The Aesir were not gods, they were born, the lived and eventually they died.
At the end of his very long life Thor Odinson looked up at the midnight sky and out into the universe around him.
He took a deep breath of the cool night air, leaning heavily on the low wall of his balcony and watched the lights of the patrolling guards below him, there torches glowing in the dark city.
He had hoped the night air would help with the restless worry that had been troubling him. Truthfully he longed for battle, a good fight to help clear his mind but the nine realms were at peace and his old body no longer held the strength it once had.
Sighing he turned and walked back into his rooms, letting his mind wander as he made his way through the castle.
His thoughts turned, as they often did these days to the days of his youth; standing tall against the hordes at the gates of Asgard or alongside his mortal allies in the protection of Midgard. The enemies long vanquished and the friends and family lost along the way.
He had always been restless as a child and never quite outgrown it, even now the guards barely reacted to him walking past
them in the middle of the night, they were long used to his walks.
His stubborn refusal to take the throne had often been a source of tension with his father but when Odin went to his eternal rest Thor accepted his duty. He tried to be a good and wise king, following the lessons he had learned, from his father and from his own trials in life and while he had no heirs to take up his throne he knew Asgard would be safe under its new steward.
His only worry was his hammer, Mjolnir, hanging heavy at his his death he feared many would try to seise Mjolnir, the people or Asgard were good people but they were not perfect, and there were many outside its borders that would desire the power Mjolnir could give and though such people would never be worthy of his hammer and unable to wield it they would hurt many in their greed.
His feet had lead him to the bridge that spanned the distance between the city and the Bifrost that sat out in void beyond Asgard, the great rainbow bridge that allowed travel between the nine realms.
He stopped halfway to look into the void beyond, the bridge was safe but anyone foolish enough to fall off into the endless void would be lost to the empty nothingness between worlds.
staring out into the void he smiled as an idea began to form, it was rash and possibly foolish like the ideas of his youth which only made the idea all the more appealing.
He would send Mjolnir, out into the endless space to find a new wielder.
Taking Mjolnir in his hand Thor checked the many enhancements that that been cast upon it throughout the years and while he was not as skilled in the craft as his father or his long departed brother and no one could match the dwarfs who first forged the hammer, he had learnt enough over his life to check and strengthen them as necessary.
As he checked and rechecked the hammer again he realised he was stalling, he chuckled, Mjolnir had been by his side for aeons, forged for him at the command of his father, It would be hard to part with but it had to be done.
Smiling at his actions when he was normally more decisive he drew his arm back and cast Mjolnir into the darkness.
He continued to watch long after Mjolnir was out of sight, until the bells in the city rang in the dawn and disturbed his revere, turning he began the walk back to his throne.
A week later Thor Odinson would pass quietly in his sleep.
Mjolnir flew through the endless void and deep into the multitude of worlds beyond. few had dared travel unprotected through the void and those that had rarely survived. Those who did were never the same, often driven made by the things they saw.
Aeons passed in days, days in centuries, until the hammer reached a world where it could feel people worthy of its power.
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I blame bordem, netflix and watching Avengers+EMH and both Thor movies back to back for this, once again this is unbeta'd so constructive feedback is always welcome