The stranger snorted and Thorvald felt his smile widen a little more, mirroring the other mans expression. Mmm... Perhaps... Was his response as he listened to the other who continued to speak further, his name dropped on him with emphasis. The man had asked him about his fate...

Thor held back a physical shudder as he fell back into the depths of his past life. Dove deep into the depths of hell and back from inside his mind, he burned and he ached, anger still evident in his chest. I... Died I think... I remember pain but nothing more... He replied, hoping he was on point with his estimate of his fate.

He turned away from the other male, his head swiveling to face the drop-off before them, facing the place where he surely could have fallen off. If it hadn't been for her... He... He wouldn't have made it... Did she remember...?

His eyebrows furrowed with his inner questions, his eyes glazed over and hazy as he tried to pull himself from those murky depths again, that internal voice nagging at the edges of his brain. Thor's attention was a million miles away as he dug deep and tried to remember what had happened... All he remembered was blood...

Her blood...