[Hammer Base] White Night

He will always be the young man in my memory, fighting the dragon and smiling at me.

And I just need to remember him.

[Final Chapter] Two Souls

Here, perhaps, is the end of the story.But after all, this is not only a story, but also a past experience.

Anyone can be a witness, and those people can't really know everything.

Everything in the myth may be fabricated, or it may have really existed.

What happened may not be real, but it is really that kind of relationship, not just me and you, but also him and her, she and him, and him and him.

The relationship will not end, but this story must end, no matter whether it should end or not.

Thor's expression is so calm that it is impossible to see his inner emotions.His body was getting colder and his breathing was getting weaker and weaker.Something was darkly and violently penetrating his body, washing him away bit by bit.But he was not in pain, on the contrary he was so relieved and relaxed.

The guilt that followed him all his life gradually left his body.

Frigga was in the garden watering the flowers when she noticed all this.In the breeze, An's pomegranate blossoms were in full swing, but she didn't stop, nor did she show any hesitation.No one knew, she was startled, hurt a bit, and accepted it again,

Her two children's stories are bound to end one way, and one way or the other, they're not destined to be dull.

She can't interfere, let alone interfere.

She was calm the whole time, watching her two children from afar.Her silver jug ​​was empty, but water was still dripping on the bright red pomegranate flowers.

She saw the two children as children.Holding hands, wearing beautiful armor, and running all the way down the corridor, Loki's pockets are full of toys given by Thor, full of them, and they are crumbling with the running.Thin and dense sweat oozes from his forehead, just like the tightly held palms.

They stood there, the extraordinarily bright light shone behind them, and the rich fragrance of flowers permeated everywhere.They are all there.There is no grudge between them, no cracks and scars.

It has been known for a long time that the King of Asgard had a life-and-death experience and came back alive. Valhalla didn't accept him in the end.

Many people were pleasantly surprised by his miraculous recovery.No one mentioned that incident again, and everyone thought it was an accident.

He is still a good king, commanding thousands of subjects, ruling the world, invincible.He seems to have completely severed his connection with the past and become a truly mature and wise king.His mind was completely devoted to protecting the peace of the Nine Kingdoms, just as the father of the gods expected.

The moment he took over the throne, the evil nations were doomed to be wiped out one by one.

They were up against a god that no one could hit.

But this god doesn't remember many things. He can't remember why he was injured at that time, and he doesn't know why he recovered.He needs someone to tell him everything.

But he looks like a normal person, except that he sometimes dreams, laughing or crying in his dreams.

Wake up and still don't remember anything.

When Sif pushed open the door of Thor's chamber, he was already asleep.Over the years, he has been unable to have a calm expression in front of her. Sif has noticed that the king looks at her with complex meanings, and sometimes he will hold her tightly without knowing it. After a while, he will look at her Apologize and blame yourself for your actions.

Sif doesn't know whether Thor has changed, or he has changed.But there is one thing that has never changed, and all the problems are caused by it.

This time, as usual, he got drunk with Volstagg.The smell of alcohol filled his entire room, and his clothes were, as always, covered in vomit.

It might be easier to get drunk.

In his sleep, he babbled and turned over. Sif looked at his eyebrows and eyes carefully, raised his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, a lot of emotions were flowing.It was the same feeling as when I followed him out at the banquet.

She still loves him, has not changed, he is the god of the whole Asgard, he is also her god.

But it seems that she will always love and stare at such an infinitely close and untouchable distance.This is her end, she is very satisfied.

She quietly helped him clean up everything, turned and left.

Thor still gets drunk every night.

In God's nearly infinite life time, he needs to get drunk in the time he can control.Although he no longer remembers some things, those memories are still in his consciousness, just not yet awakened.He needs to forget.

He is Thor, forever the son of Odin, king of Asgard, but never getting what he wants. To him, Asgard and even the Nine Kingdoms can only be a cage to imprison him, but what he wants will always be like a smooth sphere, and he will never be able to enter and participate in it.Perhaps this is the fate of being born a god.

He seemed to be asleep like this until the end of the world.

Finally one day, he woke up, stood in the dark for a long time, and finally heard the violent surging sound inside his body.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in his ears.Clear and empty.

"Thor."

It was this voice that spoke to him at the moment of his death.

He had mixed feelings then.He finally heard the voice that he was extremely familiar with but could never get close to.He had lost his voice, but his eyes kept looking straight ahead, never leaving for a moment.He mouthed silently.

"Feel sorry……"

"Do you think an apology will solve the problem?" the voice said coldly.He couldn't see him, and the voice seemed to be another consciousness in his head, talking to him so clearly.

He had nothing to say, but he was still waiting for sharp and barbed sarcasm, which was pleasant even if it was uncomfortable.His memory was restored with the appearance of that voice.

After waiting for a long time, the voice did not appear again.

At that time, he opened his eyes and felt blood gushing out of the wound.He waited for death in peace, but not long after, the feeling of blood gushing stopped.

His body gradually warmed up, consciousness and perception returned to his body, he struggled to stand up, the wound did not bleed anymore.Strangely, the wound no longer hurts, and there is no trace.

It was already dawn, and the dissipated fog could not hide the sun's rays.

He felt very tired, and walked forward alone, his figure elongated lonely in the sunlight.

I don't know how long it has passed.Time is a real torture in some cases.

Of course, sometimes he would recall that part of the missing memory at any time.Think about where his brother will be, whether he has forgiven himself, and maybe guess who saved him in the first place.

But he couldn't figure out where Loki was, and his so-called telepathy seemed to disappear after he died once.

He sometimes felt that the little black-haired guy would appear somewhere at any time, biting the straw, looking at him with an evil smile, and calling him impolitely, fool!

"fool."

Thor unconsciously spoke to the tree in front of him, and seemed to hear a response, as if someone was walking towards him step by step.As he approached, he heard the voice coming from behind him.

He turned his head and saw his father Odin. Odin stared at him with the only remaining eye. There seemed to be something unclear in his cloudy eyes. For some reason, Thor felt that his father's eyes were not only looking at him, but also looking at more complicated things .

Odin's voice came hoarsely through the clear air, with some echoes under the quiet trees. "My son, you are here again, can you tell me why?"

Thor said, "There are some things I can't figure out, and I'm looking for answers. Many, for example, what kind of ending is written in the book of destiny, how will we die, what reason should I live now, and so on."

"did you find it?"

"Some have been found, the responsibility of the king of a country keeps me alive, but some have not yet been resolved."

Odin was silent for a moment, except for Thor's echo, it was exceptionally quiet, "That's not what you actually think."

Thor's voice, like his blue pupils, froze for a long time before answering.

"You know where Loki is."

Odin didn't answer.

His not answering is already an answer.As if in a dream, he asked again, "He's still with us, isn't he?"

Odin finally spoke again, and he said, "I love you, my son."

Thor smiled wearily and shook his head, "I don't need to hear this."

But Odin ignored his refusal, he said calmly, "This is what I mean, son." Still staring at Thor's face, he said in an old voice, "I've always regarded you as my son, whether you believe it or not. .”

He paused, and then said, "No matter what mistakes you have made, how much you have been wronged, or whether you are homeless, you are our son, your name will always be Odinson, and Asgard will be your eternal home."

Odin's words are also like the footsteps of the distant valley, the footsteps are endless, like a huge and boundless sound field, covering everything in the world.

And Thor saw his father's tears suddenly and finally fell.

That night, Thor got up from the bed, said something to the mirror, climbed into bed like sleepwalking, and closed his eyes peacefully.

That mirror, which hides Thor's secret, keeps echoing that sentence in the vibration and collision of sound waves.So over and over again, endlessly, echoing endlessly.Every, every air molecule is saying,

Thor, I love you.

Thor, I love you.

Thor, I love you.

In the dream, Thor closed his eyes, and the wind blew from afar, as if he touched his brother's body for the first time.

Thor still remembers that feeling of stability, gentleness, and softness, which will never disappear.

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