【Hammer Base】Forever in Love Underwater

What a sunny and beautiful day.

Thor looks out from the broken Avengers Tower.I saw the scorching sun in the sky, and the bright sunshine filled the earth.

The war seemed to have no end.The steel and iron bones of the building and the flesh and blood of the soldiers went one after another into the war, and they were smashed to pieces in an instant.High-rise buildings used to be the modern statues erected high in the modern city, but now they are cracked, broken, tilted, and collapsed one by one; so the beliefs and hopes of human beings are also shattered along with the shattering of the glass exterior walls, shining brightly in the air fly, fall—

At this moment, the sunlight pouring into the ruins of the war is like pouring into a rich gemstone mine - countless glass facets reflect the sunlight, bringing colorful colors from all directions, interweaving a dreamlike golden light.

There was a rainbow hanging low by the tilted fountain.The angel statue in the center of the pool fell into the water and was submerged.There was still a final smile on his torn face.

Thor turns to find Loki behind him.

He has a smile on his face.It was a sleepwalking hazy smile, as if his body was here, but his spirit was somewhere else that no one else could touch.His eyeballs were motionless, but there were fluctuating lights and shadows hidden in his pupils, like sunlight overflowing water in the deep seabed.

"Loki," Thor calls him.

He didn't respond, didn't even glance at his scarred brother.

Thor was covered in blood, and his armor was covered in scratches.There is no cape behind him.By now, he was no longer obsessed with the hearty killing pleasure on the battlefield, nor was he indulging in the majesty rendered by the flying cloak.On the battlefield, he can only fight with his bare hands, and can only fight with his life; what can protect him and support him is the strength in his body, and him who is far behind safely——

He was knocked down again and again, but he had Loki; the cosmic engine tore his body, and the spiritual mage tore his soul, but he had Loki; they shot out arrows, used up bullets, and used up armor, but He has Loki.

Loki is still there, so he doesn't want to die, he can't die.

But the war seems to have no end, roaring and devouring everything, even the life and death of gods have become unknown.

The decisive battle is imminent.He didn't need rest, new hope, or even the will to win.He just needs to come back and have a look at him, it's all the supplies he needs.

How he wished Loki would stop by and say a few words to himself.In the age of Asgard, on the eve of the decisive battle, Loki would always praise his bravery and predict his victory in his ear.Even if these praises and prophecies are hypocritical, that's okay--Loki casually gave him a few hypocritical words, and he was overjoyed; the hero held the fluffy words and walked onto the battlefield with enthusiasm.

But Loki brushes past him slowly.Sunlight and shadow cast a clear boundary on the ground, and his steps stopped at that boundary.In the shadows, he blinked slightly, looking almost blankly at the sunny and miserable world outside the window.

"Loki." Thor called him again, but he still didn't look back.

Through the glass window in front of him, Thor can see the two of them.He was bloodied and disheveled, while Loki was neat and elegant and smiling, just like the portrait once upon a time on the dome of the Golden Palace.

Thor feels a little dazed for a moment, as if all these hundreds of years have been a long, painful dream.As soon as they opened their eyes, they were still standing in the fire-warmed hall, looking up side by side, watching the artist paint Loki's eyes green.The painter's handwriting is really wonderful: in order to faithfully reproduce the layering of the light shining into the pupil, he adjusted different shades of green to express Loki's clear eyes.On countless drunken nights, Thor would collapse on the hall, stupefied looking at the lifelike Loki on the dome.He reached out countless times.But he was far above the clouds, and he couldn't touch him.

Loki was in front of him now. Thor reaches out—his bloody hand—but stops abruptly before touching Loki's shoulder.Suddenly he was timid; a hot and cold heartache drove him, and made him stretch out his hand longingly and withdraw it in fear.

"I've always had a dream," he said, looking down at his fingers with missing nails; he didn't feel pain—as long as Loki wasn't hurt, he wouldn't really feel pain, "I dreamed I said," he said. After a pause, he took a deep breath, "I dreamed that I said everything before I left."

That feels so good.It was as if he had held his breath for a long time and finally let it out.It's like a rain that has been endured for a long time, and finally it pours down happily.Like a sword hanging above his head, finally piercing his body with a cold light.

"I said," he clenched his fists uncontrollably because of deep longing; his fists became tighter and tighter, so that the muscles all over his body were tense; blood vessels protruded and swam on his muscles, like It's a sudden burst of lightning, "I think... when I get back... can you kiss me..." His words are always certain, short, and forceful, and they often end with an exclamation point—just like his His life is a big and eye-catching exclamation point; but he stumbled in these few words, being entangled by a series of ellipsis - his desire, in that intermittent hesitation, "Not between brothers The...is..."

He paused.what is that?Lovers?Between couples?Family room?Both, and neither.He was young at the time, and the first thing in his longing was the burning love, but time has changed, and what he wants is not only love.He wants so much, he can't tell.He wants very little, a kiss is enough.

In the end, his determination to break the boat was in the calm period at the end, "As long as you kiss me."

—I am yours.

The sun quietly fell to the west for half a minute, the shadow of the sun moved a step, and Loki subconsciously took a step back, avoiding the sun.

"No…" Loki murmured, fear in his voice.

He never looked back.

So Thor returned to the battlefield.The sun turned out to be cold.

Loki, falling from the sky under the icy sunlight, smiled at him, "I'm going to die, brother."

"Why is he here?" The cheer of victory turned into a growl of defeat; he hugged Loki tightly, asking everyone in the ruins angrily and helplessly, asking himself, "Why did he—"

He looks down at Loki - a few hours ago, he looked neat and clean, with a soft demeanor; but now, he looks decayed and thin, as if all the flesh and blood have been consumed by the long torture.It was as if a god stretched out his finger and moved the clock in Loki's body several times quickly, so that he wasted away extremely quickly.Only the bones of his whole body, like the pride that refuses to collapse, support what little life he has left.His mouth was a jumble of welts—someone had stitched his mouth up stitch by stitch, and judging by the way the stitches were new and old, the process had been repeated.And he had just cut the sutures with a dagger—the cut was hasty, and there were streaks of blood on his cheeks, like cat whiskers painted on his face as a prank.

I don't know who persuaded him in his ear, "Go to the hospital..." All the voices were far and near, as if coming from the water, "Stop the bleeding first..."

Blood.His legs move mechanically, and Loki's fingertips hang down, dripping blood with every step he takes.

Loki looks like he's having a nightmare.He frowned, and said something quickly and silently, and the blood was oozing wetly from the wound on his mouth; Thor leaned down to listen, only to hear intermittent "in... 100 years..."—— He suddenly struggled violently, holding his arms across his chest, as if holding an invisible heart.Doctors circled him, wiping the blood from his chin, attaching machines to him.His heartbeat was a weak, chaotic choke.He opened his eyes suddenly - his mind was still in a coma, but his eyes saw Thor.

In an instant, his heart was beating wildly, the electrocardiogram was in a mess, and the machine screamed warningly.

"Hmm!" His mouth was covered by the doctor, to keep him from tearing open his own wound repeatedly in his sleep; but he shook his head frantically, and shouted at Thor bloody, "Don't want you—don't— "

The doctor pushed him, sweating profusely, "I don't want to describe the patient in literary terms, but he does—" the machine was still screaming frantically, telling them that Loki couldn't handle his heartbeat, "—life Hanging thread. You're prodding him, you're here, he's going to die."

There was thunder and lightning, and it rained heavily.

Thor walks out of the hospital room.Several comrades in arms were waiting for him outside.He didn't stop, but turned a corner, broke through the window, and landed directly at the SHIELD headquarters.Several enemy prisoners of war were being held underground, and after a little listening, he knew their exact location.He was drenched all over, and the blood that had dried up on the battle suit was dissolved by the rain at this moment, leaving a river of blood on the ground following his footsteps.Small but deadly lightning he held in his fist, it was his desire for vengeance.

Natasha stopped him. "You can't kill them, Thor," her voice was hoarse and apologetic. "They're still useful to us."

"It's not us," Thor's voice has a rare sarcasm in it, "it's you. It's useful to you."

He kept going, Natasha didn't stop him, she knew that none of them was a match for Thor.But a few mortals could easily stop Thor - a few shivering civil servants stood at the prison entrance, ordered to block the wrath of the gods.Gods don't hurt people, their fragility is their talisman.He can choose to defeat them, but after defeating these few, new mortals will come up and beg for his mercy.His kindness is his prison, and he cannot move.

He suddenly felt that everything was ridiculous.The most ridiculous thing is himself.A reckless, rough and kind god, an old-fashioned hero out of date.In the eyes of the world, his emotions are thick lines, which can be flipped through like a cartoon; after flipping through, it will be a new chapter of honor.To be a god is already the greatest honor in the world, he should be happy and contented, he has no right to suffer recklessly, let alone cry cowardly.When they looked up and saw him fly by, they thought he was not sad.

he left.

They put Loki in the mansion. Loki doesn't want him, so he only sneaks in to see him when Loki is asleep.He's always asleep and waking up less and less, so Thor has plenty of opportunities to watch him quietly.He hasn't looked at Loki so carefully for more than 200 years - the younger brother in front of him and the younger brother in his memory can no longer completely overlap.He's taller, thinner, and has a lot of injuries.But his whole body was covered with a layer of faint light, as if his skin was stitched out, and the silver light contained inside was dimly seen through the stitches.

"Loki," Thor asked, "what should I do?"

Loki doesn't answer.The doctor said he hadn't woken up for days.Maybe he won't wake up again.

Somehow, Thor seemed to hear Loki's voice: If only it rained... Asgard's rain... I'm in the rain, it won't hurt...

Thor stood up, ran into the dining room, and announced loudly, "I know! I'm going to find a star!" With childlike excitement, he said, "I'm going to make it the new Asgard!"

New Asgard is done, but the doctors say Loki can't go back because "he can't jolt right now."

Batch after batch of Asgardians boarded the spaceship and returned to their hometown where they met for the first time but reunited after a long absence.The warmth and beauty of my hometown is as usual, and the sun hangs high in the sky, exuding endless heat and light.Asgardians set foot on the strange but familiar land, and they shed tears.It was strange that they had been looking forward to it with joy and excitement for so long, but when they came here, the first feeling they felt was not the relief of a heavy burden, but a stagnant, slowly bursting sadness.They stand in front of the lost and recovered scenery, weeping for those parts that cannot be lost and recovered after all.They support each other, parents hold their children, lovers clasp their hands, brothers stand side by side; there are also people who lost their loved ones in the recent death, so they can only hold small boxes in their hands. Stones engraved with names.These small and shabby graves are helpless grief.The new Asgard can naturally be infinitely similar to the old Asgard.But for some people, a place without old friends is not a hometown anyway.

Thor stands alone in front of everyone.He was the only one who didn't cry.He led them forward.

What a sunny and beautiful day.

He did not build the golden palace, nor cast the throne.Once he knew how the gold in his father's palace came from, he was no longer keen on the appearance of resplendent and magnificent.Everything is changing, he thought, the glory days of the gods are over, and the people of the courtyard no longer need kings and gods.The Asgardians no longer need a magnificent golden palace or brilliant murals - what they need is endless spring rain and a thriving new life.

Only his and Loki's bedroom remained, in the place where the side hall used to be. The emerald starry sky on Loki's roof is still there, and that gem was brought back by Thor himself.It wasn't as big or as bright as it used to be, but he tried his best.Outside his window is the garden.The gardens of Asgard used to be full of rare and exotic grasses, but they were all wiped out with the flames of the doomsday. Thor brought a bright red flower from the atrium. Its name is rose. It is said that in the atrium, this is the flower that represents love.

Thor went to the garden and was amazed to see how big and how many roses were in bloom.They are bustlingly blooming in the sun, and with the strong wind blowing out of the garden, they spread all the way to the back hill.The water and soil of New Asgard seemed unable to resist this beautiful invasion, and even the solemn and sacred temple was surrounded by roses.Such a warm red, scrambling to grab, growing like a wolf like a tiger, even stretched out vine-like branches, climbing up the pillars of the temple with all hands and feet - the flower of love is unscrupulous on the top of the temple , Exuding the fragrance swaggeringly, the triumphant look reminded him of Loki. Loki is the palest person, but the warmest flower is also like him.

Not just roses.If there is a warm wind, only the sound of the mountain stream, and the clouds in the sky, they are all a bit like him.Even the first side he saw of the planet, its frozen, weeping form, resembled him.

Everything like him is there, only he is not there.

Thor walked to the door of the temple.He raised his hand and plucked a rose.Here, it has no thorns, only beauty.

But on the pinched flower branch, a huge flower bone flower appeared immediately without admitting defeat; when the wind blew, it suddenly unfolded, like a bloody flower spilled. Thor takes it off again in amazement, and it opens up again, so stubbornly cute.

He steps into the temple.Candles were lit in the temple, reflecting the empty four walls white and in a trance.

The temple can be rebuilt, but the appearance of the gods no longer exists.It was the image of the gods left in the world after death, and was ignited by the immortal heroic souls in the Hall of Valor, harbingers of joy, anger, sorrow and joy for the future of God's Domain.Where did they go after Ragnarok?The prophecy of fate told them that after the dusk of the gods, all the gods will disappear together; the gods who have died will lose the appearance of the gods; the gods who are still alive will all die.The realm of the gods will still be protected, but there will no longer be an omnipotent and omniscient god sitting on the throne.

The prophecy of fate never fails. Standing in the empty temple, Thor still has some doubts: why is he the only one alive?

Suddenly, he found a shadowy figure appeared on the wall in front of him, as if a distant figure was approaching him from the fog.He walked in front of the wall unconsciously, and the vague image became clearer and clearer—it was himself.

He was wearing battle armor, and the red cloak behind him was dragged on the ground.He appeared before Thor like a mirror image.Above his head, the sun that symbolizes light flashed; behind him, the mountains, rivers, and seas that represented Asgard gradually emerged; Hold the tiny, glowing planet in your palm—that's the new Asgard.

Thor stared at his own face in surprise.His face looked at him too, solemn and sad.

"Why did you show up?" he asked himself.

His face was speechless; he lowered his eyes and looked at the planet in his palm.The planet rotates by itself, shining brightly.

Only a dead god will have a divine appearance, but he is clearly still alive, and his heart is still——

He raised a trembling hand and pressed it to his chest.The heart pounded one last time in the chest, and then quietly rested.

he died.

—When the feet of the last Asgardian set foot on the land of Nova, the heart of the last god stopped beating at last.

"Why?" His voice trembled, asking about his appearance.Like a mortal, trembling and praying to the gods.

Thor is blind in one eye, but has both eyes.He still lowered his eyes, not looking at him.

In that split second, it dawns on Thor - death is his last one.

He raised his head and looked around the temple where the faces of the gods were flying all over the sky; the candlelight brought shadows of light and shadows, and he seemed to see the faces of the gods that had long since disappeared in the void, reappearing in the blink of an eye. showed up.He seemed to see himself—the young and hopeful self more than 200 years ago, walking into the temple for the first time; he looked up at the appearance of the gods, and saw the cold mist filling the murals , flowing slowly.The eyes of the gods also moved slowly with his footsteps.There was a hint of timidity on his face - in front of the gods, he was just a mischievous child, it was impossible not to be timid.

"Father?" Thor was confused—shouldn't he have seen "Death"?But this is clearly within the temple, where is death?He walked towards his father blankly, "Is the answer already out? What kind of god am I?"

His father didn't answer him.His golden gun slammed hard on the ground, bursting out the sound of gold and stone.

This is what makes him kneel down.He knelt down and asked hopefully, "Is it all over, Father?"

The father's voice was low and serious, and it echoed repeatedly in the empty temple, as if every sentence was shackled, and every sentence was dragged by echoes.

"Thor, son of Odin," declared the All-Father, "you shall be the last of the gods. You are the mightiest and the weakest; you are the longest and the shortest; you are the most merciful. , and the cruelest god."

Young Thor Odinson was confused.He knelt and looked up at his father, with the same silly confusion on his face - only a young man who has never suffered has such an expression.He's so young, so happy, so impatient - he wants to turn around and run out of the temple to give Loki a kiss.He hasn't had time to love, and hasn't really been hurt.He knelt on the ground, he had no idea that a pair of shackles were about to be put on him, and the shackles made him unable to love anymore.

"Why?" he asked - at this moment, he was still thinking of Loki, "Why am I the last god? Where's Loki?"

His father did not answer his question.The judgment of the gods told the son through the mouth of the father, "You are the patron saint."

Thor froze.He'd always thought he'd be Thor or Ares, but the gods' verdict had its own meaning, and he'd gladly accept it—the only question was, "What Patronus am I?"

Candles danced, and the gods slowly gathered forward; his ancestors came towards him on the wall, looking expectantly.

Odin answered him, "That's up to you."

He paused, then added in a low voice, "You will become the patron saint of my beloved."

Thor looked around the gods in apprehension.He gets it.

——Becoming a god was the first time in his life that he suddenly realized.

"I am the patron saint. I am the god with the longest lifespan and the shortest lifespan. If I choose to protect the heaven and the earth, my lifespan will be equal to that of the sky. If I choose to protect one person, the day he dies will be the day my heart stops beating."

——Time once told him tick-tock: You are a god outside of time.

Odin looked at him, a rare look of resentment in his one-eyed eyes.

"I am the Patronus. I am the mightiest and the weakest of gods; I am as strong as my Beloved desires; I will make his will his will, his will his will, His ambition is his ambition, and his happiness is his joy. Whoever I guard is my master; my power is boundless, but it is all controlled by one person."

Odin told him, "You will not have a master. Asgard is your master, and you are the master of Asgard. You can only wish Asgard's wishes, and Asgard's will. Will, be ambitious with the ambition of Asgard, and be happy with the joy of Asgard. Your power is boundless, and it must not be controlled by one person."

Thor trembled all over, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, "I am the most merciful and cruel god. If my beloved wants doom, then I am doom; if my beloved wants to die, then I am death." ;I will pluck the stars for him, split the mountains and rivers. For him, there will be no undoable things in the world. For him—”

"Shut up!" his father shouted loudly, and the golden gun hit the ground hard, "Without him! You are the last god in the world, and the future and hope of Asgard depend on you—you must not be controlled by others, you Never love someone alone!"

"Father!" His voice was full of desolate pleas, "but father! I—"

There was a bang, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain washed away the temple.

"You have to understand," Odin's voice trembled, "you are the last god, and only by protecting Asgard can Asgard last forever. You have to understand that the heavens and the earth are not kind to you, but they are kind to all things."

Young Thor Odinson understood.He hasn't fully understood what his heart wants, but he only needs to understand that he is a god.His heart could no longer have direction.He only has the present time, only the ground under his feet.So he knelt before the faces of the gods, bent down, and kowtowed.

Knock once, knock again, knock three times—

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Loki, Loki, Loki—

"I will never," he gritted his teeth, and paused every word, "I will never love only one person."

In an instant, the hall was full of light——

From now on, he is a god.

The last god in the world, bowing his head before the gods and spirits, finally cried bitterly.

So he walks away from Loki.He didn't look at him anymore—he was afraid that one more look would cause this strange and fascinating soul to leap up and surpass the universe and become the love of God's heart.He stayed away from him, but couldn't help approaching him; he scolded him, but couldn't help asking for his forgiveness; he ignored him, but valued him more than anyone else.

How he wanted to love him.

He cannot love him.This dangerous, fickle, cunning, selfish mortal.He cannot make his will his will, his will his desire, his ambition his ambition.He carefully kept away from him, unwilling to become his own god.

But at the moment of his death, he suddenly realized that he had already been the patron saint of Loki alone, but he never knew it.When did this start?Was it from the first time he called Loki up and running?Or from the moment he held up the gem for him?Or was it—or was it that Loki had been his Patronus since he was still a baby, when he first said "I love you" and kissed him for the first time?

It dawned on him.He was wrong.

It dawned on him.He is late.

His heart stopped beating.

Loki is dead.

The dead god walked into the surging sea of ​​roses.He could feel his blood stop flowing; his hands and feet were gradually numb, and a cold feeling gradually rose from the soles of his feet, as if he was stepping into the water step by step.He hasn't fallen, only because he hasn't fulfilled his beloved's last wish.He dragged his dead body to complete the last duty of the Guardian God.

—he could hear Loki's last wish.He wants to melt into the water and pour his life into the rivers, lakes and seas of Asgard, flowing under the sun and moonlight; It fell from the sky.When he lands, Thunder will always be by his side.From now on, he is the water of Asgard, and he is the ubiquitous new life and beauty; through the baptism of death, he finally becomes almost a god, and no longer needs the real body.He finally completely belonged to Asgard, and he finally had a hometown that was integrated with him.He can stay here forever, no longer need to wander in the boundless universe.

He wants to go home.

He picked Loki up from the hospital bed.They walk into the rain.Everyone looked at them in silence, and no one spoke. Loki is cold, but he himself is also cold; they embrace each other, and finally have a temperature that is suitable and equal to each other.

They landed in the fiery garden.There is no moon in the sky, only Loki exudes a faint, hazy and beautiful light.Maybe it was because of the Frost Giant blood in him, the pale blue of his skin, like the moon in Asgard once.

Thor hugged him and walked forward step by step. Loki's fingertips drooped down, gently stroking the fragrant rose petals.

"Actually, I'm just your patron saint, do you know that?" Thor said softly.

At dusk, he heard the faint sound of music in the distance.After a brief period of grief, the Asgardians, who were born strong and happy, chose to celebrate their rebirth at night.On the square, there must be dotted with crystal clear lanterns of various colors; colorful and attractive food and drink are placed on the long table, and the mead brewed from the clear spring water is unlimited supply; everyone sings, dances, spins, and sprinkles bouquets of petals to mid-air

Thor stepped on the fallen petals and walked up the mountain.

"But I don't know. I'm too stupid to know all this time." He stopped, bowed his head, and kissed Loki on the forehead; he didn't really need to breathe anymore, but his breath was there Still trembling, "I didn't know that all my victories came from your blessing," he continued to walk forward, "I am your patron saint, as long as you really want it, I will do it all. You tell me, I will win, so I never fail. You want me to defeat the enemy, you want me to save Ragnarok, you want me to rebuild Asgard—”

Loki is a dangerous, fickle, cunning, selfish mortal.He cannot make his will his will, his will his desire, his ambition his ambition.He carefully kept away from him, unwilling to become his own god.

But under Loki's dangerous fickleness, cunning and selfishness, he hopes that Thor will be invincible, he hopes that Asgard will be safe forever, he hopes that the end will end, and he looks forward to the coming of the future.His wishes are always selfish and unselfish at the same time.He never asked for much.No one really knew him, they all misunderstood him.

Until this last time, he had prayed for death.He made up his mind to die, and no one could stop him.

"You saved my life, you know? If I'm really the patron saint of Asgard, when Asgard falls, I'll die with the wind," he kissed him tearfully Cold forehead, "But I am your patron saint. As long as you are alive, I am alive. Asgard is destroyed, I am still alive, so I build a new Asgard. They all say that loving you will destroy Me, but loving you saved me."

They walked to the river.The river is full of bright red petals—the roses here are always in bloom, and they fall into the water with rustling, turning the water red.

Thor knelt down and gently submerged Loki's body in the water.He will fulfill his last wish.

He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Loki's lips.

"I've loved you for 1000 years," he promised—and he knew his promise would come true this time. "I'll love you for thousands of years to come."

He let go. Loki merged into the flowing petals; his long black hair spread softly in the water, and the hem of his white clothes floated and swayed in the water.He seemed to be asleep, in the water, there seemed to be a little smile on his mouth.

"I will always love you and protect you forever. As long as there are raindrops falling on Asgard, as long as there are life and reproduction in Asgard, you will be with this planet. As long as you are, I will be. I will Forever guarding you, forever guarding this land. Until the rivers, lakes and seas are dry, until the last Asgardian dies, until the planet is reduced to dust, and we disappear together."

He remembered his own image - standing alone in a blank void, protecting the planet in his hands.

After the dusk of the gods, all the gods have fallen, but God's Domain still has the protection of gods.

The prophecy of fate never fails.

Suddenly, in the distant sky, several grand fireworks bloomed.The bright red and golden light scattered happily, and then dripped down.He remembered how Loki had been terrified of fireworks as a child—he was terrified of anything too big, too loud, too hot.He hides in Thor's arms, shivering, and Thor covers his ears hard.He raised his head, looking sheepishly for his comfort; so he lowered his head, and gave him a soft kiss.

Thor Odinson knelt by the water, watching Loki's body, wrapped in bright red petals, flickering, floating and sinking, like a half-real dream.

He suddenly regretted it at that moment—even though his chest was completely cold, the throbbing and scorching pain still rumbled.He wanted him back, even if it was just a cold corpse, he wanted to cover his ears and let him rot in his arms.

He ran along the bank, "Loki! Loki! Loki!"

But Loki went down the waterfall and suddenly disappeared.

Thor stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down.The majestic water vapor is stirred up by the waterfall, as if there is an eternal moist rain in the mountain stream.He couldn't see anything.

Throughout his life, he is his moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, the illusion he longs for, a cloud, a rain, and a beam of moonlight that he can't grasp; he is the yesterday that he can't go back, it's too late Tomorrow; he is the cowardice of his courage, the remorse of his perfection, the doubt of his conviction, the death of his immortality.

He was the first and last person he kissed in his life.

He will become water, he will become wind, he will become cloud, he will become rain.When New Asgard ushers in the first spring rains, he will return to this land.

So his patron saint withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, knelt by the water, and quietly stopped breathing.

the last god in the world