It was a nice day in Asgard. Everything was at peace for once. Thor sat quietly out in the garden, breathing in the fresh air. He closed his eyes quietly. It was good to be able to relax, instead of worry about what he had been told a few weeks ago. After clearing his brother's name, he didn't remember much of the next few days. He only remembered waking to all of Asgard's best doctors looking over him. No one was talking, everyone was quiet. He knew then something was terribly wrong. What was still unsure, but all they could tell was that it was slowly taking his life away day by day. He was growing weaker by the day but tried to not show it.

He needed to be strong. His eyes opened hearing his voice. Thor groaned and pulled himself up. He forced a smile onto his face, wiping away the pain. He walked in quickly, trying to appear he had been training. "My dear brother!" he called. "Glad to see you are finally out of your room! Feeling better?"