“He’s been raised to be the noble, obedient son, always living up to expectations. Asgard’s golden child. Pretty sure all that angst you can feel in your bond to him is him coming to grips with what he’s been raised to be is nothing like what he actually is. There’s no human mate for Thor’s perfect son, no mercy for his enemies, and most especially no trading of glory on the battlefield for a place next to a woman who might just end up being more powerful than he.
“It’ll take him a minute to learn to listen to his heart, not his father’s voice at the back of his thick skull telling him who he’s supposed to be.”
“You seem to be getting a lot more from our bond than I am,” I said, sighing at the thought of the agony I knew awaited once Modi woke up again and returned to his usual loathing
