Mjolnir's Song

Chapter Six: silly love, coming here when i said go

Chapter Six

Thor POV

One day, the beer runs out.

That same week, I find myself in a psychiatrist's office.

Loki hums next to me, reading a magazine with legs crossed. I'm slumped in a chair, feeling sleepy and too drunk for this shit. Lucky for me, I at least had energy to shower before I was dragged here.

I yawn. "Loki, just how long will this take?"

They answer without looking at me, "Only an hour. But it could be longer, they have to gather all your medical history. Which, although I have your SHIELD file copy still, you were gone for years from Midgard and therefore there's gaps."

The room spins a little. I...I don't really feel well. Why do I feel as if I'm being watched? Is everyone staring at me? "Loki, they're all staring."

They look up, and then at the room. When they look back at me with a troubled face, I feel my mood worsen. "What?"

They swallow. "Thor...we're the only ones in here."

Unconvinced, I gesture at the room. "You don't see them? There's a woman with a baby over there, a kid over there by the window, and someone's talking on the phone really loudly."

Loki looks truly worried now. "Thor..."

"Thor Odinson?"

A gray haired man peeks his head out. I stand up, looking anxiously at Loki. They smile encouragingly. "I'll be right here, okay?"

I nod. "And Mcdonald's after, right?"

He smirks. "Of course. Now, go, you buffoon."

Feeling marginally better now, I follow the man into the hallway.

"I'm Doctor Mobius. Follow me right in here, and make yourself comfortable."

I follow him into a comfy looking office. I sink into a cozy chair, anxious when it creaks under my weight. My face burns, and I wonder just how much I weigh now. What if he laughs at me? Will he mock me and remind me just how pathetic I am?

"....hey, hey. Can you take deep breaths with me?"

His face looks very kind. I eye him with distrust, but do as he says. Loki trusts this man, so why shouldn't I? When has Loki ever betrayed me? Yeah, right.

I breathe in, and out, and in, and out, and to my surprise, I feel calmer. He smiles. "Good job, you did very well. Now, on to why you're here. Why are you here?"

I grumble, "Because my sibling made me come. They think I need help."

He nods. "Of course, of course. Common story I hear from patients. Nothing wrong with that. They told me over the phone that the concerns seem to be...depression, potential PTSD, and alcoholism?"

Sighing, I close my eyes. "I guess."

"Good! Let's start there. I'll just ask some questions, don't be alarmed if they seem a bit weird. First one, okay. Your name is....Thor Odinson?"

I nod. "Yeah, who else?"

"Great, great."

The questions are strange, but nothing too severe. When I'm asked if I have ever seen or heard or felt things that aren't there, I shrug. "Loki thinks I was hallucinating people in the waiting room. Which I wasn't, but apparently the people weren't actually there?"

Mobius looks troubled. "I see. Do you see anyone else in here right now? Describe the room to me."

I look around, and it's then I see...eyes. I feel panic beginning to climb as I spot a pair of blue eyes in the analog clock, in the walls, and even worse, a gaunt face in the window.