Why won't you come home?
I miss your sly wit and the pranks you'd play
on all the servants and soldiers.
I miss your presence, standing at my side
with your shining eyes and smile that said
you were always three steps ahead
as we all know you were.
I miss you, Cow, my brother
and your council and advice that
shone, bespeaking wisdom and
loyalty though I oft did not listen.
I hate you not for the blood in
your veins, nor do I your brother
and friend look down upon you
in anyway under the stars.
Frost giant or Asgardian,
or human mortal, I don't
care what you are. You are my brother
and I love you and I want you to come
home.
"What are you writing, Thor?"
The god of Thunder jolted upright in his chair, banging his knee against the table, creating a thin crack along the surface. Hastily, he crumpled up the sheet he'd been writing on and threw it into a waste bin.
"Nothing Captain," he said nodding to his friend and teammate. "Just getting my thoughts down onto paper. They are clearer that way." He stood up abruptly, awkwardly, and gave Captain America a pat on the shoulder. "I will see you at the briefing."