This is my first fic, I'm sorry at how short this is and I hope you like it! ^.^
This fic will have lots of characters from DW and Thor (some people who weren't even mentioned in Thor ) and maybe some OC's... MAYBE. Well Hope you like it and REVIEW!
-break-
He hated having to be in the shadow of his brother. Mighty Thor, this, Thor the god of thunder, that. He tried to vainly to be recognized, but he was but a shadow.
I have failed. My plan was for the good of Asgard! How could Odin not see this? He truly is a fool! Why does he take pity on the joden race when they only try to destroy us? The joden race brings only chaos and destruction and, monsters... Like me. My hold in my staff loosened. Seeing my brother realizing what I was about to do made a smile grace my lips. "One less monster." I whispered, and I let go. The falling was exhilarating and I let my body go numb. Thor's yells and screams were but whispers on the wind. Tears were now flying from my face floating up, and free. I have failed. Failed. The endless fall was filled with that word. Asgard is still not safe from the Frost giants! Oh well. If they didn't want to see my genius then let them perish!
My survival instinct subconsciously kicked in. Magic sped around my body and engulfed me and transported me to the nearest realm. I tried to see which realm I was in but my vision fell black.
Thump … Thump… Thump… The pounding that came from my head rang in my ears. Teary-eyed I focused on the nearest object in my foggy, limited view. A very strange tube that was surrounded by mechanics and such stood in the middle of the room. Where in the name of the AllFather am I?
"Doctor! Doctor! He's awake!" cried a feminine voice, with a thick accent. I wish that the voice would shut up! My mind said to flee from wherever I was at and the unknown. I heard hurried footsteps and a swish of a coat.
"Really? With a concussion that he's got he should still be out for another week! This is brilliant! I wonder who he is! From The Tardis it says he's a normal human…hmm I wonder." The accent that adorned his voice was a midgaurdian one. I believe it's called British. I felt pain in every breath I drew in my chest. My fingers were clenched into a tight fist from the biting pain. I don't think I can heal on my own with these injuries. Damn Thor and Odin and the ice giants and everything! All I was trying to do was for the best... Right? Never mind that right now, I need to rest so that my healing magic can do it's work but I feel very uneasy with these midgaurdians hanging around me while I slumber.
My eyes are still half open as the two humans back away and talk very fast paced and annoyingly. Whenever the tall male looks back at me I close my eyes and pretend to sleep, as so they won't bother me. When they both are in deep conversation I looked to see if my enchanted armor was still in place. When I saw that it was not I started to panic. I soon remembered that when by anything not aware of the realms and Asgard then the armor self-disguises itself to fit the look the creatures would find ideal. Now my "clothing" consists of black pants, a button up white shirt held together by a dark green vest with a black tie with a matching black over coat. I hear them come closer and crowd around my bruised body, even though I have no idea who the people are I'm going to have to black out so my magic can heal me. let's just hope…