Thor's honeymoon phase was over.
He was heartbroken.
It had to be said, for a species that lived thousands of years and was called a god...
Thor's ability to make a relationship last only a year was quite impressive.
"You drank that bar dry."
John looked at Thor in his Manor with a headache.
If Basil hadn't flown over, he wouldn't even have known a drunk had wandered into his home.
"So Jane dumped you. What's the big deal?"
Thor still refused to admit it. "We dumped each other."
"All right." John settled Thor into a seat and asked, "So how long are you planning to mope?"
"We had some happy times together."
Giving an answer that had nothing to do with the question, Thor lost himself in those wonderful days.
Back then, they had been happy every day.
They had slept in each other's arms, slept together on the couch, slept together under the open sky. Oh, and gazed at the stars together.
But over time, with both of them so busy, the love born of distance began to clash because of that same distance.
He was a superhero, Thor, an Avenger. He needed to protect this world and safeguard this fragile planet.
Terrorists, extremists, mad scientists.
There were always people in this world who found dying of old age too boring and went looking for thrills.
Jane Foster was busy too.
As an outstanding astrophysicist, she needed to attend academic events and chase celestial phenomena around the world.
Neither of them was content with a quiet life, and their pursuits came into conflict.
That left them with less and less time together.
Jane couldn't abandon her research for Thor, and Thor couldn't abandon protecting the world for Jane.
Over time, the conflict between them erupted.
Thor got dumped.