Who: Thor Odinson & Open What: Thor is having a bad night Where: A Park When: Late Friday Night
It started, as it always did, with a small, thin intrusive thought. He had been in his room, which is where he often sequestered himself too when not with the Starks, and had been drinking from the alcohol that had been there. It was a strange feeling, when he was in New Asgard, all he could think about was Asgard, but now that he was here all the could think about was the rolling hills of New Asgard. He wondered if Korg and Meik were okay-- he knew that he wasn’t really absent if all was to be believed, but they were the only people left whom he had sworn to protect, and he couldn’t help but think he was failing.
But that’s what he did, didn’t he? And maybe it was better if they were away from him. What had he done that was worthwhile? He had failed to end three separate genocides--- the people whom he could not protect from Hela before Asgard was destroyed; the people he could not evacuate from the ship before Thanos blew it up; the people of Earth who had been destroyed in the blink of an eye because he could not end Thanos like he should have.
He held his mother's locket in his hand, and for a moment, he thought about his home. If he had been a better brother, could he have saved Loki from the path he’d taken? If he had been more attentive, would he have realized his father was on Midgard and dying? If he hadn’t brought Jane to Asgard-- would his mother still be alive?
Eventually, it was too much. He could feel the crackle of lightening under his skin, and knew he had to get out of the apartment. Fresh air hadn’t helped the half-buzzed craving for more numbness. Thor didn’t pay much mind to how much time he’d spent at the bar, but it was a while. Beer after beer after beer, Thor fell into pleasant numbness.
He wasn’t sure when he left the bar, he didn’t remember the stumble-walk that had taken place to move him to the park. He was laying in the middle of the nature area. It reminded him of Norway, even though he could still see the skyscrapers looming over head, and he sang an old Asgard folk song under his breath as he stared up at the sky, letting small bits of lightning crackle off of him, filling the air with a small bit of static.