What Do I Do Now?
*Warning* If you haven't seen Endgame yet and care very much about spoilers, I would advise you to venture further into this story. Now, those of you staying, this takes place just after Thor killed Thanos and has recently set up the new Asgard. It's just basically the start of Thor becoming the Thor who drinks to no end and has gained a lot of weight in five years. Aka the most hilarious Thor ever.
The god of thunder's head crashes down on the smooth wooden surface of the brand-new table in his hastily crafted hut. The collision is painful for sure, he's certain that he's hit three or four little knick-knacks found in the back of his brother's room long ago and placed them on the table as a sign of regret. 'You couldn't save him,' the voice constantly whispers, 'he would have been completely fine right now, but you couldn't gather up the strength to save your own family.'
"Get out," Thor mumbles, closing his eyes in an attempt to block the current state of reality. "Get out, get out, get out, get out." If he clears his mind just enough, he can get close to picturing his once perfect world.
Loki, Odin and Jord standing beside his throne, his brother hopefully staying out of trouble but keeping that mischievous smirk Thor's secretly come to rely on.
The people of Asgard happy and grateful to their ruler, the mighty Thor. Laughter and praise fill the streets, carefree and perfect.
And if the god squints just right, he can see the faint shape of Jane Foster, far off in the distance. She's smiling and waving, just as perfect as everything else imagined in his kingdom.
It's the only thing getting him through, without this beautiful state of bliss he would be a hollow shell with nothing left inside but sorrow and emptiness. Here, he was able to escape, leave everything he didn't want to take with him behind.
Perfect but destroyed. Everything he wanted yet everything he didn't need.
Thor sighs in content, sinking further and further into his fantasy, his forehead grinding harder and harder into the tough wood.
"Thor." A female's voice startles back into this new, broken reality.
Thor growls slightly, reaching for his weapon, fully prepared to blast whoever disrupted him and his wonderous daydream.
"Oh, put that foolish hammer down, Thor. I'm not here to fight you, I helped you build this place right?"
Thor freezes, recognizing the voice as Valkyrie's. "My apologies, old friend," he replies, replacing the tool quickly. He clasps his hands together, resting them on his chin. "What can I do for you?" The god's gotten steadily worse at disguising his pain over the past couple of weeks, something he didn't excel at even before what happened. He knows Valkyrie sees the pain in his eyes, it's an unnecessary task to try to cover it up. She knows he sees worry in her eyes and doesn't make an attempt to hide it. He'll just see it anyways.
"Have you even moved today?" Valkyrie sighs in distaste, nudging a box full of who knows what with her foot.
"But of course!" Thor exclaims, pointing over at the little sink with a ceramic bowl in it and drenched with milk. "I had breakfast. There's this food mortals eat for breakfast called cereal of all things, and I've stumbled upon a real delightful kind of it, a brand called Count Chocula. It's very sweet and- "
"Thor!" Valkyrie snaps and he quits talking about cereal, not quite meeting her eyes. "Your people haven't even seen you in four days. You're their leader, Thor, and you're their leader for a reason, not just some random god we found sitting on a corner."
The god stands up immediately, towering over her with his height. "I'm not their leader anymore!" he shouts. "I stopped being leader when that big purple grape snapped his fingers and turned our lives into a personal hell."
"Need I remind you that you killed that grape?" Valkyrie replies; eye contact never wavering.
"Killing him didn't bring everyone he killed back," Thor whispers softly, collapsing back in the chair, slumping over.
She doesn't offer him any comfort, just stands completely still while his head resumes its previous position crashed against the solid built wood.
This wasn't a brand-new process with them. Yesterday had gone with Valkyrie threatening to drag his entire chair outside, yielding little results.
"Just leave and let me go back," he murmurs into the desk.
"You know I can't do that." She places her hands on her hips, prepared for a standoff that might take minutes, might take hours. "You killed him eventually, didn't you? He can't hurt your people any longer because of you. You saved them, Thor Odinson."
"Unless you want a nice big bowl of Count Chocula, which I highly recommend, I would advise you get out of my house until tomorrow, old friend."
Valkyrie's stubborn, but she knows when to admit defeat. "Alright," she responds, dejected, "I'll see you tomorrow when you'll come out of here."
She takes one last lingering disappointed look at him before starting towards the door.
"Valkyrie, wait."
She pauses at the door, hand reaching out slightly to turn the doorknob. "What do you need?"
Thor's fingers tap lightly on the desk, keeping his gaze aimed at his feet. "Get me a drink? A beer sounds very delicious at the moment."
She rolls her eyes but nods after a few seconds, returning back a couple minutes later, holding one of the three-foot-tall wooden barrels holding a few gallons of beer.
"You're pouring this yourself, it'll give you a good chance to stand up," she says briefly, dumping the barrel roughly on the small kitchen table before making her way out of his house for the second time.
With a groan, Thor extracts himself from his chair, hobbling over to the beer. He pours the amber substance from the barrel into one of the thin glasses, sloppily crafted in the rush to quickly build New Asgard.
He downs the cold, crisp liquid, the alcohol burning his throat. It's a slight comfort after a few more drinks of the beer as he slips into drunkenness.
In the haze of his alcohol-induced subconscious, Thor makes a mental note to be drunk all the time.
He forgets about everything, doesn't have to think about everything. He doesn't even have to make his own daydream.
Thor pours more beer into his glass pushing away the thought this is a bad idea.
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