My name is Thor. I am the son of Odin, brother of Loki, betrothed to Sif. My father is a King God and I am set to inherit the throne of Asgard, where I come from. I hold the power of the heavens in Mjolnir. I am as quick as the lighting I control, by my hand I have slayed many foes of Asgard, but it is also by my hand that the truce with the Frost Giants was broken. By my hand, with my pride.
These are not truths learned by searching my own memory fully. These are truths read from a graphic novel detailing my origins, my life, my adventures with the Avengers. These are not truths I know, these are truths extracted from my subconscious by Ariadne who is kind enough to show patience where I lack much.
I want nothing more than to feel certain that these are my memories and they are real but even if they are my subconscious, even if the novel is incredibly accurate to my tale up until arriving here I can not help but feel these truths are not real. Yet they must be for I would not exclaim them so boldly to all if they were not.
I find myself unable to find a true peace here though it comes quick for Donald Blake. He finds his peace in others and in his work, but what work is there for me? What evil is there for me to defeat? Is this a part of my father's punishment? To live a life without battle?
There is but a few who bring me to thinking of others and not myself and as of late is has been Ariadne. She is in my dreams often, those she controls and those she does not. At times, in the ones not controlled, it is her sitting on my bed and speaking of betrothal, not Sif. She reminds me much of Jane Foster, who was also very good to me, but Donald loved Jane.
Donald does not feel for Ariadne how I do, his heart is with another. I wish I had my own body. Donald is like a brother to me but I can not see how I can function as my own person if I am constantly sharing my place in this universe with another. I am certain Donald feels the same way.
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