Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, King of Asgard (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pirateangelbaby) wrote2019-04-20 08:12 pm
pirateangelbaby) wrote2019-04-20 08:12 pm
A Private Funeral
Blue-gray waves lap at the gravelly shore of the sea, glinting with the last glimpse of red sunset as the skies darken with twilight, strange stars tracing out unfamiliar constellations in the blackness above.
It's not the same as home, the skies too dark without the glow of Asgard's nebula to illuminate the night, but perhaps that's for the best. In this darkness, Thor can almost pretend that the Great Waterfall lies just beyond the range of his sight, carrying endless waves over the edge of the world into the void.
A small wooden ship rests on the beach, only large enough for one warrior rather than the three it represents, but he has little in the way of resources and the Warriors Three have long traveled as one company. Perhaps it's fitting that they should be carried to the golden hall of Valhalla the same way. Their grave goods lie together, a small offering of blades and armor, the closest to his friends' favored arms as he could find, swathed in silks of black, red, and blue.
It doesn't feel like enough. But their bodies burned with Asgard itself, and Thor has nothing else of theirs to send to the sea and stars. It will have to do.
A small stone-circled fire burns a little further up the beach, accompanied by a pair of camp chairs and a small cooler of ale, for after the burning. Across the arms of one chair rests a bow, and an arrow properly prepared to carry flame.
The Warriors Three deserve far more than this, but Thor is not certain he could bear to hold such a massive burning for all those who were lost, not if he is to be the strong king that Asgard needs in these uncertain days. Just the sumbel aboard the Statesman in the week after Ragnarok had been difficult enough, as those who remained had moved from shock to grief, grasping at what little tradition they could uphold to ease the pain.
No, Thor cannot grieve in front of them, not when he must be the king. But he is not entirely without friends, and for those... for her... he can still be Thor, instead. No matter how little she remembers what she's lost, just yet. She will. And he would not deprive her of this chance to say goodbye, too.
It's not the same as home, the skies too dark without the glow of Asgard's nebula to illuminate the night, but perhaps that's for the best. In this darkness, Thor can almost pretend that the Great Waterfall lies just beyond the range of his sight, carrying endless waves over the edge of the world into the void.
A small wooden ship rests on the beach, only large enough for one warrior rather than the three it represents, but he has little in the way of resources and the Warriors Three have long traveled as one company. Perhaps it's fitting that they should be carried to the golden hall of Valhalla the same way. Their grave goods lie together, a small offering of blades and armor, the closest to his friends' favored arms as he could find, swathed in silks of black, red, and blue.
It doesn't feel like enough. But their bodies burned with Asgard itself, and Thor has nothing else of theirs to send to the sea and stars. It will have to do.
A small stone-circled fire burns a little further up the beach, accompanied by a pair of camp chairs and a small cooler of ale, for after the burning. Across the arms of one chair rests a bow, and an arrow properly prepared to carry flame.
The Warriors Three deserve far more than this, but Thor is not certain he could bear to hold such a massive burning for all those who were lost, not if he is to be the strong king that Asgard needs in these uncertain days. Just the sumbel aboard the Statesman in the week after Ragnarok had been difficult enough, as those who remained had moved from shock to grief, grasping at what little tradition they could uphold to ease the pain.
No, Thor cannot grieve in front of them, not when he must be the king. But he is not entirely without friends, and for those... for her... he can still be Thor, instead. No matter how little she remembers what she's lost, just yet. She will. And he would not deprive her of this chance to say goodbye, too.