She wanted a storm to match her rage.

Chapter Three

He had no idea where he was, and that concerned him but he didn't feel that worried overly much. He had managed to cling on to Mjolnir while he had been falling from...wherever he had been falling from? In truth, aside from a sensation of falling he could not remember much of anything at all from before he had woken up in this strange place.

Oh, he know who he was. He was Thor, son of Odin and first in line for the throne of Asgard. He was the god of thunder and of fertility and his mother's name was Freya and her smile was as bright as the greatest star in all of the Nine Realms and her touch was as soft as the finest velvet and he had three little brothers, clever Loki who knew all of their mother's tricks, sweet Baldur with golden hair and blue eyes and ever a kind word for anyone even if they deserved it or not and finally little Hodr, born without sight and more vulnerable than either of his other brothers but braver than anyone seemed to think of him.

He was Asgard's finest warrior and it's greatest champion, he had slain frost giants and armies of the undead and things that had not names. No, Thor knew who he was and what he was and he knew that there was little that could pose any true threat. Which was really the thing that was the cause of the slight concern within him, few things in the Nine Realms could do him harm, even fewer could affect his mind so what could have knocked him off of his course and affect his memory.

It was a small concern, certainly not as large as the fact that he could not summon the Bifrost which meant...he didn't know what that meant. The only time he had ever heard of anyone of Asgard losing the ability to summon the rainbow bridge was when they had been cast out, banished. Only the Allfather had that power. His Father would not do that to him, he had done nothing to warrant such a thing, surely?

He was his Father's finest instrument, to bring peace to all of the realms with blood and with thunder. He wouldn't have been cast aside, there must have been something wrong with the bridge, that was all. Once they had fixed it then he would be able to summon it and he would be home before he knew it. Or, his father would send men to come and fetch him. Or his Mother would, whenever Father was wroth with him Mother was always able to calm him down.

Yes, he would be home before he knew it. In the meantime, whatever realm this was did not seem like too terrible of a place to end up even though he had never heard of this...what did the man with the chain around his neck call it? Westeros, or something like that at any rate. Thor had never heard of it and he had been to or head of all of the Nine Realms and he had never heard of this one.

Did this mean that in fact he was in a tenth realm? He had never heard of such a thing before and that set a whole new seed of terror inside of him growing. Perhaps there was nothing wrong with the Bifrost at all but he was simply beyond it's reach? If that was the case then how was he ever going to be able to find his way back to Asgard?

He wasn't going to worry about that, if he had gotten here somehow then it stood to reason he would be able to get back as well, somehow. He just needed to wait and his memory would come back and he would be able to find the way for him to get home. This realm was warm and bright and it did have some really nice food from what little he had been able to taste so far.

Once he had woken, and the girl with the pretty eyes and golden curls had been taken away, the man with a chain around his neck had fussed over him for a few moments and had pressed a cup into his hands. Thor had hoped for ale, or maybe mead but alas it was only water though he was not about to complain as his mouth and throat felt as dry as a dessert in the middle of Muspelheim and the water took the worst of it away.

He asked the chained man if he was a slave once he had finished the cup of water, Asgard would suffer no man to be in chains and neither would Thor but the man merely said that he was a Maester, sworn to serve his Lord and the family he had been assigned too but he was not a slave. So, he was some sort of wise man, perhaps like his own Father, oh Father had never truly served anyone but his lust for knowledge was well known, few could ever claim to have even a fraction of the wisdom of the Allfather.

He was able to get some information about this realm from him, it was named Westeros and it was divided into Seven Kingdoms but all were ruled by one King who sat upon something called the Iron Throne, he had to admit that he would quite like to see it, it sounded like it was a seat for a warrior and he would like to see the sort of man who would sit upon a throne made of the melted blades of all of his enemies.

The kingdom that he was currently in was known as the Westerlands and it was ruled more directly by someone named Lord Tywin Lannister, Lord Paramount of the Westerlands, Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West and Shield of Lannisport. Fine and splendid titles, to be sure. Thor was apparently within this Casterly Rock at the moment as Lord Tywin's brothers and sons had gone out for a ride and they had found him in the middle of a clearing in the woods, they said that he had fallen from the sky.

Thor did not know what to make of that, apparently he had fallen to this realm with a streak of light, would that have been the Bifrost? He would have to ask them what exactly the light had looked like, if it had been rainbow in color then it would have to be the rainbow bridge but he had never heard of it taking anyone to a realm outside of the ones that all knew of.

If it wasn't the Bifrost, then he didn't understand what else it could have been. Perhaps it had been some other power, he remembered nothing of what had brought him, something could possibly have breached Asgard and thrown him into this realm, perhaps. Which meant right at this moment his home could be facing an assault and he was not there to aid them.

Once the chained man had left him, to rest so he said, Thor tried to summon the bifrost but it would not come to him. He was cut off, but he still had his hammer and he still had his power. And the people of this realm seemed as mortal as those on Midgard, so none of them would be able to constrain him or prove any true threat to him.

So, he would stay for the moment. While he was not truly injured, he did feel ever so slightly...groggy, like he had drunk far too much mead and wouldn't be able to walk in a straight line for awhile. He also felt a sense of wanting to fall back on to his pillows and sleeping for another week which was odd as Thor had his own indulgences but need for extra sleep was not one of them.

All the same, he had soon found himself falling back to his pillows and his eyes sliding shut as he cast himself deep into the darkness. When he woke once again the man with the chain around his neck had returned and he was not alone, a fine specimen of a man was standing next to the one who was chained. He was taller than the other, with bright green eyes flecked with gold and a head of golden hair, he was dressed in a red doublet with a thick golden chain around his neck, a ruby clasping the links together at every break in the chain.

Lord Tywin had been more or less what he had expected him to be and when he spoke he sounded almost like his own Father at that moment, he got the sense that Odin and Lord Tywin met well get along or try to kill one another and quite frankly Thor was not sure which one he would prefer. When he spoke, his voice was as hard as iron.

"My brothers and sons claim that they saw you falling from the sky, now, none of them are fools. Some of them are quick to foolish ideas, to be certain but every single one of them saw the same thing. You, falling from the sky." Lord Tywin strode forward and narrowed his eyes at him, scrutinizing him and Thor lifted his head to meet his gaze but he soon found that he wanted to look away from it, odd that such a man could make him want to hide under his covers when blood thirsty giants could not.

"Do you know what that suggests to me?" Lord Tywin asked but did not give Thor any time to respond before he was speaking again. "That tells me that you must be very good at putting on a mummer's show, if you could fool all of them. My brother Gerion has always been easily lead astray, quick to fall for any foolishness put in front of him, my brother Tygett is less trusting to be sure but he is also not fond of me, perhaps he has also sworn that you fell from the sky in order to embarrass me in some way?"

"Kevan, I cannot explain. He is not a fool and he has no reason to be wroth with me. But yet even he claims that he swore that you, fell from the sky, right in front of him. Of course, none of them saw you hit the ground. All he saw was a bright light streaking across the sky and when they followed it they found you laying in the middle of a clearing, in truth that was all they saw."

"So, how did you perform this trick? I have heard tales of men from Yi Ti who can make lights in the sky by using a special powder that is ignited and then shot up into the air, is that how you did it? Or by some other method? The Pyromancers of the alchemist guild of King's Landing are able to do remarkable things with their substance, I have seen that with my own eyes? Did you somehow smuggle a few pots of wildfire away from the capital? For your sake, I certainly hope that is not true as the King is very fond of it and the Pyromancers are possessive of their substance. You may find yourself being judged in front of the King."

A deep frown gouged it's way on to his stony features after he had spoken of the king. "And you would not want that, I can assure you. The King is not a man known for his forgiving manner, you may find yourself being tied to a pyre and burned alive. Thus, I would suggest that you tell me how you managed to do it. Now."

Thor frowned heavily and cast a glance over at his hammer, Mjolnir had been clenched in his hand while he had slept and none in this realm had proven worthy enough so far to try and move it but once he had woken up he had placed it next to his bed once he had been left alone for a few moments, the maester had tried to move it when he had been laying in his bed and the poor old man must have thought that he was asleep and Thor had done his best not to laugh as the man who seemed he might do as well to have the branches of a birch tree instead of the arms that he had wrapped his hands around the haft of the hammer and tried to move it.

Even if he had been worthy, the hammer might have actually been to heavy for him. Lord Tywin followed his gaze and let out a hum as he saw Mjolnir and moved towards it and Thor had to resist the urge to get up from the bed and stop him from touching it. "Yes, this is also something that makes little sense to me. Some of my own men use warhammers and some of them are very heavy, and look like they should be much heavier than your own and yet, none of my men are are even able to so much as budge it. None of them can. How is that?"

"Maybe none of your men are strong enough." Thor said with a shrug of his shoulders while a hand came down to play with some loose threads that frayed from the blanket. "I am very strong, very fast as well. I was running across the stars not that long ago, sadly I fell. I tripped, my little brother. That was the shooting star you saw, I mean to pay him back for that so the next man you see falling from the sky will be him."

"Your wit is sharp, I am not accustomed to be spoken of as though I am a fool." No, Thor saw that well enough when Tywin Lannister's tone turned to ice, as cold as any in Helheim. "You are alone and in my power and I will ask this question again, and I will also say now that I do not ask the same question more than twice. Who are you, what is this hammer and how did you make it seem like you fell from the sky?"

"I did not make it seem like anything, I did fall from the sky." Of course, whatever had happened to him it was unlikely that he had actually fallen from the sky but he had to imagine that was how it would look to mortals, Father had always said that mortals were a superstitious bunch and were quick to panic, it was why they did not often interfere in matters on Midgard unless the circumstances were dire but Thor had no desire to play this game anymore. "Or, that's how it would have looked to you anyway."

"That hammer is Mjolnir, mine own weapon and it will only be held by someone it views as worthy." Thor held out his hand and Mjolnir shot across the room towards him and for the first time since he had walked into the room, Lord Tywin Lannister looked stunned and needed to take a step back. "And I am Thor, son of Odin and God of Thunder."

He raised Mjolnir and a blast of lightning shot into the ceiling of the room he was in, burning a spot of it deepest black while the air smelled just like a thunderstorm had hit the room. Lord Tywin was quite for a long time after that, though Thor was impressed that he had not run screaming from the room like a madman.

Lord Tywin walked over to a pitcher of ale that the maester had brought him and poured himself a cup, drained it and then poured himself another before he finally spoke, his green eyes flecked with gold shinning with something that he had seen in Odin's eyes a thousand times. Ambition.

"Are you hungry?"

End of Chapter Three

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