The twilight of the Last Avenger

It was cold, very cold. The kind of cold that couldn't mean anything good. It was very strange though, only a few hours before, he had contemplated how hot, how humid it seemed here. But, he was so cold now.

'Heh,' Thor mused. 'I shouldn't be surprised really. I've always been told dying is quite unpleasant to say the least, and seeing that both friend and foe told me so, it must be true to some extent.'

Thor, for it was he, looked around for a bit to reorient himself. He was currently kneeling in a crater, miles wide and dozens of yards deep. Freshly made, by him of course. His strength was great, even in his old age, especially in his old age. He was an Asgardian after all.

A glance to the side revealed Mjolnir, his ever-loyal companion, his main weapon and his ace, just laying there in a manner very similar to his own.

'But then,' he thought with a deep sigh; 'I suppose even I have limits, limits I have surely reached by now. I do not have very long left, Lady Death is coming for me, I can feel it.'

He was dying, no doubt about it.

He should have been disturbed by that fact, protesting, sad, in denial, anything. But he wasn't, he was almost content. He had been so tired in the past centuries, ever since his last true friend had died. Even though his powers had increased by many magnitudes, he could not summon the motivation anymore to go out and really make a difference these days. He had done his part, he could go and join the others in the next life now. He was of no more use here, and he looked forward to seeing them all again.

Thor smiled at the prospect, a true smile, while reminiscing on fond memories. Of the Man of Iron, of the noble Captain, the strong Hulk, the mighty Sorcerer, the one-eyed spy. All of them his friends, and since ages past, all dead.

But fond memories they were, for none of them had died a bad death. Quite the opposite in fact, all had died satisfied, with their goals reached. Tony and Pepper had gotten married, Steve had settled down as well with a nice partner, a civilian. Bruce and Natasha, despite many considering it weird, had gotten together and Clint's family had prospered beyond what anyone had thought possible.

In fact, he confirmed for himself again, as he had so often, they had all had a very happy end, almost as if they were in one of those film from that one company the Man of Spiders had talked about so much. Come, what was it again? Dirney? Didnoy? Disney?

Ah yes, Disney, a classical happy end. Thor remembered nearly crying in happiness when his friends, his family, had gotten their well-deserved, fought-for, happy end. Sometimes expected, for he knew everyone had seen it coming that Peter would ask for Gamora's hand, and sometimes not at all. Who could have predicted Strange would marry the Princess of the Dark Dimension? He did not, that was certain.

The Man of Spiders himself had gotten a Disney-end as well, happily being together with those girls, Felicia and Michelle, both of them at once. Thor distinctly remembered buying young Parker a drink for that. There had been shocked reactions by some, but Thor himself cared not for any stigmas it may have carried.

Of course, there had been some downs in their lives. The Civil War could have ruined many a good thing, Thanos had succeeded, although temporarily, at wiping out half of the universe, Galactus had been a foe beyond them all, and the threats that had followed after the Planeteater had somehow only gotten direr.

They'd had to fight hard for their victories, but in the end, it had all been worth it. Every foe had been laid low and every obstacle overcome.

Even his brother, Loki, had come back from death, just like Heimdall and Gamora, resurrected by the Gauntlet they had pried from Thanos' dead fingers.

"Ha, Hahahaha."

Boisterous and victorious laughter overtook him for a scant few moments at that memory, and painful as those few seconds were for his failing body, he enjoyed laughing again. He had done it so little in recent times. It almost made him wonder why he had still cared about the universe at all...

'Smack!'

Thor promptly slapped himself across the face, though the blow was very weak, due to his fading strength. It did succeed in drawing him out of his bad mood however.

He frowned, it wasn't like him to lose himself to the past so much, he was stronger than that.

Surely, it was the fault of the giant hole in his torso, Thor reasoned, nodding along with his own train of thought. Mortal wounds dulled the senses and the mental fortitude after all, it was not his fault that he was getting lost in nostalgia, everyone would have that problem when their hearts were blown out of their chests.

Having soothed his pride, Thor focused on said giant hole again and contemplated a possible solution. But it was not to be, his opponent had struck a mortal blow and even the Odinson would not walk away from it, not this time.

His opponent had been Lazath, a mighty, though young Celestial that had destroyed hundreds of worlds and had threatened countless more. Truly an enemy to vanquish immediately.

'Still, it bothers me,' Thor mused. 'I have fought and defeated many Celestials in my life, often without trouble at all. Why then was this one able to kill me? Its power was not greater than the In-Betweener, not greater than Galactus, it should not have been able to land a single blow, let alone one of this magnitude.'

He could only see one explanation; The Powers That Be had decreed it. They had wanted to get rid of him.

Thor had felt his power waning mid-battle, and had seen the Celestial's power increase suddenly, far beyond what it should have been. Something far mightier than him or the Celestial had interfered here, with the explicit purpose of killing them both.

Apparently, his role in the Universe was over. He had recognised the power signature of the being interfering, and he knew that being only had the best of intentions. If that being had decided it was his time to die, then he would die.

A grim smile now took the place of the previous happy one. He supposed it made sense that he was not needed anymore, all the major threats of this Universe had been dispelled and vanquished after all.

Galactus had found an inexhaustible energy-source in the Infinity Stones at first, and he had become Life-Bringer Galactus not long after, Mephisto and Dormammu had been permanently locked away and close to death themselves by now. The Celestials had been broken, the one he just killed being the last one of its wretched kind, as far as he knew. The Empires of Man and Alien knew peace, true peace. Asgard thrived and Loki's son would take Thor's place as king after the latter's death.

Knowing he was destined to die and would be leaving a peaceful galaxy behind eased him even more. Death did not scare him, it never had, but now he even welcomed it. As said before, he looked forward to seeing his friends again. For they had indeed died, the happy ending notwithstanding. Time had killed them, the passing of the centuries too much for them to bear. One by one he had buried them, until only he was left, all alone, lonely, old and weary…

"SNAP OUT OF IT!" He suddenly roared out loud, now really done with his newfound melancholy. He would see them in a couple of minutes after all, sheesh. Coughing once, Thor decided to focus his thoughts elsewhere. Anywhere would do, he just wanted a graceful end, not an undignified one, during which he would be crying like a baby. Loki and Stark would never let him hear the end of it.

A faint buzzing noise drew his gaze side wards again, to his beautiful, loyal, powerful hammer; Mjolnir. Truly a weapon meant for the highest of beings, having no limit to the amount of power that could be channeled through it, even amplifying that power in the process. Capable of generating insane amounts of power itself and then manifesting it in many a different form, of which Celestial Lightning was the most basic one.

Giving its chosen wielder the power to control the elements to a godly level, create portals to every place in the Omniverse, master every type of magic, forge divine weapons with ease, and so much more even when not necessarily in the hands of the wielder, Mjolnir was rightly considered to be one of the greatest weapons in the Omniverse.

Seven Realms, Thor could leave Mjolnir in one universe and go to another himself, and then still have access to the granted powers, merely by being its chosen wielder. Capable of destroying planets, stars, even entire dimensions in one blow even in the weakest of hands, Mjolnir was not a weapon for just any man to wield. Its very nature prohibited any unworthy being from lifting or even budging it.

Thor was a worthy being of course, one of the very few to ever be in existence, though admittedly not the first wielder of Mjolnir. He was the son of Odin and Gaia (a whole shock it was for him when he learned that Freya was not truly his mother), he was bathed in the essence of the Multiverse by Eternity himself. He had proven himself worthy time and again, often against all odds, even if it had taken a banishment by the Allfather to set him truly straight.

Despite Mjolnir's preferences for noble and generally kind-hearted beings however, it remained a fearsome and feared weapon. Forged by the Elder Dwarves, beings that embodied creation itself, using the mass of a dying star located in the very heart of the Omniverse, Mjolnir was a weapon unimaginable. Even Thor himself was still astonished by the story, at times he even felt humbled by its decision to choose him as a wielder. He was mostly proud though, proud to call the weapon his friend and partner.

Wielding the hammer came with great responsibility however, and no small amount of attention from the cosmic beings of the Omniverse. Lady Death, Eternity, Entropy, Oblivion, the Beyonder, all of them had been hovering over him, watching his every move, some of them just watching for their own amusement, others carefully managing him, making sure he didn't abuse his power.

Their version of abuse was different from mortals of course, they cared not for what he did on the Mortal Planes. He could kill billions, be a tyrant, burn countless planets to ash and worse and they would not care. They cared only about keeping the Balance of the All, the great force that kept the Omniverse together, the essence of the One-Above-All, of God himself.

The One-Above-All was the great creator of the entire Omniverse, all that was a part of it was created by it. All the places, concepts, and beings of the Universes were only extensions of its being, for the Omniverse existed in its thoughts, in its unfathomable mind.

The One-Above-All had many names; God, Allah, Azatoth, Truth, Eru Illuvatar, He-Who-Is-Above-All-Others, and many more, too many to count, for every species and every world had their own name for it. Some worlds had more than one even.

Thor had met this illustrious being, back when he had only just gotten Mjolnir back again after his banishment. When he had only just gotten back to Asgard after his punishment by the Allfather. He remembered it, as if it had happened just yesterday.

Thor walked across the Bifrost, Mjolnir in hand and power coursing through his veins. He had returned to Asgard as a true prince, a soon to be king, rather than a young brat. His banishment to Earth was only just over. It was only eight days ago that he had saved Jotunheim, destroying the Bifrost and losing his brother in the process. Loki's betrayal weighed heavily on his heart, far more than he would have expected.

Thor knew his little brother hadn't been evil, but merely in a state of confusion and pain, which only made his heart ache more in his chest. Thor dearly hoped Loki would come back soon. He would be forgiven in an instant, by everyone, except maybe Sif. His younger brother could just take a portal to Asgard or something, and then they'd be reunited, they'd be a family again and…

'No,' Thor shook his head. 'That bridge has long been burned, I fear getting Loki back will not easy, nor will it be without casualties.'

A grim thought, but most likely a true one.

"Sadly, you are correct in that assumption, my dear boy." A voice suddenly said from behind him.

"..."

Thor instantly turned around, Mjolnir jumping to his hand, ready to fight for his survival and the protection of Asgard. Any being able to enter Asgard and sneak up upon him without being seen, with the Bifrost still destroyed too, was guaranteed to be very powerful. He might even need his father's assistance for this, it was better to be careful after all.

After he had turned around though, he stopped moving right away, his shout for aid dying in his throat.

Thor blinked a couple of times to dispel any hallucinations possibly caused by exhaustion and grief, shook his head, and then checked again. No, he was still seeing the same thing.

Now before him stood an old man, wearing only faded jeans, a scruffy, black hoodie and worn-down shoes. On his hands were fingerless gloves, also black. The man had black hair, sunken eyes and terrible scarring all over the lower part of his face. His face was set in a scowl and his hands were raised in a soothing gesture.

"Easy there my boy," The man huffed. "I am not your enemy, and even if I was, you stand no chance of defeating me. So why don't you lower the hammer and join me on this walk?"

The man gestured to the fields at the end of the Bifrost, indicating the destination of the walk.

Thor was momentarily stupefied at the being's proposal, and he did not know how to react to it. Seeing no other option readily available, he decided to take a page out of his younger self's book. In other words, bluster and roar,going for intimidation and provocation.

"I KNOW NOT WHO YOU ARE, NOR DO I KNOW YOUR INTENTIONS, BUT I WILL NOT BE TALKED DOWN TO IN MY OWN KINGDOM." Thor bellowed in fake, but very convincing anger, voice thundering, like the natural phenomenon most people knew him to be responsible for. "GIVE ME YOUR IDENTITY, PURPOSE AND THE MEANS BY WHICH YOU CAME TO BE HERE, OR FACE MY HAMMER!

And for proper intimidation, Thor made sure to gesture threateningly towards the unknown being with said hammer.

The Scarred Man sighed deeply before smiling at Thor like he was a dim-witted child. "Ah, Odinson," the Man smiled, "You need not ask. Of course you know who I am, we met before in fact. But in case you truly forgot me, let me give you a reminder."

The Scarred Man suddenly started to emit light from his eyes, though that was by far not the most significant thing to happen right then.

Thor staggered back. He felt an enormous amount of power coming down on him, the vast, infinite mind pressuring his own. He felt the being's age, saw some of its experiences and Thor knew, he knew indeed who this being was.

"One-Above-All!" Thor cried out in surprise, "Creator of the Omniverse."

"Yes." The Being, The-One-Above-All, confirmed shortly, with a dry voice. The light died down and Thor suddenly found he could breathe easily again. Taking a weary step back, Thor deduced that his chances were not very high if the being decided to fight with him. But perhaps he could outwit it somehow…

"Didn't I already tell you I am not your enemy, Odinson?" The Being's voice sounded exasperated now, as if it were used to this kind of situations and didn't like it one bit.

'True, he did say that," Thor thought. 'But why is he here then, if not to fight…'

"Heavens above and below boy, not everyone wants to fight you all the time. I am simply here to talk with you." The Being reaffirmed, crossing its arm in front of it. "I am aware of what happened in recent time here on Asgard and I have come to discuss it with you, among other things."

Thor lowered his hammer and gave a puzzled stare at the Being. "What concern is it of you what happened here? Why would you feel the need to come and talk? And what do you mean with 'among other things'?"

"First things first my boy. I wanted to talk because of many reasons. You looked like you needed a listening ear, I have some advice for you, as well as a few warnings. My most important reason however, is to give you an order."

Carefully keeping a straight face, Thor assessed the One-Above-All's words and its sincerity. It didn't look like the Being was lying, but then again, even if It was, he would never know. He decided to at least listen to what the Thing had to say.

"Thank you, my boy." The God sighed, and Thor's eyebrows went up in surprise.

"You are reading my thoughts?" Was the curious inquiry from the Thunderer.

"I am aware of all things, including all thoughts of every being ever." The One-Above-All replied curtly. "Let us move on with the talking, the readers' patience is not unlimited. Now tell me what bothers you."

Thor hesitated for only a moment, then told the Being of his troubles and wiles. It proved a good listener and soon Thor had talked about all the things that were bothering him; His brother, who betrayed him; His father, who did not seem to care; His mother, who had sunken into grief over her youngest son. He told It about his insecurities, his doubts about kingship, everything.

His piece said, Thor fell silent and waited for the Being to speak.

"It is a very difficult situation you find yourself in, my boy." It spoke slowly. "But I can tell you that you are already doing well. Your support to your family, friends and people is what will ease their heart in these times. You have all the makings of a great king and you will be able to put your burdens behind you eventually. You were destined for greatness. Take my word for it, as omniscient being."

Thor gave a small smile at the words. He couldn't explain it, but the being's words rang true in his mind, their truth undeniable. But that would make sense, omniscience was a cheat after all.

The smile fell away however, when he recalled the first words the Being had spoken. "When you appeared," He mumbled slowly, hesitatingly, "You said I was right in assuming Loki would cause more trouble for the Realms?"

The One-Above-All looked into Thor's eyes for a moment, seemingly pondering what to say. "That is true I'm afraid, he will cause many problems in the future, be the cause of strive and pain. He will push you further than any other could possibly do, but he will also solve many great imbalances." Seeing Thor was about to ask something, the Creator cut him off; "But that is enough for now, I have given you advice, now for the warnings."

Stepping closer to Thor, the Primordial Chaos fixed him with a stare. "You will become powerful, more powerful than you could possibly dream of, but without assistance, without friends, you are doomed to fail. That is warning number one, the second one, more important at the moment, concerns your mortality; You will die. That is a fact. For all the power that you have, you are not eternal. Nothing is eternal, except maybe me.

Be mindful of that, young one, don't forget your impending death, it is ever waiting for you and I have seen your end, it is clear to me even now, millennia before it will come to pass.

Herein lies my order to you. You, as I have stated before, have enormous potential, nigh-unlimited power in your future. You will be one of the Universe's greatest protectors and you will defend it well. But despite all that, your time is limited and I have deemed it a great waste for your power to die with you.

I will strengthen the Worthiness-enchantment on your hammer, so that none but those truly worthy can wield it, and I want you, Thor Odinson, God of Thunder and Strength, to pass on Mjolnir, along with your power and abilities, after your demise."

Thor could do nothing but stare. 'Is he asking of me what I think he is asking of me?' He asked himself, momentarily dumbfounded by the being's request. It was not that he was unwilling to do what it suggested, he simply did not know such a thing was possible. He had never even remotely considered the possibility, nor did he know of any others who had.

"I assure you, it will be quite possible for you to do, when you've gotten a bit older." The being stated without doubt. "This is not a matter in which I want to leave you a choice my boy, this is simply too important. Of course, knowing you, and I do know you very well, you would have said yes anyway after carefully thinking about it."

That was true, Thor realized. Even if this had been merely a request, he would have agreed to do what the being told him to do. Allowing other worthy beings to wield Mjolnir would ultimately make the Omniverse a safer place. How could he ever refuse?

"I do assume you will be keeping an eye on Mjolnir after my death? To ensure none will abuse its power?" Thor inquired. "I don't think either my power or Mjolnir itself would ever stand for it of course, but you can never be too sure."

His conversation partner grinned, eyes shining. "Of course I will, boy, no one but the worthiest of beings will ever possess your power or that hammer. I already have several candidates in mind, after the moment of your death of course."

Thor gave a deadpan stare at the Creator. "Very reassuring." He grumbled, in good humour of course.

Seeing the Being hold out a hand, Thor, after a short moment of contemplation, handed over Mjolnir, so it could receive the being's blessing, as it had promised. The One-Above-All held it without any problem whatsoever, something that didn't surprise Thor at all.

The One-Above-All fixed a solemn stare at the hammer in its hand and Mjolnir glowed gold, reality shifting to meet the wishes of its creator. Thor felt the enchantments on his weapon increase in strength and potency, its might now of the highest order. It was simply amazing to see and feel.

Then the Being handed Mjolnir back to him. Thor immediately took the weapon out of its hand, momentarily feeling relieved he could still lift it. Mjolnir thrummed a bit, as if to reassure him that Thor was still more than worthy enough to wield the mystical hammer.

Thor made to thank the creator for its gift to him, only to find it had already disappeared during Thor's short glance at the weapon in his hand. A pity, for Thor would have liked to thank it.

Ah well, the being most likely knew precisely what he had wanted to say anyway.

Deciding to put it behind him for now, Thor made for the main city again.

Now much closer to Asgard than before, he made for its gates, hoping to pass them before they would shut. True, he could just fly over the walls, but the guards might mistake him for an attacker. Unlikely, but not impossible.

On his way to the gates, Thor decided not to mention the incident to anyone, except when directly asked about it. It had been somewhat of a private conversation, and the bit about Loki truly was no one's business. He feared though that many would be curious as to what had taken him so long to travel from the remnants of the Bifrost to the city. He would not lie, but he would prefer not to tell.

As such, he was both relieved and slightly surprised to discover that no one had noticed his absence. It didn't seem like anyone had noticed that he was gone, never mind that he had had a conversation with the creator of the Omniverse.

Very fortunate for him.

He did see both his father and his mother shoot him discrete glances at times, though there were only questions in their eyes, not knowledge. Thor knew they were probably dying for information. They never said anything out loud though.

Thor wouldn't think much of the conversation from then on, except for the times when it was direly needed.

And so, the years had passed. He had found Loki again, amidst a war his younger brother himself had instigated, on Earth itself even. Loki had been even angrier than before, driven to near madness by the poisonous words of the Mad Titan. It had pained Thor immensely to see his brother like that, to see he had fallen so far.

Loki had found his way again though, during the Ragnarok debacle. A nasty business that had been. Odin almost gone, Loki on the throne for a few years, all very weird, honestly. Asgard had even nearly come under attack from his newfound sister Hela, but with the help of both Doctor Strange and the princess of the Dark Dimension, she had been repelled and imprisoned before she could do much damage.

He had also met his best friends during Loki's tantrum: The Avengers, who would stick with him for the rest of their lives. Thor had met many beings in his long life, but they had been the very best of them all.

He had expanded Asgard's reach far beyond the Nine Realms, bringing peace and prosperity wherever he went.

Life seemed good.

He never did get himself a ladyfriend though. Jane Foster had not been a good woman for him and he not a good man for her, they had both seen that eventually. He was just too different from lady Sif for any relationship to work out between them, that had been clear from the beginning.

And besides those two, and possibly, maybe Amara, no other woman or man had ever drawn his eye in a significant way, strangely enough. He died an unmarried man, with only his brother's line to continue ruling Asgard.

Thor looked at his hammer. "A shortage your next wielder will have to make up for aplenty, old friend." Thor said, a mischievous smile on his face.

The hammer gave a hum, as if to agree.

Strengthened by his hammer's agreement and the flash-back he'd just gone through, Thor gathered his remaining power and all the determination that was left in his failing body. He took all his strength; his magic, runes and otherwise; his bond to his mother, Gaia; even his heritage as a royal Asgardian and Skyfather. He took all that and more and pushed it into Mjolnir, so it could be transferred to its next wielder.

It was a difficult, complicated process, but Thor possessed both the knowledge and the skill to pull it off. It would definitely cost him his life though, but that was no longer an issue. He was measuring his remaining time in minutes by now. Still, even after having pushed his power into Mjolnir, he held on, wanting to send Mjolnir off and at least catch a glimpse of his impromptu heir.

His power, along with the power of his father and the blessing of the One-Above-All, would ensure his hammer found the right person. Anywhere in the Omniverse would be fine, even backwater planets in no name universes. Mjolnir would guide its next wielder to the Greater Planes of existence. After said next wielder had fixed their own problems, that went without saying.

What also went without saying was that Mjolnir would not give its next wielder all the power at once. The man or woman receiving the hammer would have to earn the right to that power, in battle or otherwise. This was both to ensure that the Power would not corrupt them and to ensure it would not destroy them.

A thrum went to Mjolnir, making Thor look down. "Your next wielder would not abuse your power, even if you gave it to them all at once?" Thor asked. "Well, they still would not be able to handle all of it, remember to be careful, old friend."

The Great Skyfather took a deep breath, and spoke once more the enchantment that was carved into Mjolnir's side:

"Whosoever lifts this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the Power of Thor."

With those words, words that shook Time and Space, Thor threw his weapon, his ace, his friend, away into the void, for the very last time. It was a perfect throw, for Thor would accept nothing less in his goodbye to his companion. It was with sad eyes that Thor saw it fly, off to new adventures, without him. But beneath that sadness, there was satisfaction as well, with a life well lived. He had given his very best, always. He would soon see his family again and Mjolnir would soon be upon its new wielder.

Exhausted, Thor felt the urge to lay down, to accept the eternal sleep. He stubbornly clung to life though, because, as stated before, he wanted to at least see the one who would follow in his footsteps once.

As Mjolnir progressed through Universes, Dimensions and Realms, Thor watched in anticipation for his heir. He watched as Mjolnir passed by several potentially worthy beings, each one skipped by increasing his curiosity, for who would Mjolnir choose?

At last though, Mjolnir set course for one planet in particular. It was hardly surprising for Thor that it was a version of Earth. Everything seemed to be centered on that planet. Maybe that was the reason it had been named Midgard by the Earliest Asgardians, for it surely found itself in the midst of things more often than not.

Mjolnir descended further and further, to the point where Thor could see the country it was fixed upon.

A lifted eyebrow indicated his surprise, as he had never been to that country before, and neither had Mjolnir, to the best of his knowledge.

What, or better said, who, was Mjolnir looking for there?

As Mjolnir came within miles of its intended destination though, Thor's eyes suddenly widened in both shock and understanding. And as the hammer came down in front of the worthy person, Thor smiled for the very last time.

"Now I understand. Mjolnir, my old friend, that is truly an excellent choice."

With those words said, Thor Odinson, last of The Avengers, died.

Thor's death did not go unnoticed. Everywhere in the Omniverse, sufficiently powerful beings felt his passing. The sudden distinct lack of the Odinson glaringly visible on the picture of reality.

Among them was one of the most powerful beings in existence. He was second only to the One-Above-All and shared that second position with just one other being. He, just like his Boss, had many names, many identities, many forms.

At the moment, he was in the form of a young human male, with slightly tanned skin, a completely white outfit, short black curly hair and a seemingly perpetual grin on his face.

Said grin disappeared though, when he felt Thor's passing. He had expected it, even known of it of course, but it still hurt. Thor had been a good friend for the few thousand years he had lived, but it seemed it was over now.

…

Maybe Thor's heir could be a friend as well?

He knew that Thor had passed his power on to an heir that was to be chosen by Mjolnir. It was a choice he approved of, not only because his Boss had ordered it, but also because he himself truly agreed with the sentiment. As such, the least he could do was make an effort to, ever so slightly, help Thor's successor on his way.

His gaze followed Mjolnir's journey though the Verses, right until it arrived at its final destination, and, just like Thor, he watched in understanding as the hammer descended.

"Excellent choice Mjolnir." He murmured, "That man will be every bit as amazing as Thor, maybe even better."

The being quickly made his way over to that Earth, located in the so-called 'Nasu-Verse.' Named after the Watcher in charge of observing and cataloguing all information about said Verse; The young, but still respected Watcher by the name of Nasu.

The being had no illusions about the future. He did not doubt many powerful existences would soon come knocking, hoping to claim the Power of Thor for themselves. To prevent this, he immediately put both a shield and a warning over Mjolnir's new wielder. The shield was there to hide Thor's heir, while the warning made it clear that said heir was under his protection.

"If anyone wants to claim Mjolnir and the power of Thor, they can come now and fight me!" The being declared to the Omniverse at large, in voice that was not sound, but pure intent projected everywhere. Right after, he felt all threats retreat as fast as they could, as was wise of them to do. He was not one to be trifled with after all.

In fact, only the boss could possibly seriously threaten him, though perhaps his own equal could make live pretty difficult. Perhaps he could hope his brother had not noticed...

'BROTHER!"

The being flinched at the sudden call. It seemed his brother had felt the warning also then, despite his fervent hopes for the opposite. No doubt that grouch wanted an explanation now.

Seeing there was no reason to put it off, he decided to go indulge his brother.

"This is going to be fun to explain." He sighed sarcastically, before disappearing from where he had been, not a trace left behind.

Author's note:

Well, my first chapter of my first fanfic. That was really fun to write, and I hope it is fun to read as well. I am aware that it was a bit rushed and fast-paced, but I wanted to wrap up Thor's death and everything around it within one reasonably short chapter, so there.

Mjolnir has been sent off, containing both its own power and Thor's. Its new owner will as such not only have access to Mjolnir's power, but also to the powers and abilities of Comic-Thor. This will be one powerful individual. (As if you all don't know who it is because of the summary).

Did anyone recognise the being who had the last POV?

As you might have noticed, both Thor and Mjolnir received quite the buff and power boost in my story. This was on purpose, and every bit of power mentioned and more is going to the main character of this fic. Not right away of course, that would make for a boring story. It will slowly develop over the course of the plotline.

I warn you here and now that I am no fan of drama or tragedy, if that's what you are looking for, either turn back or abandon all hope when ye enter here.

Update time is slow, just a fair warning.

Alright, that was it. Thanks for reading and until next time.

Edited later for better flow and better choice of words.