Thor’s mouth is open in that horrid scream and Sean is trying to cut himself open with a pair of scissors on Thor’s desk.

It should be easy. His veins are swollen, impossibly so, just like the veins around Thor’s face. Sean could get a paper cut and he might wind up bleeding out.

But his hands are shaking and his brother is screaming and his eyes are burning and he’s afraid.

Fuck it. He squeezes his eyes shut and plunges the dull blade into his arm.

His nerves shriek in alarm but he’s already ripping the blade out and staggering to Thor.

He doesn’t know why he’s doing this. He just knows he has to. His body is moving with only half of his conscious thought.

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It takes a moment after leaning heavily on the bed that he realizes the color of his blood is wrong. It’s red, but it’s… off. Darker. Glimmering, almost.

He feels like he’s in a trance when he takes his arm and lets that glimmering blood drip into his brother’s mouth. Thor chokes but he keeps going, massaging Thor’s throat to help him swallow.

After a minute, Thor’s hands slowly come up and grip his arm tightly, pulling the wound closer to his mouth. The veins of strain go down, and a little bit of color returns.

Sean is dizzy. He doesn’t know how long he’s been doing this. But soon his knees buckle and he falls, tearing his arm away from Thor.

Blood loss is a bitch.

“Sean.”

“Thor?!” He pushes up too quickly, and winds up falling flat on his face again.

He hears the blankets swish with movement, and then Sean is looking up with one eye at impossible blue eyes glowing from within. There’s a delirious, twisted, feverish smile on Thor’s face.

“Look for the man with golden eyes.” He says. And then his eyes go dark.