Hemsworth was in his room. He'd taken a nap after their huge lunch and had just finished his shower. Looking himself over in the mirror, he was conflicted. The stuffing felt good. It was a bit of control he hadn't had in a long time and he wanted that again, though with the way Pratt was talking, it sounded more like he was wanting the hunger to take control of them and that was not something Hemsworth was willing to do. But on the other hand, his current physique is something he was extremely proud of. It was literally what made his career. He'd be ruined if he let it go. And that wasn't even bringing his brothers into account, who were both younger and also in the movie industry but weren't nearly as big as he was.
That solved it. He'd made enough to live a decadent lifestyle off of already and his brothers, although not as successful as him, still made enough to take care of their family several times over. He could just indulge for now and let them handle everything else. It wasn't like he couldn't get back in shape with the snap of his fingers if he needed to. Or even get a trainer to keep his muscles up even if he didn't stop.
But he also remembered the teasing he'd seen from his "Fat Thor" scenes in Endgame. He really hadn't expected the backlash and wasn't sure he was ready for that in reality.
"Dammit." He growled at his reflection, leaning against the bathroom counter. "Why do I care so much what others think about my appearance? Because it's who I am. It's the symbol of my entire success and worth. Do I want to give it up?" He looked his reflection right in the eyes. There was a tiredness and conflict in them he remembered from childhood when he first decided to take up acting, following in his parent's footsteps. Doing this wouldn't be getting him out of other's footsteps though, it would just put him in Pratt's footsteps. Unless...
He grinned at his reflection. He wanted control. That's what he really wanted. He had the body and wealth of the top 1% of men. His size alone gave off an aura of power. He could have anyone he wanted and he knew it. If he let himself go, that aura would likely disappear. Unless he kept up the workouts. He'd seen some of those powerlifters and such. Sure, not the most attractive guys, but they definitely still had that aura of power. He could definitely pull that off.
And if Pratt really wanted to let go, he'd make sure he also let go. And if he could really get Evans into it as well without him even noticing, all the better.
That decide, he pushed himself up. He'd let himself eat whatever he wanted but would continue with his trainer and in the meantime, whenever Pratt pushed him to eat, he'd make him eat at least the same of everything on top of his own food. As for Evans, well, he'd come up with something.
His plan in mind, he rubbed his soon-to-be-gone abs and went to grab a snack from the kitchen. He frowned at that. He'd have to get a mini-fridge for his room.
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