A.N: Hey guys. I decided I might try and write something a bit more story-like, y'know, with a vague plot and things? :P Heh. This is a very rusty story, I'll admit, but it's an idea that came to me a few days ago and I just looked into it a bit.
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or their characters. If I did, I'd be making this goddamn movie, because I swear it looks much better in movie form!
- Prologue -
In his mind, Odin was a grand King and one of the mightiest of the Aesir. In the days when Thor and Loki were young princes and Odin was off fighting in the greatest battles, he was the embodiment of Asgard in its glory. Proud, mighty and many would say fearless, but also wise and a symbol of hope to the Nine Realms. But now, Heimdall could not see past the empty shell that was Odin. He was a broken man, a broken King. Sunken eyes and face worn with age and distress, he simply lacked the will to live. Even now, in his throne, he sat slumped to one side, elbow atop the armrest and his head resting on a clenched fist. Tired and beaten, his eye was clouded with ghosts of the past, and the Gatekeeper knew that the one heavy burden he carried aside from the ongoing war was the estrangement of his son, Loki. He'd hoped this bit of news would restore some faith in the King that he would see his son again.
"Speak." the Allfather raised his hand tiredly, gesturing for Heimdall to talk.
"I believe that Thor is wanted on Midgard by the people he knows so well as the 'Avengers'. The man they call Stark was calling out for me to alert Thor. It seems that there is a disturbance once again." Heimdall spoke softly and with the sense of knowledge he always held, the gold of his eyes were bright with what seemed like hope, but to Odin that was a forgotten feeling.
Odin contemplated this for a few moments, before raising his head to fix Heimdall with a broken stare.
"But I need Thor."
