The King of Absolutely Nothing

He never felt so alone or lost, with no hope or that natural way of his to look at a dire situation and point out the bright side, and inspire others to not give up. It is only an opinion but I believe everybody reaches a low point and the result may be for the best or the worst, the thin line between giving up and drowning on our sorrows or to stand up, honor the people who already left us and the ones who are still here, fight in our own way, with different strengths, sometimes different battles but in the end we have that same core with the desire to find why should I keep going when I feel so alone and helpless, to find who am I supposed to be now. Everyone fails at who they're supposed to be, Thor. The measure of a person, of a hero is how well they succeed at being who they are. Funny how his Mother's words that she often repeated come to him now and when she died he couldn't remember much, it was probably grief and numbness, back then so much was happening, Jane was still around and the Warriors Three, Heimdall, Father... and Loki… nothing makes much sense now. And all he wanted at that moment was the bastard dead.

The most feared assassin in the universe observed the god before her, he was broken that much was obvious or at least he was pretty close to breaking, he barely touched the food that she gave him and she could feel he was powerful, since he woke up the air in the ship changed … smelled like ozone she thought. And then he went from depressed to vengeful and desperate in a second, the changed was abrupt, whatever he was thinking about was probably upsetting, but she never really dropped her guard in front of strangers even though they looked amazing. She decided it was about time to give explanations the guy said it was Thanos who destroyed his ship, she might as well tell him what the Mad Titan is after.

"The entire time I knew Thanos, he only ever had one goal: To bring balance to the Universe by wiping out half of all life. He used to kill people planet by planet, massacre by massacre...". She started quiet but determined at first but in the end her melancholic tone won out.

"Including my own." Drax pointed out. The tension was escalating quickly as was the uncomfortable static in the room.

"If he gets all six Infinity Stones, he can do it with the snap of his fingers." Gamora wasn't one for the dramatics but she snaps her fingers as she repeats the philosophy she heard her whole life."Like this."

"You seem to know a great deal about Thanos." Thor was trying hard to stay neutral but he spent two years of his life trying to find anything about the Infinity Stones and the part they would have to play in the universe, and every time he came close to information, the person he was supposed to meet ran away, vanished, was murdered or worse they killed themselves. And, of course, when it's too late the universe decides to give him all the pieces of the puzzle.

"Gamora… is the daughter of Thanos." Everybody is quiet for a few seconds as Drax blunt statement reaches Thor's ears.

"Your father killed my brother." Thor can't take it anymore, he knew there was something about her, they way she talked with understanding and a forced detachment that was not normal. And he wanted to make the titan suffer maybe by taking his daughter…

"Oh, boy. Stepfather, she hates him as much as you do." The one with the red jacket claims and Thor accepts his argument as he thinks of Loki and how often in the past few years he would deny his parentage to either Laufey or Odin. In the end he chose you He thought as an image of his Father came to mind, the voice in his head was starting to sound like his Father, he decided not to think too much about it but he was sure it wasn't a good sign.

"Families can be though." He says as he claps on Gamora's shoulder. "My sister was banished to Hel... then she returned home, and stabbed me in the eye, so… I had to kill her. It's life, I guess. Goes round and round and… I feel your pain."

After that brief discussion the God of Thunder was distracted and clearly overwhelmed as he talked about a hammer, argued with Quill How pathetic that he tries to deepens his voice and invited rabbit to go with him to Nidavellir. The morons as he started to refer to them as in his head were good people but a bit slow, especially when he was really clear on how desperate the situation was. By the time he finally took their pod he was frantic and clearly upset. They are trying his patience now, why is it so hard to people see logic? Thanos is going to Knowhere, he needs to be stopped and they need a weapon clearly they need to split up.

"Thor… Why would he go to Knowhere?" Gamora is impatient as well, the man changes topics as fast as a tornado, making it hard to understand his madness.

"Because for years, the Reality Stone has been safely stored, there with a man we call the Collector." His voice is strained and tense, it was clear the god wanted to leave now.

"If it's with the Collector, then it's not safe. Only an idiot would give that man a stone." Quill didn't mention how he tried to do the same thing once and for money of all things, Gamora lifted an unimpressed eyebrow and surprisingly Drax decided not to bring it up.

Thor did not waste a second and answered without hesitation. "Or a genius." His voice was warm and found, as Gamora observed how quickly his demeanor changed, back and forth.

The King of what remains of Asgard did not wait anymore, he grabbed the first bag he found and filled with everything that looked important and necessary, rations, communicators, anything really. The rabbit seemed to be talking but he mostly ignored it as he boarded the pod and gave them his final words.

"I bid you farewell and good luck, morons. Bye." And with that, the next part of his journey began. The Guardians nod and wave their goodbyes as Thor, Rocket and Groot depart to the extensions of outer space.

They had been on the pod for a few hours now and the tension around the god with the eye patch was thick, Rocket was rather impatient by now, Groot with all his teenage angst was too much sometimes and brooding pirate angel was supposed to be an entertaining addition after all his talk about Nidavellir and calling him captain he thought the guy was going to be fun to have around. But without Quill to rally him up, he soon realized that the emotions coming from the man, dark and depressing, seemed to be his default mode.

The racoon tried to ignore it but it was impossible, the man's emotions came out of him with strength with every little sigh or motion, it was actually really weird since Rocket never was aware of other people feelings like this, but then again he never met a god before. So maybe it was completely normal that the room was cold, a bit humid and smelling like ozone, but then again he wouldn't know.

"I am groot!" Ugh, seriously the boy could be so rude sometimes and with no shame either. After all, he was the one who raised him. I mean there was some help from Gamora and Quill was like the second dad, but he was the one who was there before any of them

But surprisingly he was not the one who answered. "You can pour what's in the cup out in space then go in the cup again." The god-man was talking again and he understood Groot like, what?!

"You speak Groot?" Really, Groot was not a dead language but it was so complicated to understand that they whoever they were gave up on trying to add it to the translators, it took him a while until he understood it fully but it was worth it, never had he had a friendship like the one he had with Groot and the relationship with the kid Groot was even deeper in some ways.

"Yes, they taught it on Asgard. It was an elective." Thor's thoughts, though, weren't really there as he answered, all he could think about was the brother who told him there was no point in learning a language that he would never use.

"I am groot."

"You'll know when we are close." Thor said but by the time he finished the sentence, Groot's head was fully into his game.

As he continues to drive through space, he couldn't shake of the feeling that he was dragging himself into something that he would not be able to handle. And diligently he whispered a pep talk to himself. "Okay. Time to be the captain." Then loud and clear he said. "So dead brother, huh? Yeah, that could be annoying."

"Well, he's been dead before. Now this time, I think it really might be true." The king spoke nonchalantly as if the subject was the weather, Rocket decided to not think too much about it and took it in stride.

" And you said your sister and your dad…" He didn't finished but he didn't have to.

"Both dead." Wow. Was it just him or his voice seemed colder? But not the sad kind, more like the I don't mind they are dead kind. Well, he did mention the sister tried to kill him...

"But still got a mom, though?"

"Killed by a Dark Elf." This time his voice sounded numb.

"A best friend?" Rocket was clutching at straws now.

"Stabbed through the heart." There was some silence after that.

"You sure you're up to this particular mono mission?"

"Absolutely! The rage and vengeance, anger, loss, regret, they're all tremendous motivators. They really clear the mind, so I'm good to go." Thor said with no hesitation.

"Yeah, but this is Thanos we're talking about, he's the toughest there is." The guy is insane, there is no other explanation. After everything he heard Rocket was not even surprised.

" Well, he's never fought me."

"Yeah, he has." He was just pitying the guy now.

"He's never fought me twice. I'm getting a new hammer, don't forget."

"Well, it better be some hammer." He new it sounded like he was mocking the man but he had no patience anymore. The guy clearly had no regards for his life, and after his talk it was even clearer that his motivation was revenge. So when he heard the man-god talking again he decided not fight him and just move on.

"You know, I'm fifteen hundred years old. I've killed twice as many enemies as that, and every one of them would've rather killed me, but none succeeded. I'm only alive because fate wants me alive. Thanos is just the latest in a long line of bastards, and he will be the latest to feel my vengeance. Fate wills it so." Well, that was surprisingly deep

"Mm-hmm. And what if you're wrong?" What other crazy idea can this guy pull out of his hat?

"Well, if I'm wrong, then what more could I lose?" His answer sounded bleak, and as the racoon looked back he saw the lone tear that was falling on the right side of the god's face spoke a story, one that was painful and not easily forgotten like in the fairytales Quill used to tell Groot as a bedtime story. But Rocket didn't want to show how affected he was by that answer, even though it was obvious.

"Well I could lose a lot. Me personally, I could lose a lot." Without losing a beat he decided to change the conversation a bit, it was getting too personal for his taste.

"Well, if fate does want you to kill that crapsack, you're going to need more than one stupid eyeball." Rocket says as he tosses an eyeball towards the God of Thunder.

"What's this?" Seriously, is his eyesight that bad?

"What's it look like? Some jerk lost a bet with me in Contraxia."

"He gave you his eye?" Though he was a bit surprised, inwardly Thor was chuckling as he remembered with fondness when his brother won a bet and his adversaries thought they could ran away without paying the God of Mischief. Needless to say, the men didn't lose their eyes but blood was spilled and never again were the families welcomed in the court when Loki made public, multiple of their crimes against Asgard. Who would have thought they were stealing so much from Father and right under his nose and now that I think about that was probably Loki's reason of approaching those guards to begin with

"No, he gave me a hundred credits. I snuck into his room later that night and stole his eye."Aye, this one reminds me of Loki. He would have amused brother a lot

"Thank you, sweet rabbit." As Thor puts the eyeball into his empty socket Rocket grimaces.

"Ooh. I would've washed that. The only way I could sneak it off Contraxia was on my…" Just then a beep goes off, and Thor could not be more grateful of not knowing something. Whatever the rabbit was going to sat he knew it would not be pleasant.

"Hey, we're here."