THOR
I woke up feeling a bit unwell. This was not due to pain, neither was it fatigue. It was something worse. Emptiness. Like something had been stripped from me in the middle of the night and my soul hadn’t yet realized it was gone.
“Thor! You're awake. How are you feeling?”
Deucalion’s voice echoed deeply in my ears, and the door to my room flung open with urgency. His steps were quick and his face was pale as he reached my bedside.
“I’m fine,” I said before he could speak again, though that wasn’t entirely true. “Except for this damn euphoric haze I can’t shake. It feels like I downed bottles of alcohol mixed with silverweed.”
“You’re okay. That’s all that matters.” He let out a breath he had clearly been holding.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “What the hell happened last night?”
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