She wanted a storm to match her rage.

Chapter One.

The rain was pounding down heavily against the ground and Tyrion was concerned that his pony might lose his footing due to the thick mud but so far his mount had remained as surefooted as the horse master of Casterly Rock had promised that he would be. He felt as tall as Jaime, his big brother had cheered louder than any other when Tyrion had trotted around the yard of the Rock for the first time.

But now was the first time that he had ridden outside of the Rock and he did not wish to make a fool of himself, not while Uncle Gerion and Uncle Kevan and Uncle Tygett were watching. If he did fall then he was certain they would tell his Father and Tyrion Lannister could think of nothing more terrible than to have the Great Lion of the Rock's ire drawn on to him.

In truth it seemed that his Father was always angry with him no matter what he did, he remembered back when Uncle Gerion had first taught him to tumble and he had climbed on to the table with his hands and walked on them all the way over to his Father, certain that he would be pleased or would at the very least laugh, even Cersei would laugh at him when he tumbled in front of her.

But Lord Tywin had not found it very amusing at all, he simply glared at him and Tyrion lost his balance and fell on to his face and his Father told him that he was a lion of the rock and not a common fool, Casterly Rock already had a fool and they paid him well for his service. His Lord Father had asked him then if he wished to wear motley, perhaps to be sold to a traveling show from the Free Cities, how much did a tumbling dwarf go for, his father had wondered out loud like he had expected Tyrion to knew the answer to that.

Tears burned at the corner of his eyes as the memory of it assaulted him, his hands tightening around the reins of the donkey as he tried not to sob, the only thing worse than making a fool of himself in front of his uncles and having them tell that to his Father would be to cry in front of them and have them tell him that a lion, even a mangled one, had wept like a woman.

So he bite his bottom lip and forced the tears back, he had plenty of practice at that, and turned his gaze up to the road ahead. Really, he supposed that it wouldn't have mattered much at all if he had cried, the rain was coming down even harder now and all of them could have been weeping and he would not have been able to tell.

It had been raining so much as of late, the Westerlands often got a rainstorm or two inside of a single moon but it had been raining every single day lately, not a soft barely there rain that could almost feel pleasant on the skin, but a rain that threatened to cause the rivers to break their banks and that turned the ground to mud under their feet..

It was strange and he knew that Father had been concerned about it, well, he had overheard Uncle Gerion and Uncle Tygett talking in the courtyard and they had said that Father had seemed concerned. Well, the word they had used had been irritated but they had said that Lord Tywin had written a letter to the Masters of the Citadel when Casterly Rock's master had been unable to explain when the heavens had been unrelenting in their downpour.

Tyrion wouldn't want to be a bird if he had to fly through rain like this, wet clothes were heavier to wear than dry clothes so would a wet bird be to heavy to fly? He would have to ask the Maester about that when they got back to the Rock, or if he was busy then he would read and try and find out the answer to his question that way.

Jaime was strong and tall and good with a blade and didn't need a special saddle in order to ride and he hadn't ridden a pony since he was a little boy, but Tyrion wasn't like his brother. Tyrion was mishapen, half formed. He had been twisted in his Mother's womb before she had given birth to him and he had no chance of wielding a sword with any great skill or using a lance to compete in a tourney.

So his mind would have to be his blade, that was how he would fight his battles and prove he was as good as them. And he would, that was what he promised himself every night when he went to bed at night, when he watched Jaime spar with Addam Marbrand and when he stared into the flames of the fires he lit in the bowels of the Rock, pretending he could see his Father and sister twisting in agony in the flames.

A loud clap of thunder echoed in the distance and Tyrion nearly jumped out of his saddle at how sudden it was, thankfully for him only Jaime seemed to have noticed it and leaned over in his saddled to ruffle his hair. "Nothing to worry about little brother just the Smith working at his forge, making a new sword for the Warrior to use in his battles."

Tyrion had to wonder what battles the gods would need to fight but he knew better than to ask, Jaime had ever been kind to him but even he had said that sometimes he asked far too many questions so Tyrion kept his mouth shut and merely smiled up at Jaime even as the rain kept coming down harder, trying to fight off the urge to shiver.

They rode further on for maybe a dozen more feet when they came to a raging river, Tyrion had studied the maps carefully when his uncles had told him they were going out riding and he knew that further up the river there would be a crossing but the bridge was wooden and with how violent the river ran and how much it had swollen, no doubt the bridge would have been washed away and Tyrion did not know where the next crossing was.

Uncle Kevan, who was garbed in a fine velvet doublet with a golden chain around his neck and looking very grand atop his coal black destrier, was frowning when he saw the state of the river. "There is no hope of crossing that, Tyrion I know that you were looking forward to your ride but you've ridden far enough, it is time for us to head back to the Rock."

Tyrion wanted to protest but he knew that it would do no good, if he did protest then his Uncle would just tell his Father that he had been disobedient and nothing would be worse than that. He nodded and turned his pony around and set it of into a gentle trot back the way that they had come, the sound of mud squishing beneath the hooves of his horse filling his ears.

And then the loudest clap of thunder that seemed to shake the entire world around him and his pony reared back and for a moment Tyrion thought he had been thrown from his saddle but after a few moments the world righted itself again and he was still in his saddle, clutching the reins so tightly that the leather was starting to cut into his hands.

His pony was terrified but Jaime rode up to him and took the reins from him, helping to settle the best. "Are you alright little brother?"

"I think so, I never heard thunder as loud as that before."

"It wasn't just thunder." Uncle Tygett called from behind them and when Tyrion turned his head to look back at him he saw him gazing up at the sky, his eyes narrowed suspiciously as though he expected something to drop out of it and attack them. "I saw a light, but it wasn't lightning. It was long streak of light, like a falling star." He pointed over the tree lining the side of the muddy road. "It came down over there."

"I say we go and have a look." Uncle Gerion said with a grin on his face which looked so like the one that Jaime got on his face sometimes whenever he did something he was proud of, or when he was about to do something that he probably shouldn't. "I've never seen a falling star come down to the ground before, I think I should like to see it."

"No, we are going back to the Rock." Uncle Kevan spoke, trying to sound like he was Father speaking.

"Oh come on Brother, imagine the possibilities here. You know, it is said that Dawn of House Dayne was forged from the steel at the heart of a fallen star. No blade bar Valyrian Steel is said to cut finer and they say it glows with a soft light. Our older brother may never have the Valyrian Steel blade that he wants for our house, but a blade of star metal will have to do." Uncle Gerion did not wait, he hurried his horse into a gallop and was gone into the trees even as Kevan commanded him to return.

"Come on!" Jaime said with a grin as he rode after their uncle and despite himself Tyrion could not help but smile as he hurried his own pony into a gallop, though it could not hope to keep up with grown horse it did not matter to Tyrion. It still felt like he had given himself over to the wind and for a moment, as the branches went whistling by he felt as tall as many man.

After a few moments of riding, Tyrion noticed that the tops of the trees had been burnt. Like they had been exposed to some sort of great heat, most likely from whatever had fallen this way. The Dothraki thought that the stars were the souls of the dead, riding again in the night sea or something like that. What did they think happened when a star fell from the skies?

Tyrion, his brother and his uncles soon came to a clearing where the star had fallen. Only, it was not a star.

It was a man.

At a glance, he could have been a Lannister. His hair was golden, his skin was place with a strong jaw and a proud nose, many would consider him comely Tyrion had no doubt. He was similar to Jaime in age if Tyrion was any judge, perhaps just ever so slightly older than him. His garb was strange, what looked to be a grey leather breast plate with two round grey circles clasping him blood red cloak to his back.

And even as he slumbered deeply after falling from the sky, he was clasping his large hammer in one hand like it was the most precious thing in the entire world.

End of Chapter One

Ever have an idea that just won't get out of your head till you write it?

Well, here we are.

So, a few notes on canon. Mainly I am following Marvel Canon for Thor with a few adjustments, so Loki is his adopted brother but both Baldr and Hodr exist here as their younger brothers as well as they are Thor's brothers in Norse Mythology. For Thor's age, he is very young here equivalent to the Lannister Twins in maturity even though that is probably several hundred years old.

Because he is younger, he's very hot headed and very much a Blood Knight so if at times he seems like an asshole...just remember this before his character development.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and will consider reviewing, following and adding this story to your favorites. Constructive Criticism is always welcome.

With love,

DiscordantSymphony