He can't even imagine it. Thor, the mighty Thor, bested and downed in such a violent way, and his boyfriend had to see it, had to feel like it was his fault, even when it really wasn't. God, god... Teddy had heard about some of the horrors, dealt with some of them himself, but he'd never thought it was this bad. His heart thuds painfully in his chest, not just for Billy but for the image in his head, for Thor, for everyone who had to fight in such a way.
He can't even imagine it...
All he can do is let out a whispered "Oh my god..." before he tries to do something else for him. He shifts, as much as his clothes can let him, to be a little bigger, a little greener, a little more like Hulkling form. His arms easily cover Billy's smaller frame, and they keep him to his chest to let him cry as much as he needs to.
He keeps thinking he should say something to this, needs to say something... but he can't. All the words he want to say don't sound appropriate to what he just heard, the revelation that Thor had his arm ripped off... He feels useless, so he does all he can do.
He just holds him, a large hand stroking Billy's hair while he shut his eyes against the images in his head. He can't even imagine it...]
[Action, May 30th] I'LL AGREE A LOT LESS QUICKLY...?
He can't even imagine it. Thor, the mighty Thor, bested and downed in such a violent way, and his boyfriend had to see it, had to feel like it was his fault, even when it really wasn't. God, god... Teddy had heard about some of the horrors, dealt with some of them himself, but he'd never thought it was this bad. His heart thuds painfully in his chest, not just for Billy but for the image in his head, for Thor, for everyone who had to fight in such a way.
He can't even imagine it...
All he can do is let out a whispered "Oh my god..." before he tries to do something else for him. He shifts, as much as his clothes can let him, to be a little bigger, a little greener, a little more like Hulkling form. His arms easily cover Billy's smaller frame, and they keep him to his chest to let him cry as much as he needs to.
He keeps thinking he should say something to this, needs to say something... but he can't. All the words he want to say don't sound appropriate to what he just heard, the revelation that Thor had his arm ripped off... He feels useless, so he does all he can do.
He just holds him, a large hand stroking Billy's hair while he shut his eyes against the images in his head. He can't even imagine it...]