Author: Drakensis
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Russ directed a glare at Angron.
It wasn't that he disliked his brother. To the extent alliances were necessary within their family, Angron was by temperament naturally suited to be one of his. It was nice to have someone else play the savage barbarian in comparison to the Space Wolves, candidates for which were not overwhelming. And the cartoon was hilarious, not that he'd admit to watching it.
No, Russ had only one major point of contention with Angron.
"We need to talk."
Angron gave him a look that suggested talking to Russ ranked somewhere below having a tooth-pulled in his priorities, but he drained the mug of mjod that Thora had provided him with and followed his brother out into the snow.
They walked a good long distance from the entrance to the Fang, what Russ privately considered 'safe range' and then a bit further just be sure.
"Don't look at her again."
Angron didn't pretend ignorance of whom Russ was speaking but the look that he directed at his brother suggested that his ire was real this time. "Why not?"
Russ growled deep in his throat. "She is... mine." His eyes locked on Angron, an alpha defying a younger wolf to rise up in challenge.
For a very long moment the threat of violence hung between them.
Angron's hand moved to his hip and for a moment Russ thought that he was going for his sword. He reached for his own frostblade, pausing only when he saw the anticipation in Angron's eyes. "No," he said, seeing that Angron's hand had instead simply been reaching for his helm. "I will not give you the excuse."
The other Primarch lifted the helmet up and held it over his head, the brim level with the bottom of his blunt nose. "Leave," he grunted. "I know the way." Then he brought the helm down and sealed it to the rest of his armour.
Hours later, when he lay on thick furs alongside Thora, Russ felt the first pangs of guilt.
"Did I offend him somehow?" she asked him. "To leave so suddenly."
"It's just his way," Russ assured her and started to ransack his brain for possible women he could set Angron up with. The galaxy was vast and somewhere across it there must be a woman who would be right for his brother.
Just... not Thora.
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AN: Set some time before 'Differences'.