Just something I wrote when I was pondering what it must have been like for Thor after Loki let go. Thor's POV, except it's in second person.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters, nor do I own the cover picture.
You're reminded of him each time it rains.
You stand and stare out the window, the raindrops falling as silver as his tongue could spin words. And you remembered the times you huddled close, when he would climb into your bed in the middle of the night because he was terrified, and he felt so cold. You would hug him close as he shivered, and tell him that everything was alright. You were there. You would always be there.
"I'm afraid of the dark," he would murmur, his pupils so large they were all darkness, with only the faintest traces of green around the edges.
"It calls to me" he would whisper.
"It's always calling."
And you would hug him closer.
You're reminded of him each time you find that you can't breathe, suffocating on the memories and the pain he left behind. You wake up screaming and reaching for his hand, but the dreams slip away just as he did, and you find yourself wandering around aimlessly, lost and hurt and confused.
You spent your whole lives together, your whole immortal lives. He can't suddenly just be gone.
Walking down the empty hallways in the middle of the night, you remember how he could be walking behind you, and never make a sound. You keep thinking you'll see him when you turn and look around, but you can feel his absence pressing in around you.
And you can feel his presence in the darkness, calling. Always calling.
And his voice never leaves you alone.
You're reminded of him each time you see a shooting star fall, shining so bright only to fade into the darkness.
You remember the expression on his face and his hand letting go. What must have been going on in his mind, you'll never know. He always had such a capacity for emotion, but such a way of keeping it hidden. You wonder how long the pain was building up inside, and you realize you can't remember the last time that a smile reached his eyes.
When he fell, though you were held tight, he pulled a part of you down with him. And though you were dragged back to safety, you were already empty. You can feel the gaping hole where your heart should be. He left a nothingness that can't be filled.
You wander around lost, but you always end up in the same place. They call your name and search for you, only to find you curled up on his bed, his pillow damp with your tears, thinking you might as well be dead.
You'll force a smile on your face, but it never reaches your eyes. You don't feel happiness anymore.
To take your mind of him you train and train, in hopes that one day you'll be able to fight off your demons. That one day you'll be able to stand on your own in battle and not be stabbed in the back where he used to be beside you and holding them off. In hopes that you'll be too exhausted to cry yourself to sleep.
But every day it rains.