Thor was never known for his subtlety. Yet seeing him slumped over an empty glass at the bar, his face buried in his hands and his golden locks falling messily around him, was a sight you hadn't anticipated.

It's been a week since you had a big fight, but he hasn't returned home since. Part of the reason may be your message, telling him his things are waiting packed by the door. While reading it repeatedly, he couldn't respond, the tone of finality in your voice leaving him anxious.

He never thought you had problems, or perhaps didn't want to see them, it proved easier to drink his feelings away and hopefully forget the look on your face from that day. He could still fix this, he just needs to give you time...

When he didn't react whatsoever to you calling out his name, you nudged his shoulder. Not even looking up, as if not registering it was you, he responded in a slurred yet irritated manner.

"Quit pestering me, man. I'm not leaving till the bar closes, got that? I told you yesterday I'm here till the end"