A Healing Touch [for coldsong]

[pirateangelbaby]

A week after the world came to an end, after the shock has faded to deeper-seated grief and he has been forced to venture out of his solitary room every day, Thor has managed to scrape enough of himself together that he no longer feels ready to fall to pieces at the slightest pressure. Still fractured, still broken pieces held together through his sheer force of will, weaker than it once was in the face of his greatest defeat. But holding, nonetheless.

It feels like an eternity and yet no time at all, but Loki's words have dug deep and planted roots in what's left of his heart, and he knows he cannot shirk his duty. He is still the king of Asgard, and he is needed, no matter how few remain alive. He is not the only one who has lost everything, not the only one struggling to make sense of this horrible new reality they have found themselves in, and if anything, his responsibility in not stopping the slaughter makes it even more necessary that he start making an effort to help those he has harmed so grievously.

For that... he must start by seeing to the refugees. Or by letting them see to him.

Thor hasn't been back to the Nexus since that awful day, but Loki had given him what he needs to return and find what he's looking for. He scribbles a brief note that he shall return and leaves it on the common room table, then retrieves Stormbreaker and ventures outside to open the Bifrost and cut across the dimensions to his destination.

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[pirateangelbaby]

Hope indeed, a tiny fragile thing, needing great care if it is to grow and flourish. And it is something that they all need a great deal more of, in these troubled times, and Thor more than most. Hope that there is still more he can do, that his failure can still be corrected.

He does not know what the future holds for the baby, for any of them, but they are safe and alive, and for this moment that is enough. "I would like to see her again. Both of you." His smile is subdued, but sincere nonetheless.

Thor is not entirely unused to children being shy around him, whether because of his size or his presence, or his rank. Maybe they're right to be wary of him, after everything that has happened, everything he has done or failed to do. Or maybe he does look as badly as he feels, and for ones so young as these, they may not have much experience yet with wounded warriors. But as diminished and tired as he feels, he selfishly hopes that they won't be intimidated by him for long. "It's good to meet you all. Or again, as the case may be," he adds, putting in an effort to muster a smile for Sigrid, hoping to put her at ease. All of them, really. "My brother has been telling me how special you all are."

[coldsong]

"Are you going to be her uncle?" Solvi is teasing a bit, but there may be some hope there, too. Jorunn's father is dead, lost in the fight against Hela. Some reliable male influence would be a relief. A little backup. And Loki's statement that they're practically kin has emboldened her a little. "She's a lucky one, then."

"What does that leave for me?" Loki pretends to be indignant. "Am I not at least a godparent?"

"Maybe I'll wait and let her decide," Solvi tells him archly, and he laughs.

"Too late for that. You're stuck with the both of us."

The laughter prompts an excited squeal from Eindrid, and Sigrid gathers him into her arms to keep him from flinging blocks around. A tickle-fight seems to be imminent. Agnarr, meanwhile, studies Thor with eyes too serious and thoughtful for a child his age, but after a moment he gets up from the floor and tentatively comes over to sit next to Thor, saying nothing but giving him an earnest look and leaning close.

"He does not speak just now," Loki tells Thor softly. "But that's all right. He will get his voice back with time."

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor does not remember the entire census they'd taken of the survivors on the Statesman, but there had been a few that had managed to keep their families, in part if nothing more. After the massacre... it seems so unlikely that many still remain. Sigrid and Eindrid may be more fortunate than they know. They have all lost friends and family both, and though it tears at his heart that this is something that they share, there is a dark sort of comfort in it. Perhaps for the first time in his life, Thor thinks he might understand why the Allfather is named as such, why he is needed to bind Asgard together. Now, more than ever.

He does not know if he is up for the task, not now, not yet. But uncle... that doesn't sound so bad.

There's a fond, faint smile on his lips as Loki draws Solvi into bantering with him, edged with heartache. "'Uncle Loki' does have a nice ring to it," he muses, scratching his beard as if in thought. "It'd be a shame not to use it."

Agnarr's silence is troubling, if not terribly surprising. The boy is old enough to fully understand what has happened, or well enough, and too young to know how to cope with the horrors he has lived through. Thor himself scarcely knows how, even at his age, even with the countless battles he's seen over the centuries. But never with this scale of loss, not to Asgard, nor the universe. He does not know if he can be a pillar of strength for others with his own foundations so broken, but it seems a small thing to put his arm around the boy when he leans close, tucking him safe and secure against his side.

"That's all right," he agrees quietly, turning his head toward the youngster to see him better. "I have not done much speaking this past week either. Words aren't always what we need for ourselves, are they?"

[coldsong]

They're very fortunate, and in part Loki is inclined to chalk it up to Sigrid's grit. She was keeping an eye on her brother, as she had no doubt been asked to do from a very early age. Loki has a number of reasons for favoring this pair, though he's trying to be fair and tend to all of the lost ones. They all need attention, of various sorts and to varying degrees, and while he most certainly does feel out of his depth, there is some satisfaction to be gained, not just exhaustion, in caring for them.

"Uncle Loki," Loki repeats, and looks decidedly uncertain about it, if still amused. "No, I think you're right, Solvi, we'll let Jorunn decide."

Loki watches Thor with the boy, a hint of relief in his eyes. The ones who cannot speak, he finds harder to deal with. Agnarr has been gentle, perfectly behaved, no trouble at all, and still so obviously damaged. He can deal with children who act out. Not so much the ones who do not. He dares to hope Thor can help, if only with his presence.

"Perhaps I rely too much on words," Loki says. And Agnarr says nothing, but curls up and snuggles into Thor's side gratefully. It's clearly some kind of help.

"There are two other children staying here, Una and Saeve, but Rindr took them out to get shoes that fit properly," Loki says. "They had soft slippers for the ship, but the ground here is a bit more rugged."

[pirateangelbaby]

He does not expect an answer from the boy, but the way Agnarr unhesitatingly settles against Thor's side is more than enough. It's difficult not to think of what must have happened to the boy's family, to all the children's families, and wonder what will happen to them all in the uncertain days ahead. But there is a small comfort to have that small warm body nestled against his ribs in the crook of his only arm, proof of at least one life saved.

Thor carefully does not think of the void on his other side, the stark absence of both a second child to embrace, and an arm with which to do it.

Instead he turns his attention to Loki, absently rubbing small, soothing circles on Agnarr's shoulder. It's an unpleasant reality that none of them had been prepared enough to leave Asgard, let alone the Statesman, but Thor is of a slightly better mind to think on it now than he was before. He pushes down the guilt, the failure of his duties to keep his people safe, as best he can. There will be time for that later, when he's no longer surrounded by tangible reminders of what little he'd managed to save. "Good. That's... that's good. I'm sorry to have missed them. Maybe the next time I visit."

Whether it is to have Fǫnn check that he is healing well, or perhaps to remind himself on his darker days that there are those who still live because of him, there will be a next time. Thor is certain of very little anymore, but if it is within his power, he will do it. Even if he does little more than sit with Agnarr in silence together, or watches the baby sleep. And perhaps, if the fates are kind and the Infinity Stones are found, one day soon he will be able to bring them good news of his own.