"Thor's Hammer Base" FAREWELL

"Play Chopin's Nocturne for you, in memory of my dead love"

The sky was gray, and the blue was no longer there. Some dark clouds came with the sound of rain, the ground was wet, and a cool damp feeling spread throughout New York.

In a not-so-famous coffee shop in the center of New York, the wind chimes hanging outside the door were constantly ringing, accompanied by Chopin's Nocturne in C-sharp Minor, which played in the shop, making a pleasant and moving sound.

Loki never thought he'd be able to see Thor again.

Even in this form, Loki can't help but hug the familiar face when he sees it, and say something he didn't think he'd have the chance to say again.

Loki was almost stunned there, completely ignoring the voice of the man in front of him calling him.

"Sir? What would you like to order?"

Suddenly woke up, in stark contrast to the gloomy weather outside, the lights in the coffee shop are very warm and bright.

The guests sat nearby in twos and threes, chatting and laughing.

Bean-sized raindrops knocked densely on the glass, and some fell through the open window into the store, wet the ground, and the air was filled with the unique smell of rain, which was cold and went straight to the heart.

Loki raised his head almost subconsciously. The young man in front of him was wearing black and white waiter clothes. There was a small tag with his name on the left chest of the clothes. His blond hair was tied into a small braid behind his head, sea blue His eyes were full of doubts and uncertainties, but they were still dazzling enough to make people envious.

That was the same appearance as in memory.

Loki almost blurted out the name he knew so well.

Thor.

He couldn't believe that after so many years, he saw him again.

—Don't lie to yourself.

The villain in him laughed loudly at him more than once.

"This man is not Thor Odinson, don't you know best?"

......

Oh...Yes...

Thor Odinson was dead.

Die in war.

Loki had imagined hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of ways to kill Thor.

Almost every one of them can kill Thor.

But Loki didn't practice any of that.

He has never killed Thor in the true sense, and he has never thought about what will happen after Thor's death, so when he heard the news of Thor's death, he rarely showed panic and helplessness.

Before he even had time to say those three words, that person just disappeared from his life completely.

He just left the throne empty, and now Loki has no desire to sit on it.

All he wants is for Thor to come back.

That's it.

During the days of losing each other, Loki thought more than once, what kind of behavior would he do if there was a day of goodbye?

As usual, mocking his previous death news?

Excited to hug each other fiercely and then shout out your heart to him?

Or...just to say welcome back?

But all the predictions were turned into blank at the moment of meeting, shattered into fragments and scattered at his feet, for a moment he forgot to speak, and just froze on his seat in a rude manner.

Until the young man hesitated for a while, and asked with slight doubts and uncertainties.

"Sir? What would you like to order?"

Reality overturns all conjectures.

Everything he wanted to say turned into a long sigh of helplessness in an instant.

"Coffee, please."

He tried his best to hold up a smile and said to the person in front of him.

Hoarseness.

Hearing the slightly hoarse voice, Thor, who was standing beside him, trembled suddenly, and couldn't help raising his head to look at the other party again.

The long black hair was blown up by the wind, he had seen those emerald green eyes like opals before, he was sure he had seen them before, even though he couldn't remember it at all now, maybe it was someone he hated Exist, the uncomfortable feeling suddenly came to my mind, like being submerged in the mud, I was so uncomfortable that I almost shed tears.

Thor suppressed the uncomfortable feeling, and asked tentatively with doubts, "That... sir? Have we met before?"

The moment their eyes met, Loki suddenly opened his eyes wide, and there was light in those deep green eyes, but he quickly averted his eyes, and couldn't help but sneer.

"This is really outdated pickup."

The nonchalant mocking tone was enough to make the other party blush in embarrassment.

Loki looked coldly at the young man who was blushing because of his words, and a sarcastic wry smile unconsciously curled up at the corner of his mouth.

This man, not Thor Odinson.

Not the man calling for thunder and lightning to sweep across the battlefield.

Not the great Crown Prince of the Nine Kingdoms.

Not his brother.

He's just a Thor with the same face and character—

Atrium people.

Just Thor, not Thor Odinson.

How could you just walk away and leave me here.

"Oh... no, I didn't mean that..." Waving his hands unconsciously in front of him, Thor was a little embarrassed, and couldn't help but speak quickly, "Oh... maybe this is rude...but I I think I've seen you, sir, and I think I've dreamed of you."

This is not a lie.

Thor once had very strange dreams.

Rather than saying it was once, it would be better to say that he has always dreamed the same dream.

I don't know when he started, he would have the same dream, he couldn't even tell whether it was a dream or reality every time, the strange buildings that seemed to not exist in the world, the small spaceships roaring past in the sky, all kinds of Those who are not important, he clearly remembers them so clearly.

But those people who appeared in his dream, perhaps very important people, he couldn't remember any of them.

He even dreamed that he was smiling at someone with a mighty silver hammer, but he couldn't remember the appearance of that person.

It was so clearly seen in the dream.

Every time I try my best to think, to see clearly the appearance of the person in my dream, but I get nothing, but he can't stop. Some voice tells him subconsciously, what he wants to know is ahead, don't stop , don't stop.

So he continued this meaningless behavior mechanically, roaring like a wild beast until his throat started to hurt, his eyes were blurred, and his soreness was so uncomfortable that he almost thought he would die in the next second.

Then, he always hears voices.

That metallic voice was still in his ears, piercing his heart like a sharp knife. He couldn't tell what it felt like. He had heard this voice countless times, and even heard that it made people feel impatient. The degree to which the owner of the voice can be recognized by just one syllable.

He was sure he had heard the voice.

Thor should have known, he should have remembered, but he couldn't remember.

I don't know when I started dreaming, I don't know how long I have been dreaming, the only thing I remember after waking up is the flashing of deep green eyes.

Like a vortex, there are countless emotions mixed in it, but those eyes shining like emeralds made Thor feel so uncomfortable that he almost cried.

But today, in this place, he saw the pair of eyes that he was looking for day and night, heard the magnetic voice that kept coming out of the dream, and——

The figure he smiled at in that dream.

"So...you dreamed about me? Are you sure you're not mistaken?" The playful voice of the man in front of him brought Thor back to reality.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Thor always felt that the man's voice was a little hurried, like——

Desperate to prove something.

"Yes sir, maybe you think it's ridiculous, oh... Actually I think it's ridiculous too... But seriously, I'm sure I dreamed about you, and it was during one of my Years' dream." Thor nods his affirmation.

Thinking of the ten-year-long dream, Thor felt a little pain in his head, as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep since that dream began to haunt him, and as time went on, he suddenly realized The chaotic nightmare seems to be telling a story that is too far away.

Perhaps, that is a beautiful story.

Thor thought so.

She raised her head to look at the man again, but unexpectedly found a strange emotion in the man's eyes.

The emotions in those emerald green eyes were so complicated that Thor couldn't see the bottom, mixed with contradictions and confusion, as well as various bright and dark colors.

The heavy rain had stopped unknowingly, and the air was still filled with a sense of humidity. The dark clouds left, but the distant sky gradually became darker. The fire at the border burned the clouds, and the orange sunset was covered by the clouds. , revealing a beautiful but sad light.

"......Yeah."

After a long silence, the man in front of him suddenly spit out two words like a sneer, obviously only two words, but Thor felt inexplicably heavy.

"So... that dream... bothered you?"

I don't understand why the man asked such a question, but he looked into the man's eyes and couldn't say anything. Those cold pupils were full of bitterness and sadness. Thor thought that the man in front of him was very good at hiding his feelings. A type of person, no, maybe he really wants to hide, but he can't.

But why did he show such an expression?

Everything was heavy, and even felt that all the bones in his body were about to be crushed, Thor's lips trembled slightly, but he didn't understand why he trembled.

"Hmm... ah... this dream... has indeed haunted me for a long time."

When he said these words, he was a little scared, obviously there was nothing that could scare him, but he became subconsciously afraid, the feeling of wanting to hold on to something and not let something go was becoming clearer and clearer.

The man in front of him stared straight into his eyes. After a long time, the man suddenly smiled at him. It was not a mockery but a slightly raised arc that made Thor subconsciously stunned. He wanted to blurt out something, but he didn't. Know what to shout.

Where did he see it?

the person in front of you.

"Really." The man opened his lips lightly as if talking to himself, his eyes were a little moist, but there was still a smile on his face, even though it was full of bitterness and unwillingness.

"Then congratulations,"

The arc of the corner of the mouth turned into a deep sarcasm, and the green eyes were like water, as if they would cry at any moment.

"From now on, you will no longer be troubled by that dream."

A faint light twined in the man's hand, so familiar but cold.

"...Farewell."

"Brother."

Thor felt his body tremble uncontrollably, and the voice of Brother was like his inner demon, bringing a feeling so familiar that it almost made people cry.

Brother.

The first reaction that came out of his mind was not that he had no brothers, but that he subconsciously reached out to grab the person in front of him, and then hugged him fiercely, not letting go no matter what.

When he stretched out his hand, a ray of light struck, and his conscious consciousness collapsed in an instant, like falling into a deep vortex, the darkness swallowed everything, everything collapsed in an instant, like the echo from a broken string, his mind A familiar and sad call came from inside.

Like a wave of return, large swaths of memories rushed through his brain.

His country, his enemies, his mother, his father, his comrades-in-arms, his lover, and—

His favorite Brother.

Even though everything was so clear, those memories disappeared one after another, like winter snow, disappearing without a trace.

No... Please...

He kept chasing the black figure, trying to reach out and grab him to prevent him from leaving.

He hasn't told him he loves him yet.

extremely love.

That figure in the dream, that soft call, everything, no matter how he tried to stop it, became blurred.

Even the man he loved, the man with the black hair and green eyes, was blurred like falling pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

no no...

he remembers...

He must have remembered.

How could he forget his beloved brother Lo—

......

Lo...?

Is...what is it...?

No... does he... have a brother...?

Then everything disappears.

He couldn't remember everything either.

............

"Thor!"

"Thor! Why are you in a daze!"

There was a slap on the shoulder, and Thor shuddered back to his senses, looking at his friend the waiter standing beside him.

"Really, how can you be in a daze like this, you," the friend complained and picked up the money from the table, "Hold on, how long have you been standing there since the guests have left, and you have to pay for the money?" Blown away by the wind."

"Oh... oh, sorry." Thor took the money from his friend and was about to collect it.

He turned and left, but he didn't look back to see the black figure standing at the door.