#gow thor

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「啊……不……像这样摸着水面，就好像手能够到天空一样……了呢」

「呵呵……你说的好有趣……」

「这是我喜欢的人说过的话……」

「嗬……那个人……是个诗人呢」

「我喜欢的人，是诗人、剑客、哲学家……也是雷霆的代行者……

我喜欢的人，是屠夫、爱人、毁灭者……也是承载者……」

索尔「……」

( 受到 《素晴日》 启发 )

Thor woke up in his own bed, at first it was a very normal morning, everything around him was fine, but he felt something was wrong, because Sif was not there.

At first he thought she had just left temporarily, so he got up to look for her, when he was in the room he found that all things related to her were gone.

Her cup was gone…

Her scent was gone…

Her voice was gone…

Thor felt surprised. When he walked out of the room there was still not much unease, but the further he went the stranger it became, the palace was still the same palace, people were still there, but the moment he asked about the name “Sif,” everyone reacted with confusion, as if they had no idea what the word referred to.

That kind of confusion itself was not normal.

He could not explain it, he shouted:

“Sif, don’t do this! Hey!”

“…Sif?”

“Stop messing around, come out!”

No response… he felt for the first time a coldness that did not belong to battle.

That was not fear, but something had shifted out of place.

He gave up.

At first he still tried to explain, change wording, describe appearance, location, relationship, but no one could match anything, some even said “Are you sure you said the right person?”

This should not have happened.

Only then did he slowly realize this was not a communication problem, it was that “this person was not acknowledged at all.”

More precisely, the entire world was avoiding that existence.

Then he continued searching, looking for Thrúd,

“Thrúd! If you dare mess around—” but halfway through he himself realized:

this world did not even contain the word “Thrúd.”

He did not even realize that “absence” itself had already become normal.

He kept searching, but the more he searched the emptier it became, her room had nothing of hers, as if a part of the world was missing, but everyone assumed it had never existed.

That kind of emptiness felt as if it had been arranged.

He began to get a bit annoyed, but not fully out of control, just felt strange, felt logic did not match, then something even stranger happened—he saw Modi and Magni alive.

This was impossible.

He swallowed and walked over.

He looked at Modi and Magni in disbelief, he felt like this was a dream… he hugged them, felt happy, but also confused… in his memory those two were dead, but now they were there, speaking normally, acting normally.

At that moment he froze, because that contradiction could not be explained or suppressed.

Thor started asking very specific questions, like who their mother was, whether they had a sister, but they did not understand at all, and even thought he was saying strange things, asking if their father was sick.

At that moment Thor began to realize the problem was not “someone remembered wrongly,” but that the entire world itself felt wrong.

That wrongness was no longer a local error, but a structural displacement of reality.

He went down… to find Odin, he felt this must be the source, he stopped at the door, took a deep breath, as if preparing to be scolded, then opened it.

Odin looked up and saw Thor looking panicked.

“What are you doing again.”

After hearing everything, Odin only stayed silent for a moment.

“What are you talking about, I don’t understand, these things never happened, you are drunk, Thor.”

Thor did not immediately explode, he just paused.

Because that feeling was strange, not denial, but that the entire reality he described was not being connected.

His language itself seemed unable to be accepted by this world.

Then he turned away and left in disappointment, because continuing had no meaning.

He began trying to confirm things himself.

Then he met Heimdall.

This Heimdall was strange, at first glance it was not normal vigilance or hostility, but something closer, even slightly intrusive, as if he liked Thor.

“Hey! Thor, you today… are not right.”

Heimdall’s tone was not mocking.

Thor felt surprised.

“…Don’t bother me.”

Heimdall stepped closer:

“You are shaking.”

He tried to read Thor’s thoughts, then stopped, because what he saw did not belong to this world, war, collapse, and a continuous emotion—sadness.

That sadness was not momentary, but something always pressing underneath.

And there were concepts this world should not contain, like women, family structure. Heimdall did not feel fear, but interest, like seeing an anomaly.

“Wow! What is this? No no no I swear I have never seen this, what is this? I have never seen these two people! Thor, when you think about them, your heartbeat changes.”

But Thor only felt something invading him. Heimdall kept approaching, he backed away, the other followed.

That displacement of distance made him instinctively feel danger.

“You outsider, but you seem interesting.”

Thor did not understand.

At that moment Baldur happened to pass by, he saw Thor and ran over.

No hesitation, he hugged him directly.

“Hey! There you are! I thought you'd disappeared. Please? Say yes this time, Thor!”

The scene immediately fell into chaos.

Heimdall stopped, Thor also stopped.

Because the structure of relationships was wrong, one observing, one relying, one rejecting.

That structure itself felt like a displaced reality.

Thor only felt confusion. He did not understand, and did not want to understand, so he chose to leave.

But Heimdall and Baldur followed him.

“Hey!? What are these two doing? Today is really strange!”

He ran into the crowd, but soon found himself surrounded.

These people knew “Thor,” but not this Thor. The “Thor” in their memory would interact warmly with them.

People tried to approach him, observe him, talk about him, with admiration and curiosity.

The “Thor” in their cognition and the current Thor were not the same being.

At first he could still tolerate it, but the more it went on the more irritated he became.

Finally he smashed Mjölnir into the ground, releasing lightning to push the crowd back.

Then he turned into lightning and left.