of brothers and ghosts (джен)

“Isn’t there any love left in you for him, father?” Thor questions him openly, letting his temper flare. The endless rain falls heavily. “You mourned a prince, not a son. I can’t just ignore my brother is gone.” Not like you dances in the charged air between them, a silent accusation Thor is wise enough to keep quiet.
Odin stands in front of Thor, aged and worn, and yet Thor sees nothing but the King of yore. He sees a stone-faced king sitting on Hliðskjálf, passing judgment with an eye that sees it all.