"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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TWENTY TWO: THICK THOR
"My sweet baby," Thor cooed at his daughter, who was lying in her bassinet and crying her little eyes out. He picked her up, cradling her small head in the crook of his neck and running his thumb along her little baby cheek.
Magnolia was approximately five months old now, and as rowdy and sweet as can be. She was developing beautifully and normally, looking like a miniature Sòl, only, she cried a lot more and didn't bother telling anyone she had to use the bathroom until it was too late. Her hair had grown into a tiny, tightly coiled afro, and her skin darkened just a smidge, almost the same shade as her mother. She was such a happy little baby, being showered with love and affection at every waking moment.
Thor kissed Magnolia on the cheek, in awe when she let out a little giggle and stared her father in the eye. "You want more? Mwah!" he kissed her again and she laughed even louder, her voice filling the room. She could be heard throughout most of the house. "You're warm like your mama." He walked out of her room, still kissing her cheeks, and meeting Sòl in the living room.
Sòl was sitting the living room with Brunnhilde, magazine articles everywhere and various plants and flowers scattered on the floor. Her face was gleaming with excitement at the idea of getting married, and she was glad Magnolia was older so she could focus on the wedding a little more. Of course, it wasn't going to be extravagant, but she liked planning things, and getting married to Thor meant she wanted everything else to be perfect on her perfect day with her perfect man.
"No roses, remember?" Brunnhilde grumbled and threw some flowers over her shoulder.
Sòl paused, looking at the flowers, then her friend, pointedly. "Now why would you throw—"
"Look at mama, Maggie," Thor told their baby as he walked past them and went into the kitchen.
"Hi, baby!" Sòl waved to Magnolia, who just giggled before focusing on her father's beard. "Where's her shirt, Thor?"
"Shirts are for losers. Isn't that right, Noli?" he grinned when she slapped her little tummy, "exactly. When was the last time she'd eaten?"
"A few hours ago," Sòl looked to the clock on the wall, "she has about ten minutes until I feed her again."
"Alright," his attention was on Magnolia again, and she was busy patting his stomach and giggling as she pressed her hands into his squishy skin. "Yeah, I know. I'm fat."
"You are not fat," Sòl said from the floor, flipping through a magazine, "silly goose. Right, Brun?"
"Are you kidding me—" the warrior started.
"Shut up," Sòl pushed Valkyrie away from her, "you're not fat, honey."
"So she says," Thor whispered, smiling at Magnolia.
