![]() ![]() So much so that, by the end of the day, he was far too exhausted to contemplate making the passing over the Bifrost which was a draining journey even at the best of times.īrother Loki had been nodding sleepily by the time he came to tell him his intentions. He had been much delayed by his activities in Midgard today. #LOST IN THE STORM THOR FANFIC WINDOWS#With the rain pattering down on the windows like the gentlest and oldest of lullabies. The raging charcoal mass of rain and thunder which towered over the earth and roared like fury at the call of its master and Mjolnir. Stratocumulus which felt nothing less than a thick, soft blanket of sky. Altocumulus which formed in patches and looked almost like an upside down range of snow-capped hills. Woolly cirrocumulus, remarkably akin to the fleece of a lamb. Each one not only completely individual but constantly changing and melding to better fit with the shape of the world. Influenced by a thousand meteorological factors. ![]() After all, all ice can do in the end is melt. But Thor thought these people rather short-sighted as clouds were exactly the same. People said snowflakes could never be exactly alike, each one a perfect example of uniqueness. The sky above Asgard was perhaps more complex than this one, with the daylight swirling away like a dancer's petticoats to reveal stars and nebulas gleaming like facets in an enormous black crystal. ![]()
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