whatthehellhappend

He runs his hand through close-cropped hair yet again, trying to get himself used to the strange lightness. The cut is crooked, he knows. He did it himself in Molly Hooper's bathroom. The cream-coloured sink is filled with severed dark curls. His long, pale hand returns to the small area of counter around the sink's bowl, resting on the opposite side of its twin. His lean shoulders and chest curl in with the weight supported by the heels of his hands. The man braces himself, then straightens his bent neck and looks in the grimy mirror. Sharp, quiet breath. Under the harsh, cheap lighting, his cheekbones are even more dramatic- his face is th

The cabin door slammed shut as you tossed your days kill on the floor with a frown, it wasn't much just a couple rabbits but at least you'd eat tonight. You huffed as you threw off your jacket then trucked down to the basement to start butchering the animals for dinner once they were on the stove cooking you settled down for a night of reading before bed. You jumped nearly ten feet off the chair you were sitting in when a pounding sound came from your door causing you to immediately snatch up your blade sitting on the table next to you before cautiously making your way to the door. You had been banished from Asgard years ago so obviously you