It was a cold to bite at hands and faces, to send a chill through the soul of every mortal on Earth. Ice lay heavy, sleeping on the ground, waiting in its slumber to fell a victim. Lightning crashed, and thunder rolled; no rain followed. No rain, only hail and ice. It was a terrible omen that all could see, for it spread impossibly across the world to even places where the cold had never before ventured.
The Avengers sat around a conference table on the helicarrier discussing what was to be done, and what the strange weather meant.
"It is the middle of summer, and we have ice and storms! Thor is this your doing?" Fury asked. Thor merely shook his head, while he stared meaningfully at the sky.
"Well does anyone have any ideas to –"
"The age is coming." In a quiet voice, though it resounded clearly through the room, Thor cut him off. All eyes turned to him.
"The age?" Bruce asked.
"Yes, the age. This is the first sign of the age of Ragnarök"
"The apocalypse?" Tony voiced his scepticism.
"No, it doesn't have to be, but it is almost definite it will be. I just don't understand why I haven't been called back to Asgard, or why Heimdallr hasn't blown the Gjallrhorn yet. I should have been signalled, even on Midgard"
"Gjallhorn? What the hell is that?" Tony laughed.
"It is the Resounding Horn. The horn owned by Heimdallr, he is to sound it as soon as Ragnarök approaches and he hasn't done it... I don't understand why."
"So what do we do?" Fury prompted.
"We need to get to Asgard."
The cover image for this story can be found here : fenix42 (dotdeviantart) (dotcom) /art/Yggdrasil-80854167 -Yggdrasil by fenix42 on deviantart - an amazing piece of artwork if I do say so myself. I have Fenix42's permission to use this art and I thank them because of it. =]
(sorry the link is weird, I can't actually write it properly, fanfiction does not allow links. so the site is called deviantart. Just remove the spaces.