make cheese, not war // human au, jor

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JORMUNGAND

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"Nickname basis? Wouldn't say that. Just sounds better than fucking Jormungand. Don't know what my mother was smoking when she decided to give me that name. Pretty nice though, but I prefer Jor. Or, y'know, others just call me please, and don't kill me for some random reason." He lifted a shoulder in a shrug, a smirk playing on his face as he watched zir look at his scar. "Like what you see?" He joked, the smile twitching the cut on his lip. He ignored the comments on the war stuff and waved it off casually.

"Yeah, sorry about all that babycakes, but war is war, it's all in the past. I wouldn't want you on a battlefield anyways, you'd probably end up killing your own teammates. I like that though." He lifted an eyebrow. "Don't know how offended you get talking about about your brother but to be honest, I don't really care." He leant forwards, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Oh, so you heard rumors, eh?" He chuckled, a dark sound. "Not sure which you've heard, but if they're as bad as I've heard, it's probably all fake. I'm even more of a monster than the media portrays me to be. Torturing, killing, slicing people's faces open in front of a mirror, making them watch their body parts get cut off, having friends come around, get drunk, and play piñata with a victim... I'm just getting started." The smile grew on his face as the good times happened with Junkboy, Loki and the gang. But they split ways, and he had killed most of them. No regrets.

"Anything else you'd like to know about me, darling?" He sat back and spread his hands.

#psychosocial.