Asgard brothers : Expired Chronicle.
Okay please bear in mind I am not an expert on Asgard and please understand if I make some mistakesbut this is my own story so in some ways I can make it my own.
I apologise if it is not to everyone taste, since I haven't written in awhile I may be rusty but I really want to gather back my creativeness so I appreciate all the feedback I can get.
Chapter 1 will be a short chapter, an introduction if you will.
Based after Ragnarok although some changes may occur, if so I will make you aware of that.
I just generally want you all to enjoy this story as much as I am writing it!
Chapter 1: Searching for home.
Cold walls bear from life, dripping with every movement made.
Some rooms where liveable, but the corridors seemed somewhat of a maze in which felt like you could possibly never escape.
What had made them come to this deserted existence of a place in the wilderness of England.
Asgard seemed so far away now, almost like it never existed. It pained people when they had to actually realise that it was true,it no longer does exist. But just a sorrowful memory to every soul that stepped foot on the spaceship that fled for their lives.
Now two brothers with a weight of a colony of life on their shoulders had no choice but to walk into this wavering abandoned structure of a house.
Sure, it had once seemed liveable. The decent land that smothered the building was luscious and green with life. The manor itself was quite giving with space. It had been the 5th building and surrounding area they have set their eyes upon. From Canada to India they had scoured Earth for a suitable home.
"Well this is just not going to do is it? Looks like we are back to round one brother"
Loki scowled as he pressed his index finger and dragged it along a rotten door frame.
Thor was more optimistic about this abandoned structure than the last 4 they had previously seen, looking up at a ceiling about 7times his height he could see potential here.
"Brother, give it time. We have only just got here. Look at all the amount of land we have to rebuild. Do not be so hesitant to leave"
"Hesitant to leave? Honestly; do you actually potentially suggest we settle here?" Loki's eyebrows frowned with nervousness as he saw a slight smile to his brother's face as Thor's clear blue eye darted around an entrance hall of this saddening estate.
Now that Thor was leading Asgard like a true leader, the thought of him getting his own way with this as their new home make Loki feel sick.
Stepping in front of his brother abruptly, Loki had to give his best shot.
"Now, let's think about this rationally. The walls just look. Well, sad. Asgard was full of bright dazzling golden colours and this is, well what is this exactly? All cold and grey? I don't see how this could ever be a reliable source of home to our Asgardian's brother, open your eyes"
Loki then smiled with a long narrowing grin and looked at his brother's black eye patch staring at him in his chiselled face.
"I meant eye. Sorry. Figure of speech"
Thor just glared at Loki and swept him to his left with his muscle of an arm.
Since searching for a new home the two brothers have somewhat come a percentage more closer, now that their mother and father were no longer around the two of them had to do a lot of growing up, and quickly; for the sake of their people.
Thor never forgot that Loki for once in his forsaken life had achieved something worthwhile; he had accomplished something that was actually right for once when he followed Thor's instruction to bring Surtur back to life in the eternal flame.
At first, it seemed that maybe they had gone down the wrong path, after many single malt drinks together on the ship at around 2:40am they felt that a huge mistake had been made by the pair of them.
But no, Heimdall had announced to everyone that it was far from a mistake and that Asgard was the people but not the place. With that announcement, no one; nor did they ever doubt Thor's move.
Hung-over Loki and Thor knew that he was right. Heimdall was wise, wiser than them both placed together. But, guilt still lay over the pair for no reason exactly.
But looking towards the now future, they had each other and they still had their people. Well, the majority of their people and that's what counted the most for the two brothers.
Now no one knew exactly why they had chosen Earth, but at the time it seemed like a sensible choice. Maybe the Asgardians could learn a thing or two about Earthling life.
Bruce had also been a passenger on the ship that fled and he was very much exited to go to his home planet. He was happy with delight at the idea.
But Loki was not happy about much in his life and this was another obstacle to add to the list of ever-growing misfortunes.
Now after seeing 4 places it looks like the new leader of Asgard's Thor was happy with his new find.
After pacing around 7 steps in front of Loki to a winding marble staircase that looked like it would need a year's clean he smiled and sat on the first step.
Raising his head with a Cheshire cat grin he beamed at frowning Loki who was confused at how his brother managed to even sit down on that appalling step.
"Were home Loki. This is it. Call in Asgard!"