my heart is caged

Mercury let out a harsh laugh when Thistle told him to stop that he was everything Ragnar wanted in a son but in truth he considered her words to be empty because he knew the truth. “You don't have to say that to make me feel better about it, it's ok, really. I'm the prodigal son. Gunnar wants the attention anyway,” And Mercury wanted it to all go away. In reality, he wanted a black hole to open up and swallow him whole, but that wasn't going to happen any time soon and he doubted that all of his was just going to vanish under the rug like he severely wished it would. “Because that sounds like the ultimate spouse,” Mercury mumbled under his breath, hoping that Thistle hadn't caught it. It begged the question if his biological father was a loser how much of him was a loser; and being told that he reminded everyone of Crete didn't, exactly, fuel Mercury's confidence any. Why did he want to be like some moron who knocked girls up and left 'em? How many half siblings did he have running around? Like he really wanted to be compared to a twat like that. “I didn't say you were supposed to know it. I just said that Ein isn't a name and it isn't my name.” Ein was insulting to him and he didn't want to be associated with a number any longer. He wasn't a number. He wasn't cattle for slaughter, though right now that's sort of what he felt like.