Rough Start
Thor tries.
He tries, and he tries. But every now and then, he looks out to find the clouds outside grey melting down rain upon the windows and rooftop of the modest dwelling.
He would like to think his moods haven’t puzzled the residence and weather forecasters alike, but he knew those to be false hopes.
He needed to break out of it. Which meant he’d be reporting to Stark Tower soon… again. Find one of the Avengers’ many missions that could prove to distract him.
Leaving Jane a note behind on the counter before he disappeared for a few weeks. Again.
He knew they weren’t going to last soon. The flame between them was between them were dying embers and he didn’t know how to save it. Not how he was now. And it wasn’t fair to her, a mortal, to wait for an immortal’s mourning period to end. If it ever would.
He had been so close to his brother before. If you had gone to the Thor from a hundred years past and told him how the future fairs, how his family had halved in a day, how his brother’s gaze had grotesquely warped itself from adoration and playfulness to scorn and hatred… He’d tell you to move your prattling to another bar before you soured his mood. Back in those days, Loki would probably be there, shoulder-to-shoulder with him, thinking it funny a witch would predict something so inaccurate, and laughing alongside his brother. That Loki loved Thor.
The rain fell down even more heavily. At this rate, the humans would begin to worry about flooding. He wondered if he should even leave Jane a note. She probably knew already.
Thor knew she would ask if they could talk once he finally returned, now 19 days later from the time he had left. He also knew Jane wanted to help, but she needed Thor to tell her how. He wanted to tell her how, but the truth was, he knew she couldn’t. There was only one thing to do.
The rains became heavier after that. But this time in New York, pelting against the window of his lodgings within Stark Tower.