Loki hissed, he had been stuck here for fifteen years. Chained to a stone wall, his wrists sore from the manacles around his wrists. His clothes had long since worn away and left him naked in this bitter cold where he had been left to rot.
He had send two of his servants to end Thor before he regained his power and both had failed as infernal women had gotten in the way.
It seemed obvious… That Loki had to do the deed himself if he wanted it done.
As Thor broke his own prison his own chains would be shattered…. So… It was time. Fine then. Let's end this Thor!
The battle which begun fifteen years ago. Let's finish it! And for real this time.
A strange sensation had come over Donald he had a hard time placing it… Another thunderstorm was erupting outside.
Any decent person… Any smart person would stay inside where the heavy rain would soak them.
It was strange, an urge Donald couldn't fight as he grabbed his cane and walked outside.
In seconds he was soaked through, yet the rain didn't feel cold. The thunder above him didn't felt scary. It was somehow comfortable… Even soothing.
His steps brought him to the outskirts of the city without even thinking Donald halted before suddenly he realized he was at an old alleyway, filled with trash and dirt, washed over by the rain and he swallowed.
This was… This was the place where they found him. He had fallen down here… Fallen.
Donald looked up, from above… He had fallen from up there. Somehow.
Fallen and survived.
How… A fight… There had been a fight… Lightning clashing against ice.
Those green eyes, so filled with rage, screams and yells.
Donald grabbed his head. "Stop… STOP!" he shouted.
And then somehow, it did. Donald looked up as he gasped, then he swallowed. He reached out a hand, without even thinking and then whispered. It couldn't even be heard over the rain. "Come…"
A hammer sang, it yelled in rejoice. YES! MASTER!
A man with red hair and a long red beard blinked as the hammer he had been guarding for these last fifteen years suddenly rose in the air, elevating above him.
The man, though he didn't look like it he was a thousand years old gasped. "The prince!" Volstagg of the warrior three gasped. "The prince has woken!"
The hammer cheered and then it just flew, zoomed across the horizont, past countries oceans and nations like a shooting star and people were gasping.
Loki smirked, he felt the power in his body… Rising, his shackles were vibrating. Time.. It was time!
Donald gasped, he held out a hand and then, from above the item came and willingly flew right into his hand. Donalds eyes widened as his hand closed itself around a long shaft and then… A thunderstrike came directly from the sky.
It hit his body in a brilliant light and Donald gasped as he felt the power sourging through him, his entire body as he dropped his cane and held the hand.
Loki grinned as he felt it and then he roared, pulling out one hand, the chains breaking as if they were made of brittle ice. And then the other, which shattered as well. He took a step, it was clumsy and instead like a childs, he had not been standing on his own for fifteen years. But already with his second step he was steadying himself as he grinned.
"Master!" Glacies gasped and so did the other creatures around him.
Loki smirked as he looked up. "Ones more, my children. I AM FREE!" he shouted spreading out his arms and as he did clothes manifested around his body, beautiful armor in gold and green. A long hornet helmet and he grinned. "And soon! Asgard will be ours!" he roared as they all yelled.
Donalds eyes widened as he stood holding what was a large silver hammer in his hand. It looked so big, looked so heavy and yet it felt light as a feather in his hand.
Then Donald looked at his arm and he gasped as he dropped the hammer which landed on the ground in a heavy clunk.
"My… My arm!" Donald looked at it. His normally skinny looking arm, it was huge and rippled with muscles. Then he looked down at himself. What happened to his clothes?! He looked to be wearing some weird sort of armour! And he was huge.
Frantically Donald ran to the window to get a glimpse of his own reflection and saw… A toned strong looking body. His face, similar yet different, framed by long blond hair.
Only then did Donald realize he had dropped his cane and he turned to see it laying innocently on the ground next to the hammer… He had been running. Without a cane. Then he turned back to the window.
"No… No no no." Donald shook his head. "That person isn't me!" he insisted. "I… I want to turn back!" he said. "I SAID TURN ME BACK!" he shouted.
And all at ones, it was like all that power left him. His legs grew weak and he fell down to the ground. He looked at his clothes it was back to normal and his body. Then Donald looked up at the hammer, looking so innocent as it was laying on the ground.
"What's happening?" Donald asked hopelessly.
The hammer seemed to sing. "You already know."
Donald swallowed. "My name is Doctor Donald Blake!" he informed sternly. "What-ever is happening has nothing to do with me! Leave me alone!"
"If that is what you wish master. Just remember if you need me, I am always by your side."
The hammer somehow seemed to reply though clearly it didn't use any words, then the hammer gloved and it morphed, changed shape until it was a cane. Identical in looks to the cane looking right next to it.
Wide-eyed Donald looked at the two canes, looking the exact same.
Slowly Donald crawled towards the items then finally, gently picked both of them up. One felt warmer more comforting… The hammer.
"He who is worthy….:"
"I don't understand." Donald whispered.
And that name, seemed to be whispered by the winds themselves. "Thor…."