(inspiration struck. this is set around the ending of Thor: 2011. hopefully I did Thor's character justice within the context of this movie! enjoy!)
You find him on the terrace, away from the hustle and bustle. Away from the laughter, victory speeches, and the gorging of food. He stares out at the skyline, with the stars and the fading of light intertwining. Asgard has always been beautiful, a shining, golden beacon to all of the Nine Realms.
Tonight, however, in the sea of revelry and joy, Asgard looks less like a promise of the future and more like the echo of a past that is fading away faster by the second. There has been much that has changed, and as you suspect, much that will continue to change.
He is kind, but he is sad.
After all, he lost his newfound love and his brother all within the span of a day. You can hardly blame him for not putting your relationship as a current priority. He has other pressing matters to attend to, he always has.
He stands tall but at the same time like there is an emptiness carved into his bones. He carries the hollow weight of his body around like there is little meaning or purpose in life. You don't exactly understand (you've never been in the kind of love that is held in his eyes - the kind of love that simmers and burns and rages all at once). It is more than the weight of regret or remorse. It is the grief of a relationship that was doomed from the start and one that was supposed to last forever.
He is new and old all at once. But in the grief, there is a remnant of hope that you can see in his eyes. That, maybe, not everything is lost to him.
"I am no fool, Thor Odinson." He does not startle (it still takes much to catch him off his guard) but he does turn around. You do not bother with curtsies or pleasantries, you have no use for them in this space. He opens his mouth but you put up your hand to stop him. "I do not expect you to keep promises that you never meant to fulfill even before you were exiled to Midgard."
"I was an arrogant boy then," He turns around to face the skyline as you come to stand next to him. Once or twice have you ever stood like equals, and before everything changes permanently, you relish in the feeling. "I knew nothing of what I was saying I would do, and I apologize for all that my childishness put you through. You deserved better."
You put your hand on his arm. "I do not require your apologies, nor do I request them. I am glad that your experiences have changed you. You are wiser and kinder... You are many of the things I had wished you would become since I first met you. And you are becoming them."
He gives a small smile, and you allow your hand to slip away, clasping both in front of you. He has known your heart better than you for many, many years, but it does change that he has never wished to be with you. Though he was reckless and arrogant and prone to anger far more than you ever liked, it did not also mean that he observed much and kept some distance from you for a reason. He has never been cruel but he had never been quite as careless with your heart as you had been earlier on in your life.
"You love another. I do not fault you for it. I simply wish to clearly relinquish any claim you feel ties me to you, and you to me. You are free to follow your heart wherever it leads you."
There is a strange mix of sympathy and tenderness in his eyes, and maybe a bit of admiration. He seems to finally understand you for the first time (ever). A sense of compassion comes over you; you cannot imagine everything that is swirling inside him. All of the choices he makes now he knows affect more than just him. There is always a price that comes with wisdom, and love.
"I simply wish for your peace and happiness, Thor. It is all that I have ever wanted for you." You reach a hand out, laying it simply on his left cheek, smiling as much as is appropriate in your context. After a second, you slide it back down and your hands are clasped together again. Mere moments of silence say more than any of the other words you can offer to him.
After a stretch of time where neither of you speaks, you offer him one last small smile and turn away to walk back towards the celebration. The voices linger, even outside on this terrace. All of Asgard celebrates, truly, and there is no chance at escaping any kind of revelry here.
"And you," Thor begins, "Where will you find peace and happiness?"
You are at least a meter away when he speaks. He is still turned towards the sky, as if the constellations will give him the answers he so desperately seeks to know.
"I have resigned myself to my fate long before I met you, Thor. I have never been blind."
His chuckle is short, but it is deep, as if he feels exactly what you are implying without words. "No, that is one thing you have never been, truly."
"I am to return home shortly. There is nothing keeping me in Asgard anymore and I cannot linger when there is no reason for me to."
"So this is goodbye."
Your heart squeezes, but it doesn't hurt as much as you thought it would.
"Yes, Thor Odinson, this is farewell."
His face turns towards you for the last time, you are sure.
"You will be missed, my friend." He has never called you that before: friend.
And even the golden light of Asgard fades away to night as you turn to make your way back inside.