we were children once; ( thor comics, g, gen )
we were children once
sif, loki, balder, thor
the gods begin somewhere, just as they must end
When she was a child, blonde head filled with stories of brave princes and dangers beyond imagining, Sif fancied that she would marry one of the sons of the All-father, adopted or true born. With flowers in her hair, she would press her lips against those of an Odinson and be joined to him for all time.
Others spoke likewise of her future - of her noble birth, of the promise of beauty that would match Freya's, of her golden hair. Sif, they would say, which of the princes would you give your hand to and she would smile gently and refuse to answer for who was she to choose?
When she was a child, now raven haired, Sif took up a sword and vowed that she would no longer submit to the whims of others.
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When he was a child, Loki dreamed of nothing. This is, of course, a lie. Yet even he knew that others only expected such things from him as if there was no other path for him to take. Such is the subject of his dreams, of a promise standing in the snow and a future that has no choice but to come to pass. Not because he desires it to be so - for what he desires is the laughter of Thor and the affection of his adopted father and it is painfully clear that the future holds neither - but because it is inescapable. Do his actions to prevent such a thing make it happen? Does his inaction and acceptance of the future guarantee it?
Loki knows not, and dreams of nothing.
When he was a child, now filled with resentment and hatred for those who still do not love him, Loki vowed to rule over all who looked down upon him.
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When he was a child, he was not so different than the man he would grow to be. Such is the fate of Balder - always gentle and always kind. Yet he, too, was an Odinson - if not in name then in company and favor - and like his brothers before him he found himself at ease with a sword in his hand. A sword in the hand of one who is good and brave and beloved by all is a powerful thing; used in defense and not conquest.
How unfortunate then, for one so beloved of life should be fated to die. But die he will, and all of Asgard will die with him. Balder thinks nothing of this, for he is always kept in darkness about that which is his right to know, until that day he is told.
When he was a child, now knowing what his death would bring, Balder vowed to fight against the twilight with every fiber of his being.
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When he was a child, there was nothing Thor felt he could not do. Nothing that anyone could prevent him from doing - stubborn and prideful as he was. A prince of Asgard and a fine warrior in his own right, much loved by his father. What could Thor possibly want that he did not already have? So he stumbled through life with little care for what consequences his actions would have, of which there were many.
But he loved without care and delighted in laughter, capable of great kindness when he could see it. Perhaps in time great wisdom would be his, perhaps even his father's crown. There was promise there, hidden beneath an ego the size of the realms themselves, and there it lie.
When he was a child, Thor was not half the man he would become.
sif, loki, balder, thor
the gods begin somewhere, just as they must end
When she was a child, blonde head filled with stories of brave princes and dangers beyond imagining, Sif fancied that she would marry one of the sons of the All-father, adopted or true born. With flowers in her hair, she would press her lips against those of an Odinson and be joined to him for all time.
Others spoke likewise of her future - of her noble birth, of the promise of beauty that would match Freya's, of her golden hair. Sif, they would say, which of the princes would you give your hand to and she would smile gently and refuse to answer for who was she to choose?
When she was a child, now raven haired, Sif took up a sword and vowed that she would no longer submit to the whims of others.
-
When he was a child, Loki dreamed of nothing. This is, of course, a lie. Yet even he knew that others only expected such things from him as if there was no other path for him to take. Such is the subject of his dreams, of a promise standing in the snow and a future that has no choice but to come to pass. Not because he desires it to be so - for what he desires is the laughter of Thor and the affection of his adopted father and it is painfully clear that the future holds neither - but because it is inescapable. Do his actions to prevent such a thing make it happen? Does his inaction and acceptance of the future guarantee it?
Loki knows not, and dreams of nothing.
When he was a child, now filled with resentment and hatred for those who still do not love him, Loki vowed to rule over all who looked down upon him.
-
When he was a child, he was not so different than the man he would grow to be. Such is the fate of Balder - always gentle and always kind. Yet he, too, was an Odinson - if not in name then in company and favor - and like his brothers before him he found himself at ease with a sword in his hand. A sword in the hand of one who is good and brave and beloved by all is a powerful thing; used in defense and not conquest.
How unfortunate then, for one so beloved of life should be fated to die. But die he will, and all of Asgard will die with him. Balder thinks nothing of this, for he is always kept in darkness about that which is his right to know, until that day he is told.
When he was a child, now knowing what his death would bring, Balder vowed to fight against the twilight with every fiber of his being.
-
When he was a child, there was nothing Thor felt he could not do. Nothing that anyone could prevent him from doing - stubborn and prideful as he was. A prince of Asgard and a fine warrior in his own right, much loved by his father. What could Thor possibly want that he did not already have? So he stumbled through life with little care for what consequences his actions would have, of which there were many.
But he loved without care and delighted in laughter, capable of great kindness when he could see it. Perhaps in time great wisdom would be his, perhaps even his father's crown. There was promise there, hidden beneath an ego the size of the realms themselves, and there it lie.
When he was a child, Thor was not half the man he would become.