Marvel Oneshots And Crack

tired of love songs

Sequel to the last. What caused Thor's depression.

Thor POV

I put the note down on my desk, swallowing vomit in my throat. Jane leaves the room, Darcy not coming with her. "Thor....are you gonna be okay?"

I can't answer. I can't speak. I stand up, and promptly flee the room. 

The hallways feel like a tunnel. I can hardly hear myself over my heartbeat as I walk right past my friends, past my favorite teacher, past everyone. Please, I just need to be alone. 

"Thor. Hey. Buddy. What about practice? Dude, what are you doing?!"

I fumble the ball, badly. My face turns red, and I feel myself crashing. My brain feels like it's flooding. 

 I dart away, trying to hold in my tears. 

"Thor...they said you're acting weird. And Darcy said....hey. It's alright. It's okay."

My hands are over my ears. It's too loud. Too much. 

I find myself in a corner, something soft over my ears, Sif playing with my fingers as I rock back and forth. 

When all the students have cleared out, I can breathe again. I uncover my ears, confused as to why I acted that way, as always. 

"Thor, wait!"

I turn around, trying desperately to be alone again. Sif stops running, a foot away from me. "Thor...call me tonight, okay?"

I nod. "Of course."

I don't call her. In fact, I don't even go to study group, or my tutor. I cancel everything, even the skateboarding with Volstagg and Hogan and Fandral. 

Exhausted, I head straight to my bedroom, throw my things on the floor, tear my clothes off, pull on my pajamas, and climb straight into bed. 

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Jane POV 

"His seat's still empty." 

Darcy comments during class a week later. 

I try to shove down the guilt and worry. "I can't be responsible for how he's faring. I just...I had to leave."

"Jane. Foster." Sif appears next to me, arms crossed. "I hope you're happy."

I scowl. "I'm not, if you must know."

She scoffs and turns to leave. I hurriedly ask, "How is he?"

Sif turns around, stopping in her stride. "He hasn't left his bed."

After class, I ditch math and go down to Thor's dorm. Fandral stops me, a sad look on his face. "Whoa, whoa. I don't recommend you go in there."

Volstagg appears, looking uneasy. "Yeah, you're the last person he wants to see."

I wince, and Fandral pats my shoulder. "No offense."

I shrug. "None taken. I...can you give this to him? It's his favorite from that one restaurant."

Fandral nods. "Oh, thank the gods. He needs to eat something healthy."

Weeks pass, and I see Sif taking assignments home for Thor, but he never appears. 

At one point, I see Thor briefly heading into the counselor's office. He looks awful. His hair is shorter than I have ever seen it, he's got bags under his eyes, and his clothes are very rumpled. When I go into the office for my appointment, he's just leaving. He doesn't seem to notice me, just stuffing his hands in his pockets and staring ahead. I then notice a scent lingering on him, the smell of expensive booze. He always drank, but given his appearance, he must be drinking even more. 

I trip on a chair leg, and Thor's hand reaches out, those quick reflexes still apparent even when under the influence. His eyes meet my face, albeit with a delayed reaction. He lets go immediately, cheeks going pink. "S...sorry."

With that, he flees.