thunder // thor.

one.

I remember the day my father disappeared.

Every small detail was engraved into my mind, replaying itself over and over again.

He was working on another piece, covered in paint with a giant smile on his face.

He was there a moment and gone the next, without a trace. I looked for him for months, contacted every police officer in the area. They quickly gave up, figuring he just left me.

I knew my father better than that.

He was the only parent I've ever had, the only one to make me pursue my dreams and goals. As a child I never saw all the struggles he went through, especially after my mom left us.

That's when I started noticing the empty booze bottles in the trash, the smell on his breath after he'd come home from work.

He was the best father a girl could have asked for, he was so supportive of me throughout everything.

He wouldn't leave me without a trace.

It had been four months since he'd vanished, and I was about to give up hope.

It was then I found one of his old paintings, a city scape of the world Asgard.

My father had always been interested in mythology and I remember learning about the god of thunder as a child.

I remember people calling my father crazy for studying the legends so much. 

I never let that get to me, he was my dad and crazy or not I loved him. 

He was the only person I had left in my life. 

So I knew he wouldn't just drop off the face of the planet without telling me in some shape or form. 

I found a note stuffed in between these many paintings, smoothing the piece of paper.

Look for me in Asgard. Xoxo -Dad

Scrunching up my face in confusion I leafed through the pile of paintings until I found the one I was searching for.

All I could do was stare at it, something seemed different but I couldn't quite figure out what. 

Hours passed as I cleaned up the apartment and made dinner for myself, but I still couldn't get the note and painting out of my head. 

I knew in that head of his with all the liquor and sadness, Asgard was a way out of all that for him. 

Reading and studying the legends is what he did besides paint, but I couldn't figure out his note. 

I knew Asgard couldn't have been real, I'd seen documentaries disproving it's existence numerous times. 

So what was his Asgard?

Dropping the plate in the sink I quickly realized what I had been missing all along. 

Our spot. 

When dad was having a specially hard day, one where he didn't want to see anyone besides me we'd go to the apple orchard. 

I don't know why I never realized it before, he's at the orchard. 

I was quick to shut off the faucet and grab my sweater off the chair, grabbing my car keys. 

I didn't notice the rain until I stepped outside, running through the parking lot to get to my car. 

Quickly turning on the heat and pulling out of the lot, I got on the highway. 

The orchard was only a half hour from our apartment, but luck didn't seem to be on my side today. 

Traffic was backed up, the rain making everything go much slower than I wanted. I was easily getting frustrated, anxious to see my dad. 

It had been months since I had seen him, he's disappeared for a few days before but never to this extent.

He needed some time to himself, I could see that now. Even if it meant cutting off communication with me. 

Maybe he'd been in rehab, he'd talked about going before. 

But I knew, deep down the orchard was the only place he'd be. 

It took me nearly an hour and a half to finally get there, only to run into another problem. 

I drove right into a mud pit, my car getting stuck immediately. The cherry on top is I had no service, so I couldn't even call a tow truck. 

With a large sigh, I tossed my phone on my seat and opened the door. The rain didn't seem to slow down, it only managed to increase if that's possible. 

Taking a deep breath I stepped out of my car, fumbling with my keys and locking it. Squinting through the rain I started the climb up to the top of the orchard. 

We had a tree there, one that held my initials on the trunk. The further up I was, the more slippery it became. 

I was covered in mud, soaked to the bone and almost ready to give up. My teeth were chattering, my arms wrapped around myself I continued my way to the top. 

Slipping more times I could count, the closer the tree became the faster I started moving. 

This was it, I would finally see my dad again. 

I was nearly crying at this point, the tree only a few feet from me. 

Then it hit me. 

Lightning. 

A/N: 

HEY GUYS!!! I know you all have been waiting SO LONG for this and I am so so sorry! My life has been crazy busy and I've had such bad writer's block for this story. If you read my original you can clearly spot the differences in the story, I feel like this was much more realistic and re-reading my other chapters I really wasn't happy with them. So I'm starting fresh! I hope you all liked this chapter I hope I can get another up this week if I'm not too tired from work. Thank you all so much love you guys!! Don't forget to vote and comment too! I love reading your guys' thoughts :) -Mariah