Something buzzed under her skin, followed by a flooding of heat and potent rage. The world burst around her. Pain, white-hot and searing, so hot the universe might as well have had split and swallowed her for all she cared, filled Thor. Unconsciousness was a mercy.
void, Thor could only crawl to Loki's corpse, already cooling to the unforgiving temperatures of space. She had wept (for days, weeks, years? It mattered no longer.) and though death neared, sweet and cloying in her lungs, Thor could only feel grief and electricity and starlight