from another race. A race they despise and vilified. I was nothing but a tool of my father. A disappointment and second best, without use and so easily discarded.
[Once it's out there, it's hard to reign himself back in, like a sickness, but he forces his mind right, one can see the emotions physically shift to something more controlled.] Putting our mutual abilities towards the destruction of the coming threat rather than yours at me and mine at ruling your little world.
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The laughter is gone like it had never been, the eyes are narrowed and everything in his body is tense.] Allies are slim when one is falling through space. There is no time, Man of Iron, nothing to stop the descent, only falling until the slightest hope is crushed, until anything other than falling is a distant thought. [He's stalking towards you again, angrily.] Did Thor tell you the circumstances? Or did, like before, he appear, toss around a bit of lightning and you were all once more tripping eagerly over each other and yourselves to grovel at his feet.
[Oh, it's very clear in his face that he's not all there.] He threw me into that void. When I was rightfully king of the people who stole me from another race. A race they despise and vilified. I was nothing but a tool of my father. A disappointment and second best, without use and so easily discarded.
[Once it's out there, it's hard to reign himself back in, like a sickness, but he forces his mind right, one can see the emotions physically shift to something more controlled.] Putting our mutual abilities towards the destruction of the coming threat rather than yours at me and mine at ruling your little world.