So, as I said in my Drabble Fic for the angels of Supernatural, I'm in a not so awesome mood so... prepare to be bombarded with drabbles... I did a Shuffle Challenge, for those who don't know that means that I put my iPod on shuffle and whatever song that comes up, I have to write a fic for it and I only have the amount of time the song plays for to do it in. So... yeah... whatever.
Song: World So cold
Artist: Three Days Grace
Fandom: Avengers/Thor
Pairing: None
It's not the demon inside him that hurts him, it's the guilt, it's the lies, the secrets, it's the nothing he has left. He is, by nature and by birth, ice and chill and rage and destruction and his world reflects him. He can't bear the sight of himself, can't bear the thought that even though he's a monster, he's still him and that it wasn't the monster that killed Thor, it was him, all him. The pain and the chill and the fear comes from wondering if he had made himself into a monster before he even knew he had been born one. It's not the monster that hurts him though, it's the thing that came before the monster that does.