DRACO MALFOY / THOR ODINSON
Spoiled, rotten, stupid snake. He's been called that plenty of times before. He doesn't mind, for they were just lowly in comparison to him. He was an elite Pureblood, he had dignity, he had pride; and was that really such a bad thing? He thought not. But then it was too much, he couldn't find out, he was in too deep. He was scarred, he was terrified, he wanted to go to his father and tell him he doesn't want to do this anymore. He wants to quit being the bad guy. He wants to find peace. But he couldn't, he was going to do horrifying things, he was going to be the villain, oh dear Merlin, he was going to kill. He sobs again, because the only one who would listen to him was a ghost. He doesn't deserve it, he says, but he does and he knows it.
But he, on the other hand, was almost the exact opposite. He was courteous, he was kind, he was a good person. But, then again, he was never a person. He was a god. God of thunder, actually. He was of Asgard, he was of another world. The Fates have never foretold him about his descent to Midgard, though maybe they did and didn't bother tell him, but he enjoyed it here. It was so, so…fast. Swift as thunder, he would laugh. It was wonderful to watch these mortals go on, so carefree, so happy. They would walk the streets of the city, not noticing the god watching them. He couldn't help it. He was curious, these mortals were downright fast, and he always did have a grand time trying to keep up. Then he's laughing again, because why not? After a long day of saving the world, he at least deserves to have this.
Thor Odinson was Draco Malfoy's second chance. This was him trying to be a better person, even in another life. He at least deserved that.
"This is the River of Forgetfulness. If one drop of that water gets on you, you'll start to forget who you are. Souls come here if they choose to be reborn."
