It has been a while since last we spoke - he was busy. Before the flood, he had - the barracks. His plans. [What if it's possible that she has ignored him for too long? What if he has been in danger all this time, and she hasn't known? Hasn't felt it?
Has she allowed a few tiffs to ruin centuries of friendship, camaraderie, loyalty? tldr; fuck you, Sif.]
Yet, here I am. [He doesn't sound terribly thrilled about the fact.]
So no more recently than I. That is...
[If she'd guilty of ignoring him, the fault is not hers alone to bear. With recent disasters, Fandral had been expecting at least some acknowledgement, some sort of vague rallying cry (or at the very least, a call for help). And yet, when those "plans" would have made the most sense, all there is in return is silence.
Whether this is the sort of silence means when Malekith says it, he doesn't know. Doesn't want to know. It's already foreboding enough.]
Hush - [is an order, Fandral, because one thing shall reign supreme and that will be their faith and trust in Thor living, Thor seeing the day to its end, Thor not being in any danger he cannot handle by himself. So, hush, because only his mother was allowed to worry for him.
(Say the people who betrayed the newly appointed king of Asgard out of worry.)]
He must surely be still - in embraces, with Lady Jane. [Because IF WE CUDDLED, who's to say he didn't. Ew.]
[He doesn't sound terribly convinced. But he tries.]
Perhaps...
[For half a minute.]
Though that only brings up other questions.
[Like where Jane is, if that is, in fact, the case. He wants to think so; Thor deserves some kind of respite, however either of them feel about his heart being left in Middle Earth Midgard. But the silence is more than worrying, and only gets worse with each desperate excuse.]
[Not on the surface, perhaps. This isn't like withholding information because her experience and memory did not align with his own, the facts here available to them both, and their experiences feed each other more than they clash awkwardly.
He would, in fact, love the peace of mind. And often, denial is his more used tool to find it. But this is bigger than him, effects more than him in a very obvious way.
It's harder to ignore when the thought leaves disgusting, unsettling knots in his stomach that he can rid himself of with an easy, convenient white lie.
Her answer is enough of a no without ever having to utter the word. It's enough, too much of an answer he hadn't wanted and can no longer pretend he hasn't heard.]
Of course.
[At your order. Another thing he doesn't say. That alone solidifies the answer neither of them want, makes it real, irrefutable.]
To put my mind at ease.
[He can take the worry as his own if he must. If it helps.]
[The expression softens, just a touch, because she does see it - the concession he gives, the familiar self-sacrificing behaviour. They're going to have to talk about that. One day - but not tonight.]
[One day, perhaps, when it doesn't seem so necessary.]
I've already tried this damnable thing. [He would be motioning to the bracelet, could she see it, but the audio does waver slightly as he moves it around; some day he'll get the hang of using it properly.] So I suppose, we're left with seeking them out directly.
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It has been a while since last we spoke - he was busy. Before the flood, he had - the barracks. His plans. [What if it's possible that she has ignored him for too long? What if he has been in danger all this time, and she hasn't known? Hasn't felt it?
Has she allowed a few tiffs to ruin centuries of friendship, camaraderie, loyalty? tldr; fuck you, Sif.]
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So no more recently than I. That is...
[If she'd guilty of ignoring him, the fault is not hers alone to bear. With recent disasters, Fandral had been expecting at least some acknowledgement, some sort of vague rallying cry (or at the very least, a call for help). And yet, when those "plans" would have made the most sense, all there is in return is silence.
Whether this is the sort of silence means when Malekith says it, he doesn't know. Doesn't want to know. It's already foreboding enough.]
...worrying.
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(Say the people who betrayed the newly appointed king of Asgard out of worry.)]
He must surely be still - in embraces, with Lady Jane. [Because IF WE CUDDLED, who's to say he didn't. Ew.]
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Perhaps...
[For half a minute.]
Though that only brings up other questions.
[Like where Jane is, if that is, in fact, the case. He wants to think so; Thor deserves some kind of respite, however either of them feel about his heart being left in
Middle EarthMidgard. But the silence is more than worrying, and only gets worse with each desperate excuse.]no subject
A sigh, after a long pause.]
Fewer questions, more searching. To put your mind at ease. [Yours, not her own. She's not a ninny like you, baby. ♥]
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He would, in fact, love the peace of mind. And often, denial is his more used tool to find it. But this is bigger than him, effects more than him in a very obvious way.
It's harder to ignore when the thought leaves disgusting, unsettling knots in his stomach that he can rid himself of with an easy, convenient white lie.
Her answer is enough of a no without ever having to utter the word. It's enough, too much of an answer he hadn't wanted and can no longer pretend he hasn't heard.]
Of course.
[At your order. Another thing he doesn't say. That alone solidifies the answer neither of them want, makes it real, irrefutable.]
To put my mind at ease.
[He can take the worry as his own if he must. If it helps.]
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How shall we do it?
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I've already tried this damnable thing. [He would be motioning to the bracelet, could she see it, but the audio does waver slightly as he moves it around; some day he'll get the hang of using it properly.] So I suppose, we're left with seeking them out directly.