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COULD FAULT HIS PERPETUAL RESTLESSNESS FOR HOW HE MOVES BETWEEN REALMS , TRYING TO KEEP EYES ON EVERYTHING : and until he takes his position on Hliðskjálf , the eternal throne , his life will exist in this way , perhaps a montage of occasional ennui , constant action .
the reality isn’t always so bad , though ------------------ moments to breathe are interspersed , with superpowered friends , family , and newly - formed acquaintances . moments where he can still and marvel at the world created for him , the world he’s sought to protect all these centuries . a such opportunity presents himself here , sat on the ground , back againt the couch , window overlooking Manhattan as it awakens to a sunrise , smoke settling from altercations prior . Thor thinks about the families saved , the families grieving , and makes a vow to visit them all later today . thoughts pause when he feels fingers in his soft hair , deftly working to form pattern in disorder . Wanda braids away , seemingly with ease , and Thor does little to disrupt the flow of her work , instead pulling a hair tie off his wrist ; the sole survivor , where others have fallen , and were lost , to energy expended in battle .
❝ it’s the last one I have ---------------- make it count . ❞
@wtchinscrlet / p. / selective.