Everything was white. Painful and hot; there seemed to be no end to the sensation of falling. He had resigned himself to an eternity of descent in they way that one does at the end. He found his thoughts drift with more purpose than he until he recalled a memory of her and held onto it tightly.
He did not expect to be glad when the pain ended. It had a purpose and now there was nothing. The words played over again, summing up every feeling of inadequacy. The void within him now encompassing him.
He tried to open his eyes but found only nothing when he did. A hazy mauve and flesh toned combination that made his head ache. When he tried to speak there was nothing through which the sound could travel. For a long time he cursed his powers that allowed him to live. Then he found the thought laughable. This was not living. Be had gotten what he had wished for in a fashion only he could have dreamed up.
He thought often of Frigga. He vaguely remembered someone loving him once and he reflected on the nice feeling it had brought.
A lot of the time he thought of home. The ice walls and cool palaces of the eternal winter. A small voice tried to tell him that had never been his home and he had never seen these places but it was regularly silenced and he was too tired to try and coax it back.
He had been cast aside, second to all and kept as a peace mechanism. He was a peacemaker no longer. He would bring chaos to the place he had once called home. Then his spirits lifted in the sight of glory and revenge and all at once the void was gone.
He existed somewhere, something was different. There were creatures around him. The Chitauri.