Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, King of Asgard (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pirateangelbaby) wrote2019-05-09 09:15 pm
pirateangelbaby) wrote2019-05-09 09:15 pm
A Healing Touch [for coldsong]
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.
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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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.