She was crying again. She didn't know why; she expected this to happen. Still, it did not lessen the blow.
Thor had walked out on her, as she knew he would. It was inevitable. The Norse god of thunder was not only known for his temper, but also for his fickle mind. Maring knew she was temporary, in more ways than one. She was the new storm, a tropical one at that. She was exotic and spontaneous, and that caught Thor's fancy immediately.
She was only supposed to stay awhile, but the inescapable fight had come. Thor raged and roared and lit up the sky above the mortal ground, possibly frightening the land dwellers into hiding in their homes. And Maring? Maring cried. She cried as she had never done before. She weeped and bawled and watched helplessly as he left, flying into the night.
It was a silly fight, of course. Maring was too unpredictable, he said, too unstable. And worse of all, Maring was clingy. Thor called her clingy. Possessive, he told her, didn't know how to let go. She should've known from the start that he wouldn't stay. He never did, with the others, and he sure as hell never would. Maring knew that, but the knowledge of it did not stop her from hoping anyway.
And so she cried. She looked down upon the land dwellers in a mix of pity and spite. They're panicking, she knew. Panicking and scrambling to save each other, to save themselves. She hated that they had each other, that they wouldn't abandon each other in times of distress. She cried harder to spite them. And she cried harder because she could not help it, because she felt sorry for them.
They were suffering her suffering and Maring knew that it was not fair. She should leave them alone, go on with her life. Maybe she'd become a nice December wind come Christmas, or maybe she'd visit up north and blend into the ice. But part of her--a big part of her--did not want to leave.
Maring stayed where she was, just in case Thor decided to come back. It was a hopeless case, part of her knew. But "What if?" was a question that fixed on her mind. Maybe he'd come back. Maybe they'd fight again and he'd leave again. But at least he would come back. Him raging at her was better than nothing.
And so Maring let her tears flood the land dwellers below. She felt sorry for them, but they had each other. She felt sorry for herself and yet she had no one. In her mind, it was justified. Let me cry, she thought, let me get it all out and I will leave you to each other.
She looked out into the darkness, imagining the sounds of thunder.
Thor had walked out on her, as she knew he would. It was inevitable. The Norse god of thunder was not only known for his temper, but also for his fickle mind. Maring knew she was temporary, in more ways than one. She was the new storm, a tropical one at that. She was exotic and spontaneous, and that caught Thor's fancy immediately.
She was only supposed to stay awhile, but the inescapable fight had come. Thor raged and roared and lit up the sky above the mortal ground, possibly frightening the land dwellers into hiding in their homes. And Maring? Maring cried. She cried as she had never done before. She weeped and bawled and watched helplessly as he left, flying into the night.
It was a silly fight, of course. Maring was too unpredictable, he said, too unstable. And worse of all, Maring was clingy. Thor called her clingy. Possessive, he told her, didn't know how to let go. She should've known from the start that he wouldn't stay. He never did, with the others, and he sure as hell never would. Maring knew that, but the knowledge of it did not stop her from hoping anyway.
And so she cried. She looked down upon the land dwellers in a mix of pity and spite. They're panicking, she knew. Panicking and scrambling to save each other, to save themselves. She hated that they had each other, that they wouldn't abandon each other in times of distress. She cried harder to spite them. And she cried harder because she could not help it, because she felt sorry for them.
They were suffering her suffering and Maring knew that it was not fair. She should leave them alone, go on with her life. Maybe she'd become a nice December wind come Christmas, or maybe she'd visit up north and blend into the ice. But part of her--a big part of her--did not want to leave.
Maring stayed where she was, just in case Thor decided to come back. It was a hopeless case, part of her knew. But "What if?" was a question that fixed on her mind. Maybe he'd come back. Maybe they'd fight again and he'd leave again. But at least he would come back. Him raging at her was better than nothing.
And so Maring let her tears flood the land dwellers below. She felt sorry for them, but they had each other. She felt sorry for herself and yet she had no one. In her mind, it was justified. Let me cry, she thought, let me get it all out and I will leave you to each other.
She looked out into the darkness, imagining the sounds of thunder.
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