This is my first foray into the Marvel fanfiction universe, and is a story that has been bugging me for a little while.
Set before the events of Thor.
Please read and review :)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, bar my OCs.
Prologue
Somewhere in Norway, 989 AD
The young man ran across the frozen lands, clutching the bundle tightly to his chest as he was chased by two men on horseback. He knew he stood little chance of escaping them, but the objects he was carrying could not fall into their hands. If they did then… Well, it would not be good for any of them on Midgard. He ran as quickly as he could, desperate to evade capture if possible, but he could almost feel the horses' breath on his neck.
"Hand it over!" The first brute demanded as his companion rode ahead and blocked the young man's path.
"Never!" The young man said, clasping the bundle tightly. The two men just laughed and shook their heads.
"I warn you boy, I will not ask again." The older man stated. He was known as Sven Bloodaxe, a name given to him due to his choice of weapon and his love of killing. He was in his mid-thirties, with his skin covered in many scars and tattoos. He held a large war axe in his grimy hands, and he bared his teeth at the teenager.
"You will not…" The boy said, sounding braver than he felt.
"You will, if you wish to live." The second rider said, bringing his horse closer. Eric Flatnose was renowned for his violent appetite, and since he had teamed up with Sven it had spelled trouble for any in their path. He too was covered in a number of scars, but instead of an axe he held a sword, the tip of which was pointing towards the boy's chest.
"It does not matter. We will take them from you regardless. Hand them over and we will not kill you." Sven pointed out.
"I…" The boy looked around him, knowing that he had no choice. He carefully stepped towards the older man and handed him the bundle.
"A wise decision." His hunters grinned. "Off you go."
The two men soon reached their hall, laughing and grinning as they had their prize. Nothing and no one would be able to stop them from taking over the land now. Sitting by the fire, they shared a skin of mead, before their curiosity took over.
"Let's have a look then."
"Patience…" Sven said, before opening the package. He smiled widely as he removed the fabric surrounding the two items they required, but his face quickly fell.
"What? What is it?"
"We have been tricked!" He growled angrily as he revealed two wooden duplicates. "They will pay for this!"
"How?" The older man stared at the fire and smiled menacingly.
"With fire…"
Somewhere in Norway, 2009
"Professor! I think I've found something!" A young man shouted excitedly.
