I did not create these character or this world I have the wonderful Marvel to thank. Also just so you know I have never had the courage to show any of my work before so please be easy on me.
The words they speak hurt me. I would never admit it but they do. I always reply with a smart remark, a smirk, or I simply ignore them. I hold my back strait as I walk down the hall, ignoring the guards I pass. Finally reaching my chambers I am able to let down the armor I have built around myself, once the door is shut and locked I am able to fall against it curling in on myself.
Tears fall, exploding from my eyes. My breath comes in great shudders, rocking my whole body. You do not deserve the name you possess. You should not be called a son of Odin. He does not love you, he despises you as does everyone else. You are a disappointment. Hiding your weakness behind magic, a trick. When forced to fight choosing knives a woman's weapon. You are worthless. There words reverberate through my mind. The repetition locking the memories in though I attempt to forget. Soon the sobs come so quickly I can not breath.
Do they think they must say the words aloud? That I do not know I am worthless. The smooth wood of the floor presses on my cheek, my tears dripping down, darkening the wood.
I apologize that this is so short I hope someone enjoyed it... If so I will try to update soon. Thank you for your time!