It had been one year.

A whole entire year since they had stood here.

Blue eyes stared out across the ashen landscape. Everything was grey here, as if it had had the life sucked out of it. Just like it had been on that day. He shook his head, forcing the tears that collected in his eyes to splatter against the ground in honour of his brother's sacrifice. Why could he not save him? Everyone else he managed to save but the one person who needed it most.

This had been the hardest decision that he had ever had to make. If only he hadn't had to. But this was the right thing to do and he would always do that. No matter the cost. No matter the cost.

Bending to one knee, he reached out to touch the ash, his fingers trailing in the remains of the dead world. Everything was lost here, even the bodies of the dead.

Loki had not deserved this. He deserved a decent burial - to be set off on a ship, to be remembered in song. Bt his name remained unsung and forgotten by all but the one that the trickster had tried to kill most often.

A sad smile plagued Thor's face and he closed his eyes. He would given up Jane and the life that he had built to change the situation. He would change places with his brother - he would live with the difficulties of finding out he was born of the creatures of nightmares. He would do his best to cope with that and with any luck, there would be no more deaths. He may even get to see Jane once more.

It had been a whole entire year since they had stood here.

Thor closed his eyes.