#in my namor feelz

[tenochconamor]

Namor's trauma started before he was born.

Namor was born a king without a kingdom. Because of colonialism, slavery and disease his mother was coerced into ingesting a potentially dangerous substance to keep them safe.

He was born different, revered and worshipped yes, but also restricted by the burden of the responsibility of leading his people from a young age.

Namor's people called him K'uk'ulkan but his mother called him something else. When she taught him the language of her ancestors, she called his name, when she taught him their history, she called his name. When she taught him how to care for himself and his people after she was gone, she called his name.

Namor watching his mother grow old and die was not his first encounter with trauma but it was the first time he was aware of it. How helpless did he feel, worshipped as a god to his people but powerless to slow the effects of aging on his mother. His mother would have been the only person alive to keep him grounded, the person he could share his very human worries with, the first person he loved, the only person who knew his name.

Namor only wanted to bury his mother and honor her wishes but, nothing goes as planned for Namor, nothing ever does. If Namor had any sort of childhood innocence left after his mother died, the anger he felt watching people like him tied up, whipped and enslaved, set it ablaze. He lost his mother, devised a way to breath on land to honor her wishes and killed a man in cold blood for the first time all in a short amount of time.

El nino sin amor ~ a child without love.

Namor wears his trauma like an amour. Holding on to the dying words of the Spanish priest he killed, Namor sees the world that could produce such unnecessary suffering as his enemy.

So he creates a divide. There are only his people and his enemies. His people he would protect, provide and care for with every resource available to him because they're his connection to the first and only person that really saw him as human, the only one that ever spoke his name. Namor would move mountains for the people he loves. He would bring down the sun for them. He would fight everlasting wars for them.