APOLOGIES BROTHER, FOR ALL I HEAR WHEN YOU SPEAK IS A BUZZING NOISE, MUCH LIKE THE MIDGARDIAN PEST 'MOSQUITO'
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*walks behind thor and places a hand on his shoulder* You think this is new? Have you SEEN Tumblr? I've had many act like this towards me... many want to lay with Tom Hiddleston. You'll have to try harder.
The "Sandy from the end of Grease" aesthetic fits you though, you mewling quim.
*THOR WHIPS OUT HIS PINK, SPARKLY STILETTOS AND HIS MATCHING CATSUIT, SITTING DOWN TO BEDAZZLE MJOLNIR. ONCE HE IS DONE, HE PULLS OUT A ROSE AND BEGINS PLUCKING THE PETALS*
HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT. HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT. HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT. HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT. HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT.
In shock and disbelief, as if the Gods themselves had sent their maidens to him, Daegon heard the words uttered by the green man.
"Please don't hurt me, mighty Daegon-sama!" the green man said.
Though he knew not of the language the green man had half muttered this phrase in, he knew the green man was sincere about it. The weapon in his hand was willfully discarded and the look in his eyes of terror and utter defeat told Daegon all he needed to know. He smirked at the man and sheaved his legendary sword and in but an instant, as fast as he had engaged the man and as fast as he had taken the baby from his mother, the battle had ended and Daegon had won.
Without a moments haste, Daegon continued onto his path to his great steed in the cargo bay of the train. If he can make it there, then he may depart before the baby's mother can drum up support and aid from the passengers in order to stop him. If he can do that, then perhaps there is hope in this world, perhaps there is a chance that it may live on.
Daegon can hear the screams of the chosen child's forsaken mother off in the distance. Though feint, he hears those forbidden words that no man wishes to have uttered by a woman. To these words, he thinks only of his wives and himself, how terrible it would be if either of his lovely children were to be stolen from him. But to these thoughts and to those tears he knew he had to restrain himself from feeling empathy for the mother. He knew that it was his solemn duty to take this child away to a safer place so that he may become what is prophesied of him.
And so he ran as hard as he could and safely as he could, as he was onboard a moving train after all. Until he was stopped by a man in green, a man wearing but dark clothes that would've otherwise made him blend into the night if not for the bright red sigil on his vest. This man had a daunting face and seemed to know what he wanted and how he wanted it.
He said to Daegon even as he was running towards him, "Aw, what a cute baby, can I hold him?"
Born of strong blood and raised by great training, Daegon knew of the tricks of this man. He could see with his piercing blue eyes that this man had a weapon in hand and intended to harm him and perhaps even the chosen child. He knew this scenario could only have one result, the green man's death.
And so he drew his great ancestral blade, Thunderbite, and said to the green man in a commanding, tiger-like voice, "Walk aside and fetch me a drink or bear the storms of this sword!"
The challenge had been muttered, and so the battle began.
He saw this as a religious experience, as the coming of the Prince that was Promised. In that child whose head barely left the mother's orifice, he saw the Last Hero of legends, he saw the man who would save his beloved family, his beloved house, and his beloved world from the otherly forces of the unknown voids. There was not a moment to spare, he must secure the destiny of not only himself, but of all whom he loved. He must steal this child from the grasps of his mother, fresh with the milk of the womb and still attached to his creator.
And so, in a single swift movement, as if he was in a joust or a contest of skill, he snatched the baby from his mother with such a fiery force that the cord that connected the two ripped apart almost instantly. Before the scream of the mother can be heard, before the gaze of the father could compute what has occurred, Daegon has left the bathroom and sprinted far away from this horrid scene. He knew how it'd look to onlookers, but he cared not what their feeble minds thought, he had only the safety and security of the realm in his head, and a newborn child in his arms.
Daegon was sitting in empty contemplation at his designated seat when he heard the grunts of childbirth. From his fathering of his two children, Drago and Drana, he knew, in his mind that some wretched soul was bringing new life to this world in the dark, cramped, and wicked confines of a train's bathroom. A man, no, a father of honor and justice knew in his heart that this was not something he must permit. Childbirth is a dangerous task for both the child and the mother, and as an honor-sworn knight of the great house, Thunderscorpion, he had to assist that mother at all cost.
He hurried over to the bathroom of his passenger cart, which laid many paces away. The fact that he had even heard the grunting and moaning of labor is indicative both to his keen sense of hearing and the sheer pain of the mother and child. Without hesitation, he bursted through the flimsily locked door but was stunned for a moment at the sight of what he has seen.
"How in seven hells is this possible?" he thought to himself.
He has seen what no man in this earth has ever purportedly seen, he has seen two "people" of a two dimensional nature. They were indeed giving birth, as his senses had originally alerted him to, but they were not making way for any child. This child was of another dimension, three dimensions in fact. How was it possible that these two creatures of only height and width create something of both height and width as well as depth?
*hoolds his hands* PUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *pauses to breathe then continues screaming* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
