thor >alternate ending
Every night, he dreams of a storm. Lightning blinding his eyes and the following roars of thunder deafening his ears. He stands alone on the edge of a cliff, so close to falling down to an endless darkness. But he does not fear the darkness; he does not fear the fall. ‘If only to be closer to this storm.’ The bright lightning embraces him with comforting warmth and the booming thunder reminds him so much of someone he used to know. The one he used to love and envy so much. The golden one. The one who loved him no matter what he did or who he was. But he can’t remember the face. And without any memory, there is only this wild storm to comfort him. ‘So strange. To find comfort on something so dangerous, so frightful.’ The strong wind pushes him forward and he falls off the cliff. But he does not struggle. He simply lets it happen. He lets himself fall. To feel the lightning, to feel the thunder. To feel his brother’s power, his love, his warmth. … ‘Brother?’ …
Every night, he dreams of a storm. Every night, he wakes with tears and an aching heart. He bites his lips in frustration unable to remember. Remember anything. Outside, rain is falling. Storm is coming, soon. He listens to the rain gently hitting the window. He doesn’t want this gentleness. He wants a storm. He wants to be drenched in the strong whips of rain. He wants the lightning to hit him with all its might. He wants the thunder to cry for him. He wants it. He craves it. He wants the anger. He wants the roaring thunder. He wants it to call for him. He wants it to engulf him. He wants it. He needs it. It? What is this it? Who is this it? And why does he want it so much? Why does he miss it so much? He curses as the usual nothingness takes over. ‘One day. One day, I will remember. One day, I will find you. You, who reminds me of a storm. You… the storm.’
(via mrsmischief)
