Here Without You (Sequel to How to save a life)

Prologue

Thor's P.O.V

I shuffle away from the commotion of the festival. Mother said it was necessary I attend, but she didn't say for how long. I make my way to the gardens, well away from the crowd. I sigh as I sit on a bench, and gaze at a flower, loosing myself in it for gods know how long. I heard a hushed set of footsteps come my way, but I didn't pay them any mind. Why would I? It's probably just someone come to try and convince me to return to the festival. "Festival of Moon's" why do we hold this idiotic event anyway? To watch the rich display it, and the poor, hope for some of their "generosity." It was Sif. She sat next to me, fiddling with her hands, attempting to find a way to be comfortable. Once it became painfully clear that I was not going to initiate any sort of conversation, she began, like most of them do. "Thor...will you not talk to me?" There was something in her voice, it sounded strained. I thought about it for a moment, and as she's about to leave I pipe in. "I will." I could see the relief flood over her. "What has troubled you Thor? Ever sense you came back from Midgard you have been...off." My eye's flicker to her for a moment. I lean back, resting my head on the fence. "I do not know....I just, I feel so...empty."I admit, slumping down further. "Like I'm missing my left arm or something." Sif hesitantly brings her hand to lie on my shoulder, and brings her voice down to a whisper. "It's not just you, the whole bloody kingdom has been different.....Thor...what happened when you visited Midgard?" I meet her eyes. "I don't know..."