Thor sat down in an open hall. It was full of tables lined with food which had been scavenged upon. Circular tables and ornate chairs were dotted about the room, now no longer needed. The floor was cleared and everyone had left, apart from him. He sat on the stairs to the side and looked out ahead of him. He didn't attend the celebration party at the end of the funeral. He couldn't understand why people would want to laugh and celebrate a life that had gone — a life which he loved. He couldn't force himself to do those things. He preferred to mourn in peace.

The silence became too unbearable. He clenched his jaw in frustration and looked from one side of the hall to the other, seeing no one. He took a deep breath in, forced his eyes shut and screamed with everything he had. He jumped up and ran towards the long table of food. Gripping hold of the side, he flew it to the other side of the room, creating a domino effect for the other tables. With his arm he threw trays and drinks to the floor, smashing glasses and screaming as he went. He ran to the perfectly placed circular tables. With his fists he slammed the surface, making it collapse beneath its feet. He picked up a table leg and smashed everything in sight. He came across a chair in his way and stabbed the leg through it. He picked up another chair and broke it apart with his bare hands, chucking it to the side.

"Jane! Where are you!?" He shouted as loud as he could across the room.

He stretched his arm out before him. A few seconds later, Mjölnir was in hand. "Where are you!?" He circled on the spot, then threw his hammer at a wall, denting it. He ran over to it and punched repeatedly 'til his arm disappeared straight through. Again he threw Mjoölnir around the room, using it to destroy everything as he screamed her name.

He gave up and fell to his knees, out of breath and exhausted. His arms flopped by his sides, sweat falling down from his brow. He looked at the destruction he created. Nothing was intact, not even Thor himself.

The doors flew open, creating an echo across the hall. Dead ahead of him, his four friends and brother came through the door. He could tell they were surprised after seeing the destruction he made. They kicked around shattered glass, broken chairs and the sorry remains of food scattered across the floor.

Thor looked up at them, not caring for their unwelcome visit. He watched as they looked around the room, petrified at the sight.

Thor saw Loki stand before him and kneel down by his side, patting him on the back. Thor turned his head, heat generating through his fingertips as he clenched his fists.

"Where is she, Loki?" He fell back, sitting up, his legs flopping against the floor. "Where has she gone?" His voice felt weak, but anger surged through him. "Where is she!" He screamed and threw anything in arms reach.

Lady Sif and the others slowly walked up to him, lowering down to his level. They put their weapons behind them, out of reach for Thor to pick up.

"Thor," Loki put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "She is gone."

"Where? Where is she!" He spat across Loki's face making him jump unexpectedly. "Where is everyone?"

"They were here, Thor, celebrating her life." Sif attempted eye contact.

"Celebrating a life that has been lost! A life which has ended!" Thor shuffled back with his legs, and clumsily stood himself up. "She did not need to die! No one deserved to die!"

"Thor, you need to understand-"

"No, you need to understand!" He pointed his finger towards his brother and pushed him aggressively. "Jane is not coming back because of me! She is gone, Loki, and I can do nothing to change it." Thor charged towards his brother and held him up by his collar. "Do you not feel it? The constant guilt ringing in your head? You knew her, did you not?" Thor held his hands up against his brother's throat.

Loki gripped onto Thor's hand to ease the force upon his neck.

"You began to like her. What was it like to see a Frost Giant stick an arm through her flesh? To see her blood drip off his spiked hand! What did you do?"

Loki stayed silent. Thor knew he understood where he was going.

"You screamed, ran up to him and snapped his neck. Am I right?" Loki nodded his head. "I should have been the one to do that! Me!" Thor pushed and pulled Loki around under his grip. "Should have been me." He dropped him and started walking backwards, attempting to keep balanced.

Loki fell to the floor, his legs giving way. Losing his strength, he stayed on the floor, guiltily looking up at him. Thor saw one of his friends help him up, letting him lean against him.

"That one Jotun took everything from me. She was pregnant when she died. He took away our child. We were going to have a family." He saw shocked faces staring at him. "It was taken away from me just like that." Thor stared aimlessly to the floor, pouring out his heart to the people in front of him. "We were going to get married...have a future together. Be King and Queen side by side and create a Kingdom how we imagined it...together." He looked up towards his friends who stared at him, speechless. "How can I mourn when the people of Jotunheim are spoiling their lives away by celebrating this god forsaken day? I cannot let them gloat their way into our Kingdom. They shall suffer for what they have done. Her death will not be in vain!"

A sudden burst of adrenaline pumped inside of him. He looked out for support amongst his allies, but none had responded as he hoped.

He began walking towards the exit, but was stopped by Voltstagg, his arm blocking his way.

"You cannot do that, Thor. Matters will only be worse."

Thor looked into his friend's eyes, seeing his reflection.

"He is right, Thor!"

Thor turned his head to see Loki struggling over to him. "Jane is worth fighting for." Thor grunted in approval. "But! Her name must not be used over selfish actions."

He questioningly looked at his brother. "With her I knew where I belonged. Without her, I am lost." He turned his attention back towards Volstagg and forcefully swung his arm out the way.

For a moment he hesitated, looking down at his feet, then at the saddened faces around him. He considered the consequences, but took brisk steps towards the door, slamming them closed on his way out.

He charged his way through his bedroom door, slamming it shut. His adrenaline rush soon cut short leaving him tired and restless. He paced back and forth, muttering to himself to try and make sense of his situation.

He stood in front of his closed door, reflecting, then walked back in the opposite direction. To his left he saw a small dressing table. On top lay some perfume bottles. He picked one up, familiarising himself with it. He brought it closer to his face and smelled its fruitful scent. It reminded him of Jane. She always wore perfume wherever she went, even spraying some on Thor at one point as a joke. His friends joked about it for weeks.

He smiled and placed it back down, picking up another memory. Her hairbrush was handmade, given to her as a present to congratulate them on their engagement. Thor remembered how soft and silken her hair was, like brushing his fingers through feathers.

The brush had an oak wooden handle and frame. The back of the brush was marbled with a golden rim on the outside while the bristles felt soft and comforting. He noticed some still left on the brush and placed it down, knowing that a part of her still remained on Asgard.

His hand searched its way across her dressing table, stroking bits of makeup she used on special occasions. But when with him, she never wore any, knowing that she could be herself around him.

His hand silently swept its way across the table, and broadly opened the double doors to the balcony. A steady breeze swept across his face, pulling his hair back.

Thor remembered the last time he stood there. He had crept up on Jane, making her squeal.

He looked out ahead of him to see where Jane would have stood, looking up to the night sky. He walked forward and took her place, looking up to the vast planets and colours. For once he noticed how Jane felt, being caught in two realities, but he was too late to comfort her the way he should have.

Below him was a garden with various paths. Several guards had been wandering through, keeping a wary eye out. Odin ordered more guards to patrol Asgard until they were sure there wouldn't be any more unexpected attacks.

Thor placed his hands on the rails in front of him, gripping hard and leaning over. He wanted to jump, just let go and spiral down. He lifted himself up, then slowly fell down to his knees, dangling his legs off the edge of the balcony. He swayed them back and forth, hitting the inside of his leg against the edge. He looked out and sighed. The cool air created bumps along his arms and made his eyes water.

"Jane...I need you now more than ever." His eyes wandered up. He waited for a sign but knew he wouldn't receive one.

A tear slowly rolled down the side of his face. He wiped it away with his hand and helped himself back up, his eyes still in contact with the sky.

He nodded his head up at Jane and thumped his heart, keeping his promise, then turned away and walked out of the balcony doors.

On his way towards the exit, a sudden gust of wind flew through the double doors, scattering autumn leaves and white blossom petals across the floor. He rolled his eyes and went to close the doors, and began to collect the many leaves and petals lying on the ground. Once he had scooped them all up, he put them in the bin beside the dressing table. He walked over to his bed and collected some more. His eyes fixed on the floor until he noticed which side of the bed he was on. He knelt up and looked down at Jane's bedside table.

It almost looked like she had never left. Things were scattered across the small table. There were small ornaments placed on top. There was a small notebook with a pen perfectly placed beside it. Hungry for more, he opened the bedside table drawer and looked inside.

After all this time, Thor had never looked through her things. Jane had made sure of that, her saying that there are certain things that need to be kept private.

Only some things though. Thor knew when and when not to pry in people's personal affairs. Thanks to Jane, he'd learnt that.

He leaned on the pillow of the bed and noticed her silk nightie on top. He picked it up and buried it against his face, inhaling her natural scent which had become so familiar to him.

His eyes followed downwards towards a small handle to open the bedside table cupboard. Once opened, he saw several books stacked against each other. He frowned, not remembering Jane having so many books. He moved and knelt down on the floor to investigate further. He picked out the first book his hand lay on, and slid it out, placing it on his lap.

He opened it on the first page, seeing a white blank piece of paper with inked writing in the middle.

'Album five

featuring

Thor and Jane'

Each letter was carefully written. Calligraphy, he recalled. Thor never knew she kept albums, and there were stacks of them in her cupboard.

He turned over the next few pages to see neatly placed photos stuck to the paper with black corner pieces which stuck the photo in place. There were around one to four photos on each page. The majority of them were Thor. He knew that she always carried a camera with her, but he never knew what she did with the photographs.

There were a few pages on their trip to Alfheim where the Elves lived. They had spent a few days in one of the village huts, looking out to the sea. Jane had taken her makeshift telescope which had been enhanced to look out in space with better and clearer results than the Hubble telescope. There were photos of them both setting up their telescope. By the look of it, both Thor and Jane were having difficulty and laughed with huge smiles on their faces.

Another was with Thor relaxing on a nearby chair with the stars above him and the telescope by his side. He remembered picking up the camera and fiddling with it, taking secret photos of Jane without her noticing. One with her looking into the telescope, and another few with her writing in her book and looking out to the stars. That trip lasted a few days, but it was worth every second. Jane had fitted in so well that she became well known on every realm within reach. Maybe too well.

As he neared the back of the book, seeing thousands of photos of each other in their mini adventures, he saw a few spare photos loose in the album. He placed the book down and skimmed through each photo.

The first one was of Jane as a child. She had her usual brunette hair, but in a bob. She was grinning at the camera with one tooth missing from her mouth.

Thor chuckled and looked at the second photo.

It was a picture of Jane, Erik and Darcy posing to the camera with their lab behind them. Thor smiled, seeing Jane attempt to put her hands underneath the building as if to hold it up. Darcy had her hand out, pointing to it with a confused look on her face, and Erik standing normally with his knuckles on his hips.

He turned over to the next photo: Jane holding a trophy saying 'Nobel Peace Prize'. Her eyes were watering while holding it up in front of an audience while Erik stood at the front, giving a speech. Darcy was standing on the side with her arms crossed, watching Erik, a look of embarrassment across her face.

Thor smiled and shook his head, remembering how typical they were together. He finally turned to the last photo.

A tear dropped on the photo paper. He quickly dried it, trying not to smudge the ink. The photo was taken in Asgard. Thor remembered that they had just come back from successfully developing a new shelter for people to temporarily live. They were on their way back to their home through the village in Asgard when Thor decided to take a photo of her.

"To remember our victorious accomplishment," he'd said as he took the photo. Thor had the perfect moment to take a photo of her.

She turned to face the camera, her hair swished behind her shoulder and a huge smile on her face as if she was laughing. She looked beautiful. Her smile had brightened up the photo, a huge sun haze behind her creating a clear view of her.

Thor smiled. Another tear fell, nearly hitting the picture.

He put his hand out and stroked the picture with his fingers, outlining her face.

He placed the photos back into the album, apart from one. He held the picture of Jane up in front of him.

"After all this time..."

To rid himself of the memories, he quickly closed the book shut and looked up to banish his tears. He blew out a deep breath, then placed the album back into its original place.

His eyes scanned over the next few albums, then slid out a different book. 'Myths and Legends around the world'. Thor stood back up and sat on the bed, stretching his legs.

He turned a few pages, channelling Jane doing it herself to show him a specific page. He remembered her sitting on the bench underneath the tall tree, looking through it.

As he continued to scan through the rest of the pages, Thor's mind drifted as he grew further interest with every page he turned. His fingers touched each page until the book was closed.

He held it up against his chest and took a breath. He looked at it one last time, reflecting on his memories, then stood up.

He placed the photo of Jane against the mirror on the bedside table, then walked towards the door, the book still grasped in his hand.

Thor led himself to the front of the palace where he lived. The air felt warmer, showing a sign of the early morning. Just above the horizon, he could see a flicker of light. He quickly walked down the steps and headed straight through the village.

A guard appeared out of nowhere, obstructing him.

"Your Majesty, I am afraid no one can exit their chambers at this moment of time." The guard shivered under his armour from standing outside all night.

Thor gripped onto the book tighter, clenching his other fist. "I thank you for your concern, guardsman, but I can take care of myself." He nodded his farewell and pushed his way past the guard.

"Thor!"

He heard an angered and aggressive voice behind him. The familiar voice continued drawing closer.

"It is not safe for you out there. You must come inside, son."

"I will not rest until the final deed is done." Thor turned round to confront his father. Odin hadn't changed. He showed no emotion toward Jane's death, and took no notice now. "I cannot and will not waste my time while Jane's purpose still lies out there."

"You need to rest, boy. Let us grieve together." He held out a hand and signalled towards their home.

"Grieve? Since when did you learn to do such a thing? You took no action when Jane died. You showed no compassion towards her. She was going to be a beautiful Queen, yet you set her aside only because she was Human, calling her weak and a waste of time!" Thor raised himself higher, bellowing down at his King. "You reveal no sympathy or sorrow to anyone apart from your selfish deeds...I will never be King unless Jane is by my side." He spat his words and continued his way through the village.

"Guilty or not, a man must live with the consequences."

"Their consequences? Or yours?" Thor continued onwards, ignoring the arrogant words behind him which slowly began to fade away.

He rushed past the village, his eyes passing over guards who stood still watching him. The village was silent and dead. The only lights visible were the torches held by the guardsmen and the upcoming sunrise.

Thor held the book by his side and continued walking. He passed a small garden filled with flowers and continued through the willow tunnel.

As he went round the corner, he suddenly stopped.

The sun's light began to beam into the sky, piercing over the tips of the long green grass. A tree sulked its arm down away from the sky, waiting for another long day. The intense heat started to fill the air.

Its long, dead branches curled into itself, hiding. The tree sighed and swayed with the morning birds.

Thor saw how lonely and empty it looked. His eyes slowly wandered down the tree, seeing a small ragged bench which Jane used to sit on.

He began to make his way towards the bench, and placed himself down on the far side where she used to sit.

Looking around at his surroundings, he slowly began to realise why Jane had preferred to spend her time here. He held the book on his lap, his fingertips stroking the cover, outlining the letters. His eyes looked out to the horizon, beginning to feel the morning sun tingle along his body and a relaxed smile beginning to merge on his face.

End part one