Steadfast
While Iron Man and Captain America are scouting the ruins of Lady Liberty, and the other Avengers are tending to whatever SHIELD has tasked them with, Thor is standing guard atop one of the few tall buildings left standing in the center of New York City. Despite his initial distaste for the lack of action that a guard station provides him, he's grown to enjoy the general silence of being alone. Now instead of restlessly pacing rooftops and swinging Mjolnir in a futile effort to make it seem as though he is doing something of worth, Thor spends much of his guard time as an imposing sentinel. Mjolnir hangs from his belt but is always within his reach, while the relative solitude reminds him constantly of his Asgardian quarters, spacious almost to the point of loneliness.
Thor has mused much on loneliness over recent times, since the suspected reappearance of Loki in the city, though he himself has never been lonely, not really. Surrounded by his family since birth, Loki included, though as Thor grew he became aware of those who flocked to him to use him for his title, and those who flocked to him out of adoration. From a young age, even by Asgardian standards, he had been no stranger to soldiers with endless requests for sparring battles, or beautiful women with their sultry eyes and open hearts ready and willing for him to bed them. So Thor has never quite been lonely, but until Loki's... turning, he had never realised that the luxury did not extend to his brother.
But enough of that, he thinks, blinking away thoughts that matter little to the situation at hand. Thor knows he cannot afford to dwell on the past if he is to protect the city until it can be rebuilt. Standing a little straighter, he flexes his fingers above where Mjolnir's weight is a heavy reminder of his duty to this Midgardian city, and returns his gaze to the ruins, and the pigeons that still flock to areas they once called home.