Thor sat on the side of his bed. He closed his eyes tightly to restrain the constant spinning of everything around him. He leaned forward to ground himself and lined his arms with his legs, clasping his hands drenched in dry blood, and picking the clots from under his nails.

His arms tightly clenched, veins popping out from under his skin, fresh cuts and bruises still stinging, heart pounding repetitively, chest aching. His clothes were tainted and torn. He felt nothing from within.

Asgard was safe, but his loss was worth more than his home. Jane meant everything to him. He thought his life belonged to her, but now he was clueless. He continued looking ahead, his thoughts clouded. He looked around the silent room, but his head wouldn't stop ringing with intrusive thoughts.

He was going to get married. He would have had a beautiful wife who he could have spent eternity with. They would have both been King and Queen, side by side. They would have been happy. Their love for each other unstoppable. To have peace and aid those who needed help. To be happy. To not feel lonely or abandoned.

Thor looked towards his door, waiting for a sign for her to come back. His eyes felt heavy and his body drained. He knew he couldn't allow himself to feel like this forever. He sat still, waiting for her to walk through with a huge grin on her face, her perfect complection reflected from a rose.

However, he knew she wouldn't come. Thor knew he couldn't continue living in sorrow and pain.

Thor collected his thoughts and strode out the door. He didn't know where he was going, but forced himself to keep moving. To get away from everything. Aimlessly, he walked around his home, seeing faces stare at him in sympathy. Frowns and disappointment would be painted on their faces.

As people walked past him, Thor saw how they shifted to create distance, how they avoided eye contact and continued walking as if they couldn't see him.

His eyes followed them, their reaction changing as soon as they were three steps away. He stepped outside his palace and wandered around Asgard, avoiding chaos. He would walk past burnt fields, the darkened smoke sweeping across him. The people, recollecting the remains of Asgard's belongings. The green was barely visible underneath all the bodies that piled on top of each other.

He came near a garden clearing with a huge golden gazebo structure in the middle. As Thor walked inside, he passed four guards, standing at each corner of the structure. Inside was a beautiful fountain with a patio that surrounded it. He watched the water spiral into the air confidently, creating extraordinary shapes and patterns, then drop through the grate below. He sat on the edge of the fountain wall and looked into the cool water. His eyes shifted to a guard who respectfully nodded his head. Thor smiled politely back, but felt no different.

He heard the clicking of heels behind him. He turned round to the entrance and saw Lady Sif. She wore a clean, silver scale-like metallic dress with matching defined silvered heels. Her hair was down and curled into winglets, half pinned up behind her ears.

She smiled sympathetically and edged forward, sitting beside him. She looked out in front of her, taking a deep breath in, then made eye contact with Thor.

He knew she was deciding on the right words to say because her lips would quiver, and she would breathe in and slightly lift her head as if to speak, but she would turn away.

She leaned forward and grabbed a cloth, placing it in the fountain and swirling it around in the water with her fingers. She lifted it up and drained the water, then faced Thor and placed the cloth on his face.

He flinched at the distraction, then allowed her to continue. He felt both her hands on his face, cleaning the blood off his skin and washing it away in the fountain. The cold damp cloth dabbed against his face and reached deep into his wounds. He jumped from the sudden pain and turned away.

"I-I am sorry." She sighed and chucked the cloth into the fountain.

Ashamed, Thor turned back round and picked up the cloth, squeezing it to see red water drip off. Lady Sif took it from his hand and continued, Thor wincing in pain every now and then. In silence, she continued wiping away his enemies' vengeful sway over Thor.

He felt defeated and vulnerable. He felt tired and worthless. Thor didn't want his friends to see him in such a vulnerable position.

"I am sorry for your loss..." Lady Sif's voice was soft and quiet, easing his pain. "Jane was a lovely woman, she would have become a beautiful Queen."

"The finest..." Thor frowned and tensed at the thought. He made direct eye contact with her, then moved her hands away from his face and stood up. "I should go." Thor turned away and walked off, apologising as he went. He felt a pinch of guilt inside him, feeling her kind eyes on him as he walked round the corner.

Thor stood in his room, staring ahead of himself. He wore his clean set of armour and a dark blue sheath over himself. He sighed deeply and lowered his eyes. He blocked out the sounds around him, and focused on his breathing. He closed his eyes, tightening them shut, and steadied his pulse. His body relaxed, and he slowly opened his eyes. But he still felt empty inside.

Night had fallen, and candlelight was displayed with every stretch his eye could reach. Thor put his brave face on, and walked out of his room. Just as he walked out, a guard appeared in front of him.

"The Queen would like to see you." Thor nodded his head, and the guard turned away, the sound of his armour clinking as he walked.

Thor headed to the throne room, but no one was there. He continued walking until he saw a small, darkened room. Curiosity lead him closer until he entered inside.

His eyes adjusted to the mass amount of candles hung around him. The wax slid down the candles' bodies, creating a sculpture of roots. The roots of the candles fell down to the cold stone floor, expanding itself and creating multiple trails of glistening wax moving towards the centre of the room.

There, in the centre, lay a white figure supported upon a wooden frameless bed. On top lay multiple beautiful, pure white blossoms embedded as a mattress. The fragile petals cushioned a small, delicate body, dressed in illuminating white. The small body lay silent and still, looking up at the ceiling. Its hands were draped across the front of their body, and shaded brunet hair hung over the bed.

Shaking his head, Thor stepped forward. "Jane?" He held back his tears and looked over her. His heart melted at the sight of her stillness. From the corner of his eye, he found an old wooden chair. He took hold of it and sat next to her. He gradually placed his hand on her head and stroked her hair with his thumb. He couldn't help his eyes from watering as he looked down at her.

"I am so sorry, Jane..." He muttered as he dropped his head down by her side onto the white blossoms, tears falling from his eyes. "I failed you." His voice was muffled from burying his head. He lifted back up and observed her.

His eyes continued to water as he saw her wearing the dress for their wedding. She wore a light golden coloured dress that lay on her thinned, elegant body and spread out from her hips downwards. The bottom of the dress had a lacy hem while the top was sleeveless and had a crystal embroidered neckline. She looked beautiful. She still was beautiful.

"This could have been us." He stood up and thought of what his life could have been. He looked down upon his deceased fiancé and leaned in to lift her head, settling his soft lips upon her forehead, then her lips. He wasn't ready to let her go. He wanted her back and took every chance he could to stay with her.

Thor took a step back and looked her up and down, waiting for Jane to get up and mock him as she usually did, questioning him about Asgard and lecturing him on science. He chuckled at the thought, but saw no expression on her face. Her whole body looked relaxed. There were no wrinkles or faults to her. She looked as if she were asleep. He kissed her one last time to say goodbye, then slowly walked out of the candle-lit room.

On his way out, he saw his mother standing at the entrance of the door. She leaned against the frame, kindly smiling at him. She looked tired and exhausted and opened her arms out to draw him into a motherly hug. Thor held her tight, trying not to burst out in grief.

Frigga kept her arms round him, and they both walked along a corridor in unison.

"It is not your fault, Thor." His mother's subtle voice distracted him from his thoughts. "She did not die in vain."

He felt his jaw clench, his teeth grinding. He focused his attention ahead of him, attempting to conceal any negative reaction to her words.

"She is a Queen in heaven now, living with our ancestors in peace."

In the corner of his eye, Thor saw his mother turn to look at him. He put on his brave face again, holding back his temper, and focussed in front of him.

"Thor, since the moment you first lay eyes on Jane, you have stuck by her. She has done the same for you through thick and thin. Her sacrifice brought everyone together. She died for Asgard."

Thor's body clenched and stiffened. He stopped in his tracks and frowned profusely. Frigga walked round him so they were face to face. Her tired eyes glittered as she took hold of Thor's hands.

"I love you, Thor. No manner of this Kingdom has ever proven me wrong, and I know that this is not an end. Something beyond comparison will thrive in you, and your heart will no longer be lost." She looked at him, waiting for an answer, but all he felt was anger, frustration and betrayal.

"I have no worth in this manner, Mother. Jane was not sacrificed! She did not want to die intentionally in the heart of Asgard, and she did not die for such a cause! She died because of me!" He screamed his words to the whole universe, feeling his face heat up in anger. He felt glorified to release his frustration and express his grief in a way he could not imagine. "She adores the people of Asgard, and all who walk upon it, but she did not die for them. Jane understood how much becoming a King meant to me. She eased my conscience and left her mortal life on Earth to be with me. I promised Jane that I would shield her from harm, and she believed me. My misguided words failed her, and it is I who has to live with the consequences." He finished abruptly, finalising his words. Thor saw Frigga's astounded expression stare at him. He huffed in conclusion and branched off, away from his mother. "I thank you for your council, mother, but I shall excuse myself."

"Is that how it is then? You believe she died in vain?"

His mother's words aggravatingly picked at his skin, and outrage surged through him. Relentlessly, he turned round and beamed in all his strength. "She did not die in vain!"

"Then what did she die for? You say Jane laid down her life for you, yet you deny it and say you betrayed her."

Thor lifted himself up, silent after acknowledging his mother's argument.

"What did she die for, Thor? Who, did she die for?"

Thor moved his eye contact, annoyance tempering at his temper.

"What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us."

He lowered his eyes respectfully and embraced her words.

"I try not to think of all the misery, but of all the beauty that remains."

Thor bowed his head politely and turned to walk a different route. Alone.