A storm was raging in the land of Norway.
The meteorologists had stated that it had been fifteen years since last such a storm took place. The winds rushing, creating waves the seize of houses. Thunder striking from the clouds, tearing into houses and trees.
And then, far up in the mountains. High, high up there was a single natural cave, untouched by man. Deep inside a humming singing sound could be heard, as if the the storm and electricity of the lightning sang together with an object hidden deep inside.
A silver hammer, standing untouched. Beforehand it had been covered in dust but as it sang with the storm the dust had fallen off and the hammer itself was singing, calling for its master. Recalling days past.
"It ends now brother!"
"Oh yes. Today it ends! No longer will I be caught in a shadow, no longer shall you shine bright."
"Stop this madness! This is your last chance! Loki I warn you!"
"Duly noted dear brother NOW COME!"
A great thrust of lightning tore through the sky and followed with a loud crash making Donald Blake gasp as his eyes opened wide.
Donald gasped as he laid in bed, hearing the heavy rain fall outside. Then he groaned as he sat up in bed. That dream again… He kept having that same dream. Lately though, it had become clearer. Louder.
At first the voices had just been like echoes in the distant, but now they sounded so clear.
This wasn't good… Donald was to perform surgery tomorrow, he needed to be well rested.
Still, the thunder kept crashing outside, the rain was so heavy and Donald groaned as he rubbed his eyes, sincerely doubting he was going to get any-more sleep anytime soon.
Finally Donald sighed deeply as he just turned on the light on his night stand and reached for his cane standing beside his bed.
Grunting it took great afford for Donald to stand up, but finally he managed. And with the help of his cane to lean upon Donald managed to reach the bathroom where he turned on the light to take a look at himself in the mirror.
Donald had never really made an impressive figure, but now he had to admit it looked even worse than usual. His natural blond hair looked kind of matted, his blue eyes had deep shadows under them and his skin looked way to pale for his own liking…
Pale… Donald looked in the mirror and for a second thought he saw, a slim pale face framed by ebony black hair and sharp green eyes looking back at him.
Then Donald shook his head and looked up again to see his own familiar reflection of a blond man.
His body was tall and lean, but sadly also frail. He needed a cane to be able to walk, back in the day they had insisted he would never walk on his own due to his condition.
Weak muscles, they had just never developed quite right… At least that is what they said. Muscular dystrophy was the name of his condition.
Sadly with the absence of medical records it was hard to tell… For indeed. Doctor Donald Blake had no memory of his childhood or youth.
Fifteen years ago, he had been found laying in an alleyway… No memories, no name. Unable to walk… Barely even able to lift an arm. Weak.
There was only one thing Donald was sure of. There was something he was supposed to do, someone he was supposed to safe.
But he had been so weak. He had been angry and frustrated, wanting to trash everything. How had he been supposed to safe anyone when he couldn't even stand up on his own?
He had refused any help, yelled and trashed before finally a woman had slapped him and told him to get it together.
Finally he had broken down. Spilled how frustrated he was, no memories. No strength and skills… And there was someone he needed to safe, but he didn't know who.
That's when that woman had said it… The social worker who had tasked herself to take care of him at that time. "But… There are plenty of other ways to safe people."
And that's how Donald Blake had decided he wanted to become a Doctor. It had taken him a while to pick that profession specifically, but eventually it seemed like the only natural choice when he could never become a fireman, police officer or military man. Doctors saved people, and he was supposed to safe someone…. Somehow.
Of course to be a Doctor who needed to be able to walk, so he trained. He studied, he was accepted at the university.
Fifteen years ago… Felt like a lifetime. So why was Donald thinking about it now? He had almost forgotten about it.
Donald turned to the window and used the cane to walk over there as he looked out at the thunder strike.
And that's when Donald suddenly remembered… Donald wasn't his real name. He had no idea who he had been fifteen years ago. And that voice rang through his mind..
"Brotheeeer…."
Donald squinted his eyes. "Who…" he gasped. "Who are you?"
But there was no reply other than the thunderstorm and the heavy rain.
The day after the storm was beautiful. Not a cloud in sight, and not even a breeze of wind as Donald walked across the hospital. Donald yawned deeply as he shook his head, then had to rub his eyes before lifting a big mug filled with black coffee taking a well deserved sip of the bitter liquid.
Strong black coffee. He needed it.
"Woah Donald. You look like shit."
Donald turned his head then smiled a weak tired smile. "Hey Jane." he replied to his fellow Doctor and surgeon. Jane Foster.
Jane tilted her head as she looked at him. "You all right?" he asked.
"Yeah I just…" Donald yawned again. "Didn't sleep much last night. That thunderstorm was really loud, you know. And then a five hours surgery. Geesh."
"Hope you didn't botch it." Jane smirked jokingly.
"Nope! Went flawlessly." Donald smiled relieved. "I was thinking that maybe I should have postponed it. But that surgery was urgent, the heart couldn't take much more."
"Another life saved by the amazing Doctor Blake." Jane winked at him.
Donald smiled a tired smile.
"That really was quite a storm last night." Jane suddenly agreed as she turned to the window. "I was half afraid the power would go out in half the city."
"Yeah." Donald breathed. "Is it just me or did it seem… a bit unnatural?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" Jane asked.
"I don't know, lots of weird stuff has happened lately." Donald replied. "Gamma mutants going wild. Tony Stark deciding to become a superhero. It's kind of a crazy world isn't it?" he asked.
"So what? You think Zeus came on a visit?" Jane chuckled.
Donald shrugged. "Anything is possible isn't it?" as suddenly, a sharp voice cut through Donalds mind. "The mighty Thunder god!"
"Urgh!" Donald hissed as he grabbed his head, dropping his mug in the same movement so it shattered on the ground and Donald almost fell down.
"DONALD!" Jane shouted as she just managed to grab him before Donald fell down on the ground. "Are you okay? What happened?"
"I… I don't know." Donald swallowed as he had to grab Jane to stand. "So-sorry." he gasped.
"It's all right. Maybe you need to rest." Jane offered. "Donald your cane." she grabbed for it on the floor and offered it to Donald.
"Thanks." Donald gasped reaching for the cane but had to hold unto Jane to even keep standing.
"All right that's it." Jane informed. "You need to rest. Clearly!" she said. "I'm giving you a ride home!"
"I'm sorry I…" Donald began only to get a glare from Jane. "Thank you Jane." he finally said. "You're right, I probably need to sleep. Just a bit." he sighed deeply.
Far away, in another world. A desolate place called Niffleheim, where the sky was constantly dark grey blocking out any rays of sun. The icing wind was whistling across the cold gray rocks and there in the barren land was a man.
His skin was white, shining like snow. His hair black, long and tangled framing a gaunt thin face, skin stretched across his sharp cheek bones.
Chains were wrapped around his hands and legs, chaining the man to the stonewall as a snake slithered around above him.
The man though, was smirking. "He is… remembering." he spoke in a hoarse voice which sounded like it hadn't been used for a decade or more. "Oh Thor…. Sweet little Thor…" he grinned as he opened his eyes revealing a sharp green. "You thought you were oh so clever… That you were oh so smart. But as your chains shatter, so will mine…. Brother."
The snake crawled around above him then crawled down, wrapping itself around the mans neck and crawled up his arm.
"Sweet darling." The man spoke to the emerald green snake. "He is remembering…. We have to end him before he regains his power… The spell cast has connected our punishments… When he is free ones more. So will I be… But there is another way. If he dies, I shall be free… Go… My sweet darling." he asked the snake. "Go. Make sure he doesn't regain his power… Kill him… Kill the Thunder Prince…. And do not dawdle… He must die while still being so weak."
AN:
The main thing which is taken directly from Stan Lees comic book is that Thor has been stranded on earth for a while and has now assumed the identity of Doctor Donald Blake, a heart surgeon while having no idea of his true identity.
In the original comic book, it was part of a banishment Odin bestowed upon Thor to teach him humility like in the movie.
In this story though, the reason will be different and revealed later on ;)
I understand there probably wont be a lot of people reading this as it's not MCU compliant, but I would still love to hear some thoughts on this idea.