Today I have learnt that Thor is not in Asgard, nor will he be for the execution. This may be for the best. I will not have to endure his repeated assertions that we are brothers and that he has never seen me otherwise and he will not have to watch my head cleaved from my shoulders.
I should not be so harsh on him. Thor is not so much a simpleton as I wished to think of him as. He has, for so many years, looked out for me. This must have been a difficult habit to break when I returned as his foe. I did not think I would fight him in Midgard. It was a weaker realm and I the conqueror. Of course, I had not counted on those who called themselves the Avengers. I did not count on Thor being amongst them. And I most certainly did not count on the large green man who could not be killed and revelled in smashing my army to little bits. The metal man was right- having him was equivalent or greater to my having an entire army at my disposal.
And I never did get that drink.
But back to Thor.
I ought to write him a letter- to do something to tell him just what I now know about the nature of brotherhood thanks to the many hours spent mulling on my life, but I do not know what to say. I cannot ask for forgiveness, as I have forced him to think of me as an enemy and rejected him even after he spent so long searching for any news of my survival.
Perhaps it is best to let his memories of me die with me. I have given him no good reason to remember me.