he continues to FIGHT, not wanting to give in, hands
PRESSED against his head, fingers GRIPPED tightly
to his hair. it feels like he’s winning….maybe he WILL
win….except he was WRONG. the pressure built up
in his brain, && mjolnir FELL to his knees, hands shaking,
avoiding the GAZE of the man now controlling him.

                    ‘ i  i   i….y   yes. what is it you ^WISH? ‘

_{PERFECT; he had gotten them to yield. this control
WOULDN’T last forever, but for the amount of time
it would last? he’d make sure to do what was needed
( even if it could quite possibly destroy thousands of
lives ).} 

_{‘ many things, but for starters? i want to bring the world
down to it’s knees- after that? we’ll go from there.’}