Heartache
(Sometime after they got back from killing thanos on his garden planet. as ppl keep turning to dust. Thor when he got back to new Asgard as half of the hundreds of asgardian refugees who managed to survive turned to dust)
Empty. That was the only emotion he felt. It didn't register when they got back to earth. He didn't even remember leaving. Just being back in New Asgard after beheading Thanos.
Thor didn't even register the hurried footfalls behind him, Valkyrie calling his name out as she tried to catch up. Before anything else could happen, he entered his room and slammed the door.
"Thor, we have a lot to discuss now that we're on earth. We need you. What happened with Thanos?" Valkyrie knocked at the door.
He never wanted to hear that horrible disgusting name ever again. It was over. They're all gone. That purple freak was gone and not his problem anymore.
Valkyrie had stopped knocking and promised that she would come back later to see how he's doing, to which Korg replied he'd stay and keep Thor company.
The conversation outside was distant and muffled, but he could make out Korg mentioning a common midgardian device called a video game. Then it was quiet. He let out an exhausted sigh and buried his face in his hands
The dread of silence. Being stuck with his own thoughts. None of them were clear, just so tangled and twisted up inside.
Time passes differently on Asgard. They live to be thousands of years old, a few years on earth could be but ten minutes. And in his ten minutes, all his family, his friends, and Asgard. All gone.
And he couldn't save them.
He killed Thanos. But why didn't he feel anything from it? Avenging loved ones was seen as a sign of bravery and strength, an honorable part of their warrior culture. But he didn't feel strong, or worthy. Just completely numb and tired.
In the opposite corner of the room near the shaded window. there was a misty almost ethereal shape forming near the side of the bed but unseen by Thor or anyone.
"I never imagined this would be our new home." Loki’s voice was an echo as his ghostly form took shape. "It’s truly a shame, your reign had to start like this" he spoke quietly.
Loki then moved as if to sit next to Thor on the bed. His body invisible to the physical world. Then gestured as if to rest his hand on his brother's shoulder.
"This is not you, brother. This is not you" Loki said sorrowfully as he wrapped his arms around Thor as if to hug him. Hoping thor could feel his presence. Their silent cries resonating as one.