"The only thing that's permanent in life is impermanence."
Thor Odinson arrives back to New Asgard after decapitating Thanos in the privacy of his own home. He finds himself spiraling down a landslide of depression due to his younger brother's grues...
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FIVE: A PRETTY GOOD DAY
Thor kept his promise and visited Sòl the next day.
Whenever he felt the need to cry or just think in general, he visited the cliff where Odin died and his sister Hela had arrived. So many things had happened in that short moment that he couldn't think straight. Mjolnir was destroyed, Odin almost took the secret of Thor and Loki's older sister to his grave, and Ragnarok began. It was honestly all too much for him and it happened in less than ten minutes.
But the cliff relaxed him, in a way. When Thor had sat with Loki and Odin on the boulders and looked out into the sea, it was calming. It all seemed to ease the pain of watching Odin disappear and his spirit stretch to the sky so he could finally be with their mother Frigga.
So the cliff was his spot, and most Asgardians knew not to reach that part of New Asgard because of it.
Thor was currently leaving said cliff, his breath hitching just a little as he walked and heard the small crunches that were still left over of what used to be his hammer, before Hela destroyed it. He wasn't as sad as he should have been, he actually felt good and wanted to speak to Sòl.
The sun was shining bright in the sky, not a cloud in sight. There was a light breeze passing through the air, and it felt relatively good outside. Asgardians were busy building a few more buildings for certain events and purposes; everything was well established on New Asgard, but a few more sacred buildings and other things were being redone just because. Everyone was trying their best.
Thor greeted others as he walked through the village, even waving at Brunnhilde as she helped lift barrels onto a truck. She smiled at him—the best she could, for her—before returning to work. Korg and Miek were lifting large boulders and laying bricks on new buildings. Thor felt bad because he was so used to helping, but as king he was told he shouldn't lift a finger.
Sòl was just walking out of her home when Thor arrived, her bare feet pressed against the dirt and grass around her. She pulled her shorts up before bending down to grab a turned over wheelbarrow.
"Need help?"
"Thor," she turned around and dropped her jaw in astonishment, "I wasn't expecting you."
"I said I was coming," he replied easily, "have a little more faith in me."
"I'll keep that in mind," she smiled sweetly, "I'm about to tend to my garden if you want to wait for me."
"Uh, I can help, actually," he clasped his hands together, "I need some busy work, if you don't mind."
"How nice of you. I can find something for you to do."
"Okay, cool," he grinned.
"Alright, so I don't have a lot of crops, but it still takes a while to care for them." Sòl told Thor, her hands on her hips as she stood in front of him.
