"Thor Odinson, you have betrayed the express command of your king. Through your arrogance and stupidity, you have opened these peaceful realms and innocent lives to the horror and desolation of WAR! You are unworthy of these realms! You're unworthy of your title! You're UNWORTHY... Of the loved ones you have betrayed. I now take from you your power! In the name of my father and his father before, I, Odin Allfather, CAST YOU OUT!" Time seemed to stand still for the blond asgardian as he had been tossed by his father into a portal, a shred of regret for the things he had done might have been there in the back of his heart. These feelings, however, would go unnoticed to him and in place was anger, but never hatred for his father. Rainbow light surrounded the former god and in these final moments his father disappeared from his vision. Taking but just a small moment to stand firm in his decision Odin raised Mjölnir to his face, his one eye still gazing upon the portal that he had recently opened. With a whisper and a tear for his son, he choked out the words "Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor." A Norse triquetra formed on the side of the hammer confirming that the spell had been placed. With a single mighty heave from Odin Mjölnir flew through the air past Loki with a metallic hum following down the same portal that its former owner had just recently gone through. Soon after, the portal closed and Thor Odinson's exile had been sealed.
Musutafu Centennial Park 9pm.
The sounds of shoes barely dragging along the concrete sidewalk could be heard over the sounds of crickets chirping in the night. Soon, though they had come to a stop under a lamp post. The frame of the young boy rested lightly onto the metallic structure deep in thought. Tomorrow was a big day for him no doubt. It was the entrance exam for U.A High School that he had been training for. His dream, his life long dream was so close to being within his grasp that he couldn't even bring himself to sleep.
So here he was, in the middle of the park, doing nothing in particular. The feeling of butterflies within his stomach just did not want to calm down in the slightest. This was perhaps the only place he thought of going that would calm him down. The sounds, of the park were so soothing that without even thinking about it, he had traversed the circumference of the park four times now. It was a pretty decent sized park modestly speaking. But one thing drew this boy's attention, snapping him out of the trance of his own mind. It was an absurdly bright light crashing down from the heavens above. It crashed into the earth in the middle of the park, the smell of burnt grass and leaves filled his nose. Curious in nature the boy quickly darted off towards the smell, pushing past the branches of the trees until he saw the silhouette of a man standing in the open near the lake. Crouching down into the bushes near the clearing he observed the man.
"Father... Father! Do you hear me you foolish old man?! Return me at once to Asgard! This is an outrage! How could you do this? I'm your son! Open the Bifrost and return me post haste!"
The man bellowed into the night sky like a raving madman. Taking a few steps out of the Nordic runes etched into the soil by the Bifrost to observe his surroundings. He could tell he was in a forest of some sort.
"Heimdall! Heimdall, I know you can hear me my father has made a grave mistake return me back to Asgard!" His pleading were met with silence once more from the heavens.
"Mark my words old man I shall return within the fortnight!" He exclaimed once again to the cloudy night sky. The bulky man began to walk further towards the tree line. His movements came to a halt when he saw one of the bushed twigs move in an unnatural way. This movement was followed by the sharp snap of what sounded like a stick under some weight. This had his attention, and he had gone into a state of alert.
"Whoever is hiding there, make your presence known, no harm will come to you so long as you heed my request." His voice was one of a commanding and deep tone and the young boy could tell, even so he stayed hidden behind the bushes.
"Do I seem to be in a gaming mood? I grow tired of hide and seek, I can see your foot..." This made the boy look behind him and sure enough his foot was sticking out just barely from the bush. Cursing himself inwardly the boy slowly made his way from his hiding spot and approached the man, Caution was one word to describe how he approached the man who had been ranting and raving gibberish about mythology not a moment before.
Now under the scrutinizing gaze of this giant of a man he waited for some sort of remark and sure enough it came quicker than he had expected.
"... What is that on your head some form of camouflage? Never mind that." He paused for a just a brief moment and pointed towards the boy. "You, bush boy, what realm is this? Alfheim, Nornheim-" His sentence was cut off by the boy whose voice caught him by surprise.
"Jesus Christ, why are you naked!" Bush boy exclaimed as he took a few steps back covering his eyes as he did so.
Looking down at his own body for the first time he could see that he well and truly was naked as the day he was born. Immediately he covered himself as best he could and cursed the heavens once more. "Oh, this is just a grand jest father! Here I thought Loki was the prankster of the family! Now I know where he gets it!" Turning his attention back to the boy he spoke once more. "Small child it would seem that I am in need of proper attire where is the nearest armory?" However the boy had disappeared while he spat his insults to the sky. "Hello? Small child, which hides in a bush?" He called out in a confused tone. "Whatever, Thor God of Thunder requires no help from a small child for such a task." Making his way through the forest, he could now see that he was surrounded by buildings on all sides. Cars passed along the road and late night citizens gave him awful stares to which he knew why.
"You there, deviant! Stop!" The voice called to him from behind. "You're under arrest!"
The man talking to him was a strange looking one with spiked forward red hair and his body was wrapped in a large red cloak. Next to the man was the boy he had seen in the woods not long ago. Clearly the boy had gone to get help. "Come quietly like a man and there won't be any problems."
"You dare threaten me, I am Thor, son of Odin, God of Thunder and I will not submit myself to some lowly-" Cut short by a swift blow from the pro hero Crimson Riot he fell flat onto his face. "Mortal..." he said as he passed out onto the cold pavement.
Far above in the sky a streak of light dropped down like a comet and struck the training grounds behind U.A High School swapping what once was a track and field area with that of a crater.