Eu Não Quero Voltar Sozinho (x)

I’m not a hero.

A woman can preach, a woman can work, a woman can fight. A woman can build, can rule, can conquer, can destroy, just as much as a man can.

The other night seeing my Dad get hit over the head by Matt, while I’m just lying there and I can’t even move. It just… I want to help, but I can’t do the things that you can do.

I can’t.

You are in deep with the wrong people.

You don’t know a thing about me.

You will always be my mother.

And you will always be in my heart.

Ehehehehehehehehehehe

He recognises the failure in himself in the hushed whispers that spread every time he enters a room; the cheers Thor commands by simple glances and large gestures; the way his Father’s forehead stays smooth and his gaze straight when he sees his great son. He doesn’t even mock the phrase in his mind, for he recognises truth (the God of Lies must, after all).

He remembers high laughter, arms grabbing without thought but implied concern, legs straining to go further and faster. And even if his actions were guided by perceived follies, it is that laughter that lingers (like a gasp in his throat that cannot escape or a fly with its wings caught) when he falls.