Prologue
“How are they?”
Thor stood at the end of the bifrost, looking towards Heimdal with hopeful eyes. Everyday he came down here to look in on the family he had lost. His wife had grown old though her fire held firm. His two sons filled him with pride even if they had taken two different paths.
“They are well.” Heimdal spoke, “Winona has taken to renovating your old farm house. She is quite enjoying it.”
“And my sons?”
“Samuel is well. His own son just had his sixth birthday. Auralen’s health is beginning to dwindle, though it is nothing to worry about.
James has recovered from the hands of death. His friend, McCoy, still frets over him. As does Spock. He plans to continue captaining his ship.”
Thor smiled warmly at hearing the news of his loved ones, though there was underlying sadness as well. His supposed death had arrived too soon. He never got to see his sons grow. He never got to live with Winona in retirement or take her to Asgard. He never got to raise his family.
Still, he watches over them closely, especially his youngest. Even though he had been raised human, Thor knew he was Asgardian by heart. Someday his son would return to him.
Someday
When the time is right
You will return home, young prince
And you will be known as the Son of Thor.