(the art belongs to RainLoneslum)

the corridors of valhalla were flooded with sunlight penetrating inside, illuminating even the most forgotten corners of the winding halls. the windows that stretched from the ceiling to the floor were polished with a pure luster, as if one could see the entire heavenly world. but here, in this sun—dappled silence, was the god of thunder himself, thor. his tall figure, covered in a light robe, cast a great shadow, and the hammer Mjölnir that had awakened during the first round was slung over his shoulder.

the silent halls stood in stark contrast to the god who walked among them. his red silky hair gently swayed as if he were in a constant state of agitation.

as he strolled, his hand brushed against the wall, and the rough texture seemed to bring him comfort. despite the sunlight streaming through the windows, a chill remained in the air.

˖ ֹ੭୧ ⊹ ࣪ ⑅

thor stopped, peering out into the heavenly world beyond. his golden eyes, adorned with black sclera, took in the view with a detached appreciation. yet, there was a flicker of something deeper within those eyes, a hunger that thor could never truly satisfy. the deity sighed, glancing back down the hallway. it was no secret that here, in the heart of valhalla, even the strongest of deities felt the weight of solitude. thor, a master of battle, a god of thunder, was no exception.

"..." he turned from the window, and without a word, resumed his journey, the sound of his footsteps echoing loudly through the empty hall. as the melancholy swallowed him once more, thor couldn't help but wonder if he would ever find a worthy opponent to challenge the thirst for battle that plagued his immortal existence.