Thor (_thor) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2012-08-16 20:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~idun, ~thor |
Into The Woods ( Midgard. Tag : Idun )
It had been two weeks since Thor had discovered that his wife had been having an affair with one of his best friends. He hadn't asked for details, or the length of time it had been taking place. Simply because he couldn't bear to know specifics right then; but he had demanded to know if it was in fact, truth.
His actions afterwards were a blur. All he could recall were bits and pieces, fractured details that replayed themselves in his head over and over again. He remembered coming after Loki in a blind rage, uncaring of all else. He remembered how pitiful and small his own voice had sounded when he'd asked Sif, begged her; to tell him that it was only gossip, lies told by people who didn't know either of them, didn't know anything about their marriage. But she hadn't denied it.
He'd left Asgard after that.
If it weren't for his sons, and his beloved daughter Thrud, Thor would have stayed away for months at a time. So distraught and overwhelmed with the pain of that betrayal, he couldn't stand to be in the home that he had shared with Sif for any length of time. But even in his worst moments, where few would have been able to tolerate him, his children helped to anchor a sense of stability in him. And for that, if it were even possible; he adored them all the more. They were the reason he'd returned to Asgard periodically after everything that had happened. Seeing them made him happy, no matter what else happened to be falling apart.
When he wasn't with them, he spent every waking moment attempting to take out his frustrations against the Jotunheim. It helped chip away at some of what he felt, simply through distraction and having a physical outlet to channel all of his rage. When he grew tired, he would return to his temporary dwelling of late - an abandoned and out of the way cabin in Midgard that he'd come across one day while hunting. It was located in middle of an overgrown forest, surrounded by nothing but trees and ice. It suited him just fine for the time being.
It was there he found himself on this particularly cold evening, sitting in front of the empty fireplace of the cabin's small interior. He realized with dissatisfaction that for all his attempts to physically exhaust himself; the thoughts in his head remained active and repetitive as ever. The only time they were silent was when he was moving; and he longed desperately for those moments now. So much so that he decided abruptly that he wasn't going to sit here any longer; he was going to get up. He was running on empty in terms of strength, and had no particular destination in mind, but that none of that really mattered. He grabbed Mjolnir and stood up then. Incredibly weary but foolishly determined, he headed for the front door.