Within hours of connecting with his brother Loki and embracing him, Thor had an unexpected farewell to his beloved. He was lost and disheartened, and spent his long life on the earth playing games and beer. In the end, he lived a pot-bellied, greasy and disgusting look.
He lost his mother and father, his eyes and Asgard, and finally even his brother.
I don't know how much time passed, but a group of desperadoes broke into Sol's humble hut. They were afraid of being pursued by the police, so they easily chopped off the head of the drunk Sol, cut his body into pieces, and finally threw him into the sea. Thor's godhead had nowhere to go in the chaos, and finally plunged into the torrent of time.
The story of return begins here.
Intention: Live again and I will still love you.