It had been months since Loki's fall and Thor's feelings had not changed. He still had good days, and he still had bad days. Now Thor suspected his friends were growing tired of the bad days since he could never seem to find them when he was having one. He had also heard a few of his "friends" whispering about how he should be over "it" by now.
Thor scoffed at the idea. Did they even know what "it" was? No. No, they didn't. Plus, did they think he was doing this on purpose? Thor sighed and leaned back against the bench he was sitting on. Knowing that they would never dare say such a thing to his face troubled him. They could talk behind his back, but not have the courage to say it to him? It was cowardly, and they were to be warriors one day. But it was wise, for if they had dared to speak their opinion to Thor, he would have surely introduced them to Mjölnir.
Thor looked at the flowers that were blooming. It had been weeks since he had ventured out into the garden, and he had forgotten how peaceful it was. He knew that the garden and the library are ... were two of Loki's favourite spots to sit and read. The bench Thor was sitting on was known as "Loki's bench," not only because it was where Loki would sit, but also because Loki had carved his name into one of the wooden planks when he was just a young boy.
Thor smiled as he took the bottom of his cape into his hand and stroked the small patch of green on the inside. Brushing his thumb over the green fabric, Thor thought about how many times he had poked himself with the needle while he sewed the patch on. He was good at wielding many weapons, but his big hands were no match for the small needle. Loki would have snickered or rolled his eyes at Thor, but his attempt was successful and that was all that mattered.
Thor wasn't sure where to place this day; was it good or bad? Did it matter? It was getting close to dinner-time and his mood kept going up and down. Right now it was what people would call a peaceful sadness or a reflecting sadness. Thor was reflecting on Loki, on everything that had happened; the good and the bad. While it made Thor sad, it also filled him with other emotions. Longing and pain, but also happiness. At least, a little bit of happiness.
He was happy he had known Loki; happy he got to watch Loki grow up. He was happy that they went camping and told stories together. He was happy that he had witnessed Loki's story-telling abilities. He was happy that he had known Loki, and that he had Loki as his brother. Thor went to wipe away the fresh tears that appeared, but lowered his hand before it touched them. Leaning over above the wonky carved "LOKI", Thor let his tears fall.
"It will be okay, Thor."
Thor jumped and whipped his head in all directions, ready to ask what Loki had meant. Except Loki wasn't there. No one was there, but Thor knew he had heard Loki's voice. He knew it, and hearing Loki tell him it would be okay made him think that maybe it would, and he let himself smile. Not a forced smile, not a sad smile, but an actual, genuine "I'm going to be okay" smile, and the flowers in all their bloom seemed to smile right back at him as he shut his eyes and let the sounds of the garden fill his head.