Disclaimer: Most text is used by the original Thor script. By no means is anything related to the Marvel Universe or Norse Mythology my own. *Insert other "how I own nothing" text here*
Chapter 1: Prisoner of War
The group walked through the frozen wasteland of Jötunheim, looking at the breaking ice around them. They had been walking a long distance now, passing the time in mundane and quite unpleasant ways to most of them.
"Please don't make us sing again!" Sif cried out to Thor with minor annoyance seeping into her voice.
"If I have to listen to Volstagg's singing voice one more time, I'll fall on my own sword!" Fandral called out in agreeance.
"Well, now I'm on board," Sif commented looking at Thor, sharing a grin.
The party reached the edge of the city. Once lovely jade and ice structures melting and crumbling. A temple lied before them, across a central plaza. The space looked completely abandoned, no sign of life since ravaged by warfare long ago.
"Where are they?" Sif asked softly taking in the surroundings.
"Hiding. As cowards always do," Thor said, hatred seeping into his tone.
Thor lead the others onward towards the central plaza, Loki reluctantly following. They looked around at all of the destruction and even Thor felt a little sadness in his heart. The war so long ago ruined a once prospering civilization, a war that they could be starting again by being there. All the children, innocents, that must have lost their lives or parents in the war must have been awfully large. Each tried to remind themselves that the Jötuns were just monsters, but the land held an aura of pain and suffering. Loki hesitated even more than the others, plagued with the thought that perhaps the Jötuns were only painted monsters as a coping device for all the future generations. Thor only felt more assurance by his reminder, that they caused the destruction of their own people and even the loss of so much did not deter them from risking all they had left. Lost in their thoughts, none noticed the shadowy figures moving in the shadows of the structures nearby.
The party finally closed the gap between them and the plaza. They no longer felt the frigid emptiness, but sensed Jötuns in the shadows and crevices all around them. They slowly reached for the hilts of their weapons as a Jötun sentry called to them.
"What is your business here, Æsir?" He asked with a voice like cracking ice.
Thor straightened and spoke harshly, "I speak only to your King. Not to his foot soldiers."
"Then speak," A Jötun called to the group from beside them.
Thor along with his group turned towards the source in a balcony of the temple, where Laufey sat, veiled in shadow, behind a cascading waterfall. The Jötun King held a ancient nobility and power, hiding the doubt or suffering from the destruction around them, if he held any. Beside him was a young Jötun girl of about 700 years old (14). She held a face of awe and curiosity, too young to fully understand what was going on.
"I am Laufey, King of this Realm."
"And I am-"
"We know who you are, Odinson," Laufey interrupted, "Why have you brought the stench of your blood into my world?"
"I demand answers," Thor commanded, hostility seeping into his tone.
Laufey stood, sizing up Thor, trying to piece this together, "You demand?"
"How did your people get into Asgard?" Thor asked not reacting to the king's intimidation and offense to his disrespect.
"The house of Odin is full of traitors," Laufey revealed in a gravelly voice
Sif and the Warriors Three exchanged a puzzled look, disturbed by the Jötun King's words. Loki looked up at the young Jötun beside the king, seeing her confused glance toward him turn into a smile as their eyes met. Loki then looked back at Thor and the king with a knowing glance. He knew what was going to happen if they weren't intervened.
"Do not dishonor my father's name with your lies," Thor bellowed pointing his finger at the Jötun king.
"Your father is a murderer and a thief," Laufey paused a bit stealing a quick glance at the emerald clad prince returning his attention to Thor, "He stole what was ours, and left our world in ruins. We have the right to reclaim the Casket."
"Not when you'd use it to make war against other Realms," Thor jabbed at him, resulting in a cold, mocking laugh leaving Laufey's lips
"And why have you come here? To make peace? You long for battle. You crave it. I see you for what you are, Thor Odinson. Nothing but a boy, trying to prove himself a man."
"This boy has grown tired of your mockery!" Thor cries, taking a step towards Laufey.
The other Jötuns step in front of Thor, blocking his path. They finally see them now, blue-skinned, standing eight feet tall, sending them death glares.
Loki moves next to his brother and quietly implores him, "Thor, stop and think. Look around you. We are outnumbered."
"Know your place, brother-" Thor snaps at him for interfering.
"You should listen to his counsel. You know not what your actions would unleash," Laufey stepped out of the shadows finally showing a twinge of pain and sorrow for a moment, "But I do. Go now, while I still allow it."
Thor simmered ready to reach his breaking point with the 'disrespectful' king.
"We will accept your most gracious offer," Loki quickly and respectfully stated before Thor started anything.
The others looked to Thor imploringly. Thor stared Laufey down a beat, then relented. He turned to leave, his comrades breathing a sigh of relief and following.
A Jötun then muttered under his breath, "Run back home, little princess."
Thor stopped in his tracks giving a smirk.
Loki went white muttering, "Damn."
In one quick move, Thor pulled Mjölnir, swung it, and knocked the Jötun clear across the plaza. The Æsir reluctantly drew their weapons, gathering into a circle around Thor.
Volstagg looked around at the angry Jötuns approaching them, "Silly hammer! Has a mind of its own!"
Ice formed on the Jötuns' bodies, creating a frozen armor around them, extending off the ends of their arms like swords.
One Jötun did so directly in front of Fandral, him remarking, "I'm hoping that's just decorative."
Thor leaves the circle of Æsir, swinging at another Jötun. His comrades formed another circle around him, separating him from the charging Jötuns as he whirls his hammer around once and catches another with a cocky grin.
"Next!" Thor yells arrogantly.
Fandral calls to Volstagg and Hogun, "Well? What move, do you think?"
"I say we use The Norn's Revenge," Volstagg recommends.
"At this close range? I think The Alfheim Lunge is a better move," Fandral disagrees.
Volstagg wrinkles his nose in disgust, "Maybe if they were three feet tall! No! How about The Randy Valkyrie?"
Hogun snapped at the bickering two, "Shut up!"
Thor took out yet another Jötun, then all hell breaks loose as the Æsir and Jötuns began to battle.
A Jötun backed Hogun up against a wall of ice. As the Giant hurled an ice blade fist at him, the grim warrior swung his mace over his head, embedding it into the ice wall, and hoisted himself up, dodging the Giant's blow and leaping over him. Hogun took out a second approaching Jötun, spinning back, dodging a swing from the first, then pounding the Jötun with his mace.
Nearby, Sif expertly stabbed one Jötun after another with her double-bladed staff. One knocked her viciously to the ground.
"If you don't treat me like a lady, I won't act like a lady!" She grunted at the Jötun, taking it out.
Loki backed away from an approaching Jötun, finding himself at the edge of a deep crevasse. The Jötun saw he was vulnerable, swiping at him, but the Jötun's arm passed right through him. The Jötun stood there, confused, when the real Loki came out from behind a structure and stabbed the giant in the back, making it fall into the crevasse below. The false Loki dissipated into nothingness with a wave of Loki's hand.
"Pathetic," He muttered at the falling giant.
He turned back to the battle. Two Jötuns came at him from both sides. He let two daggers fly, felling both Giants at once.
Laufey nodded to one of his guards, a massive Jötun. The Brute leapt down from the balcony, icing himself up, then punched his giant fist into the ice beneath his feet. It was a long-range attack, causing pillars of ice to explode out in front of Hogun, sending the grim warrior flying back. Across the plaza, Thor easily dispatched some more Jötuns.
"Come on! At least make it a challenge for me!" He yelled triumphantly before seeing the Brute coming at him. The huge Jötun landed a tremendous blow, sending Thor back across the ice. Thor rose, grinning.
"Now that's more like it!" Thor exclaimed excitedly.
He threw Mjölnir with all his strength, knocking the Brute off his feet. Thor then rose his hand. Mjölnir slowed in mid-air, then flew back to his grasp.
"Ugly and stupid," he remarked.
Sif took out a couple Jötuns, but she was knocked to the ground by another. It rose its weapon above her. Hogun saw Sif in danger pulling a hidden knife from his sleeve and hurling it at Sif's attacker. It hit him square in the chest, and the Jötun fell dead.
"I'm so glad I taught him how to do that!" Sif remarked to herself looking over at Hogun.
Close by, Volstagg grappled with a Jötun, getting a couple good hits in.
"You may want to put some ice on that!"
The Jötun fought back, but Volstagg managed to grip him in a headlock just as another came up on him from behind. Volstagg fended him off, then turned the first one loose.
"You may be taller, but I'm wider!" Volstagg exclaimed launching his mighty belly at the Jötun and sending him flying.
Another Jötun grabbed Volstagg, squeezing him tightly and sending him crashing to the ground.
"It's not too late for you to surrender," Volstagg told it recovering and fighting on. The Jötun grabbed Volstagg's bare arm and the warrior's skin began to freeze from the Jötun's grasp. A blackness spread from it, necrotizing his flesh. The warrior shouted in pain. Volstagg then head-butted the Jötun, shattering the Jötun's ice helmet and dropping him to the ground. Winded, he took a seat upon one of the fallen Jötun's bodies to catch his breath. As the battle raged around him, he opened a secret compartment at the end of his weapon, taking out a small flask. Volstagg grimaced in pain, seeing his blackened skin then yelling to his comrades.
"Don't let them grab hold of you!"
He took a swig, enjoying the brief respite, then rejoined the battle. Volstagg stabbed his blade in a Jötun's chest, but the sword stopped mid ice layer. The Jötun delivered a bone-breaking blow to Volstagg's face, and the warrior dropped to one knee. Sif saw him in trouble and rushed to help. In one quick move, she leapt up and off of his back, using her boot to plunge the warrior's blade deep into the Jötun's chest, standing atop him as he fell backwards to the ground.
Volstagg was on his stomach on the icy floor, "Thank you, my lady. But I nearly had him!"
"Of course you did," She remarked as a nearby Jötun formed a barrage of icicles, hurling them at Sif. She rose her shield barely in time, as the icicles go pinging and ricocheting off it. She afterward raced into the group of Jötuns who attacked her and takes them out.
A Jötun touched a pool of standing water, freezing Hogun's feet to the ground. Volstagg noticed, hurrying over and dispatching Jötuns as he goes.
"Hang on!" Volstagg yelled swinging his weapon, wildly hacking at the ice around Hogun's legs to free him. Hogun looked down, suddenly worried, as Volstagg's blade cut deep and perilously close to hacking into Hogun's legs.
"Watch the legs!"
Volstagg looked at his damage and how reckless his was swinging, "Right. Sorry."
Volstagg then chipped away at the ice more carefully, finally freeing Hogun's feet.
Fandral swings his sword at the Jötun infront of him, barely scratching the giant's armor, "You really think your icicles are a match for Asgardian steel?"
He lunged at the Jötun overconfident, which the Jötun blocked knocking Fandral's blade away.
"Fair enough," Fandral moved on him again, but the Jötun grabbed Fandral's sword, snapping it in half, "Could we stop just a moment while I get another sword?"
Fandral continued to fight the Jötun with his broken sword. The Jötun then lunged at him, ducking just in time. The Jötun recovered his stance, then reached down and swiped at a pool of water, sending up a spray that freezes in mid-air, forming into an ice stalagmite. It impaled Fandral, rendering him helpless.
Loki raced toward the impaled Fandral, throwing daggers and felling Jötuns as he goes. He nearly reached the nearly-unconscious warrior, when other Jötuns approached. He fought them off, unable to reach Fandral.
Volstagg looked across the plaza and saw the impaled Fandral, "That's unfortunate"
He hurried to his wounded comrade, Fandral nearly delirious from blood loss, "I may need a bit of help. Not a good look, is it?"
"Just try not to bleed," Volstagg told him trying to find the best way to free his friend from the icy spears.
"How's the face?" Fandral gasped in pain.
"Flawless," Volstagg assured him beginning to pull the bleeding Fandral off the ice stalagmite.
Loki plunged two daggers into the chest of one of the Jötuns, which grabbed hold of Loki's gloved wrists. The chainmail broke away leaving Loki's skin exposed to the giant's frosty grip. He looked at his arm, prepared for the worst, but instead of the blackness of necrotizing flesh, his arm started to turn a blue similar to the Jötun's own skin. Loki started at the growing mark confused, the Jötun giving him an accusing look. He stabbed the distracted giant, moving on as he fell.
Thor continued fighting, his blood lust rising and taunting the Jötuns around him, "Come on!"
But when he hurled his hammer to take out a Jötun, a group swarmed Thor from all sides, keeping him separate from his weapon. Mjolnir fell to the ground, catching the attention of one of the Jötuns nearby. He walked over and tries to pick it up to no avail.
Now freed, the wounded Fandral looked relieved as Volstagg slung him over his shoulder, and the warriors started to leave.
From his balcony, Laufey looked upon the battlefield reaching decision. He touched a wall of the palace, an energy wave sweeping from his touch across to an icy shape of something in the ice. The Æsir hear a foreboding crack of ice as the ground below their feet started to rumble.
"That can't be good," Loki stated at the strange occurrences.
"Yes, it could! Might be an early spring!" Volstagg exclaimed hopefully.
They looked at the freeing figure, suddenly filling with dread when they see the Jötun beast being freed from the ice.
Loki turned to his brother, who was still battling the hordes of Jötuns, "Thor, we must go!"
Thor, still without his hammer, continued to fight blindly as a man consumed by blood lust. Loki saw the look on his brother's face, the savage thrill of the heat of battle.
"Then go!" Thor screamed at them, punching another Jötun with pure enjoyment.
Sif looked at the beast once again and yelled out, "There are too many of them!"
"I can stop them!"
The others hesitated until the Jötun beast freed itself with a roar, looking around for the attackers.
"Thor!" Sif screamed once again, but Thor ignored his comrades.
"Run!" Volstagg screamed, and they all started to run from the Jötun beast which started pursuit.
Reluctantly, the group ran toward the inner edge of the planet as the beast gained on them.
Thor started to fatigue, finally seeing the weight of the situation. He looked around the crowd for an opening, finding none. In desperation he calls his hammer, it rising and returning to his hand, taking out a few Jötuns with it. With a swift motion he charges it and hits it on the ice producing a thunderbolt from the sky that channeled through it, producing an electrical wave. It dropped the surrounding Jötuns but also started breaking the ice. The shockwave continued to travel until it passed his comrades.
Volstagg looked at the opening voids screaming, "What's Thor done?!"
"Likely killed us all!" Loki responded.
The beast hit one of the broken segments, falling underneath the ice bed. The group reached a dead end and looked back to find the beast was gone.
"Must have fallen under the ice," Sif said cautiously before they heard a noise behind them. The group turned around to see the beast coming out from the edge of the ice sheet. They were about to be stuck before a voice rang through the silence.
"Stop! Birger I command you to halt!"
The group turned to find the young Jötun girl that was beside the king earlier running towards them. She finally reached them but then passed them to go infront of the beast.
"Birger, these people are no longer a threat to us. Please stop!"
Then the beast opened its mouth ready to attack when Thor came through the sky tearing through his mouth out of his skull. The creature fell into the abyss lifeless.
Thor landed behind the girl, standing infront of his comrades, "Who are you?"
Before she could answer he saw her gaze veer to the side. He looked around, the rest following, revealing the entire Jötun army ready to charge. At the front was Laufey with an angry but hurt look on his face. The little Jötun girl scurried to his side, Laufey calling the order to charge. The horde ran in for the final battle when a deafening roar sounded and a hole opened up in the sky. A beam of golden light hit the ground next to the Æsir producing a shockwave. From inside the column there was a sound of a horse, and a nearly visible Allfather riding Sleipnir. As the beam vanished everyone saw him in all his glory. He was clad in his battle armor, gungnir in his hand held high. The giants took a small step back, leaving Laufey in the front with the young Jötun girl slightly behind him.
"Now! We'll finish them together!" Thor screamed once again hopeful they could defeat the giants.
"Silence!" The Allfather hissed to the shock of his eldest.
Laufey slammed his fists into the ground, the ice beneath his feet rising him toward Odin. The Æsir started to reach for their weapons, thinking it was an attack, but Laufey just stood face to-face with Odin, Æsir and Jötun alike looked on uneasily, unsure what was about to happen.
Laufey sized up Odin, noticing that as powerful as the Allfather still was, the years had taken their toll and he was not the foe he once was. The two rulers started to speak quietly, out of earshot of the others.
"Laufey, end this," Odin said trying to reason with the Jötun king.
"Your boy sought this out," Laufey's voice sounded like acid, the grave tone hinted with sadness.
"You're right. These are the actions of a boy," the Allfather argued," Treat them as such. You and I can stop this before there's further bloodshed."
Unseen by Odin and the others, Laufey started to form an ice blade at the end of his arm, "We are beyond diplomacy now, Allfather. He'll get what he came for: war and death."
Odin looked grim, "So be it."
Without warning, Laufey swung his ice blade at Odin, but Odin was quicker. The Allfather brought his spear down upon the ice. Laufey and the nearest Jötuns went falling backwards in a wave, the ice cracking beneath their feet. The other Jötuns ran, Thor watching them with an unsettling feeling in his stomach. Odin rose his spear, the hole in the sky opening and the Bifrost energy blasting forth from it. The Jötun girl reached the group as the Bifrost enveloped the Æsir, yanking Loki away from them as the rest lifted off the ground and up through the hole. The vortex closed behind them as all fell silent in the surrounding area.
Loki was now a prisoner of war.
Author's Note: Hello reader! This is my first story, well not the first one but rather the first I have posted. This is an alternate version of the movie as you can tell, but this is the only time that any movie text will be used, or rather original script text. Everything else will be mostly original and will use some of Norse mythology, but I won't promise any amount or accuracy as this is a story. I also must mention since most of this is from the script most pacing is not representative of my own writing but rather my incapability to alter scripts in a flowing manner. Apologies if it is disappointing for this to be the first and only chapter but the next will be up in the next few days, Sunday the latest. School will interfere with future updating; however, I will try my best to use any bit of free time I can. Also, the ending had to be established with the beginning, there is no other way to reveal that without the whole build-up. Thank you for reading!