AN: first time I've done a Thor fanfic. Hell it was just a spur of the moment thing. Idk if I'll continue with it or not, but I hope you like it!

The days turned into weeks, the weeks turned into months, and with each passing day it seemed like he couldn't escape how he felt. Or how he longed to change things, but knew he couldn't. He failed as the King of Asgard, the God of Thunder. He simply... failed everyone. He had shut out his team mates, after they had returned back to earth. He wasn't even sure how long it had been. The fact that months had passed, without a single word, meant only one thing. They were all blaming him for it all as well. Alcohol became his friend. The bottom of a bottle was the endgame for him. Laughing always at the irony of it all, when he thought of it.

He was a failure. Simply put.

No one cared for a failure. No one.

The thoughts always ran through his head. Every day. Until he drunk himself into a stupor. The people of the new Asgard didn't bother to mess with him. They had all been mourning the loss of someone. All because of him! He thought through gritted teeth, as he threw the empty beer bottle towards the wall, instantly breaking on contact.

"If only I had aimed for the head sooner." He croaked, his voice no longer the rich healthy god like that it once was. Glaring at the Stormbreaker, that leaned against the wall, amongst the debris of mess that had been laid about. Closing his eyes briefly, as he ran his hands through his now growing hair. It felt greasier, nothing like it once was, all those many months ago, before... before... "NO! I can't think about... I just can't!" Thor growled out, needing something heavier. He was getting better at drowning everything out. Even Valkrye who would stop by at times, though that had been few and far between now as well. He thought to himself. Even she had deserted him.

None of them cared.

They moved on. They all had. Hell even Stark married Potts. Finally. He always thought, even though he hadn't even been invited to the wedding. Or maybe he had, but had been to drunk to even care at the time.

Didn't matter anyways. Everytime he tried to sleep, it ended in nightmares! It was his fault that he hadn't gone for the head instead.

Tears fell silently from his eyes, the anxiety from even thinking about it all over again, was getting to him again. He growled in frustration, throwing a lamp to the other side of the room. It broke instantly. He needed another drink! He wasn't drunk enough yet. He needed something strong! He thought to himself as he rummaged in the back room, to find the hard liquor.

"Yessss!" He exclaimed as he opened the bottle of rum and downed the contents. He would be fine. Everything would be okay, even though at the back of his mind he knew nothing was, but that wasn't going to stop him.

A knock however stopped him in his tracks, after he opened the second bottle. The affects from it and whatever else he had drunk beforehand was slowly taking its course, so he wasn't really sure if there had been an actual knock or if his mind was playing tricks.

"GO AWAY!" Thor bellowed out, even though albeit a bit in a slurred tone.

"What the hell?" Came an all familiar voice. One he hadn't heard from since... since that... day!

"Leave me alone." He said through gritted teeth, before taking a swig from his bottle.

"Oh Thor... what have you done..."

"I'm fine, Nat. Avengers no more. I'm relaxing." He said as if it was obvious. She snorted in a disbelieving way.

"Come home. I can..."

"I am... home. Byeeee." He said in a child like voice. Waving at her as if she was an immature little girl, before giggling childishly. Yep, he was drunk now.

"You're drunk."

"Well, duh." Rolling his eyes, he tried to get up from his chair to walk over to her, to demand Natasha out of here, but slumped back down with a heavy thud.

"It isn't your fault..."

"IT IS MY FAULT, NAT! I..."

"Let us help you..."

"Don't 'eed it. Go way. Shoo." He said in a threatening voice, albeit a bit sluggish and not its usual command. She sighed and walked over to him.

"Please Thor. Everyone will be happy to see you again. We don't blame you. It's not your fault." She told him, but then noticed he had fallen asleep by the snoring he had done. "Oh Thor we need you." Natasha whispered, looking around the mess that had become his home.

Getting up from where she was, she walked over to where Thor's stash of beer and booze was, and then looked back at the man who was no longer the handsome young man she once knew. Picking up a few of the bottles, she slammed all of them down, the contents spewing on the already messy floor.

"I WAS GOING TO DRINK THAT!" He roared, getting up as fast as he could from his position and got right into her face. Never once did she flinch. "I need those." Thor told her, glaring at her. He could feel the electricity in his veins, just wanting to come out and strike her down, but knew now wasn't the time. His powers were all off balance. Ever since... that day happened.

"I don't give a damn. Come with me. I'll help you, so will Rogers and Stark. We're all worried about you..."

Thor laughed at that, a real honest to goodness laugh in he didn't know how long, before looking at her seriously again. "Doubt that. Forget about me. Everyone else has." He told her, before pushing her towards the front door.

"Thor..."

"Don't. Just go. I'm fine. Really!" He told her, putting on his best happy face, even though he knew she could see right through it.

"I'll see you soon..."

"I rather you just go."

"It's not your fault. Please..."

"It is." He told her, before opening the door to his place up to let her out. "Forget about me." Thor told her, before shutting the door on her, and walking back towards favorite chair.

He opened another bottle of beer and downed the contents of it.

Everything was indeed his fault!

And with that thought in mind he drunk himself to sleep. It was the only way he could get some rest!