Thor had loved (F/n) since the moment he had met her; unrequited and as innocent as anything the God of Thunder had ever felt. But despite his pure intentions and gentle adoration, his feelings had never been returned. Couldn’t
be returned. This hadn’t stopped him from losing his heart to her; quite the contrary. It had made his love bloom ten-fold, and with each passing day his heart grew to love her a little more.
But it didn’t matter . . . not anymore. Not when she was gone.
Not when (F/n) (L/n) was dead.
Thor Odinson walked through a Midgardian burial ground, lost to grief and desolation as an early spring rain pelted his shaking form. The giant of a man didn’t shake from cold or anger- as one might have supposed- but from the tears and muffled cries that were overflowing from within his tortured soul.
Crying was a foreign action to the Thunder-bringer, but now he embrac