A/N: Okay here's the next chapter.

Not sure if anyone is even reading this at this point, but I'm considering taking this story down and cutting it into smaller pieces.

Note: This is the last of orgianl chapters before I re-cut the first, after this, if you've been reading, it will be new content.

Tell me what you think in the reviews of that idea. Should I keep going along this path or make smaller chapters?

Chapter 3

Jaune didn't know what had hit him. After the food fight had concluded, he heard someone new shout "Food fight!", And that was the last thing he remembered before waking up on the floor.

The scene would have been utterly hilarious if one of her friends hadn't just been thrown across the cafeteria like a rocket. Concerned for Jaune, Ruby ran up to him to make sure he was still breathing.

And he seemed to be unharmed for the most part but covered entirely in the pulverized melon. The one that had hit him like a cannonball.

"Thor!" Weiss shouted from somewhere behind her "The food fight it over! You missed it!"

"Ahh, I always miss the fun stuff," Thor muttered as he walked over to the stunned Jaune and pulled him to his feet. He'd heard the commotion from the other students, and gathered what was happening while he ran to the cafeteria. He's arrived in such a mood to fight, he launched a watermelon at the first target he saw, which happened to be Jaune, who was just now regaining his breath. "Sorry about that." He added.

Despite the description of the student, and from what he could hear while he approached, the area seemed remarkably in tact. "The work of Goodwitch no doubt." He thought to himself as he looked around. And speaking of the devil.

"Mr. Odinson, good, I was going to be looking for you, but you've saved me the trouble."

He groaned at that, he hated the "teacher talks" as he and a few other frequent attendants to the officer called them from time to time. There were other names as well, but not ones he'd used in polite company.

Ruby called to him as he followed Goodwitch "Thor come find us when you're done, we have plans for today, and I want you there!"

Thor waved a hand over his shoulder, showing he had heard her.

Thor hated sitting in an office waiting for a teacher. It always made him feel like he'd done something wrong, even if he hadn't. Although, he had to remind himself that by the school's rules, he usually had. But the semester hadn't even started officially yet.

Thor was broken from his thoughts as Ozpin entered the room and sat behind his desk.

"Good afternoon Mr. Odinson, how are you doing today?" he asked in a tone that reminded him of an office receptionist.

"I am fine, but I would like to know why I am here," Thor responded, hoping to cut through the official formalities.

Ozpin sighed at this "Very well, Mr. Odinson I'll get right to the chase." He took a sip of his coffee as he spoke. "You know of the tournament we will be hosting this year?"

"Of course, I've been looking forward to it since the start of the school year."

"Well." Ozpin seemed to hesitate at this moment "I'm afraid you won't be allowed to participate." He sipped his coffee as to put emphasis on the point.

Neither spoke for what seemed like hours to Thor, but couldn't have been more than a minute or two.

"Why?" was all he could say in response. He had been working on controlling his temper, but this was pushing it. Why wouldn't he be allowed to fight? This was his best chance to get some real competition.

Ozpin sipped his Coffee again before he responded. Thor was starting to find the sipping noise annoying in fact. It was like he did it every time he didn't want to talk.

"You don't have a team or even a partner. The first two stages of the tournament require both."

"What are you talking about?" Thor said, trying to restrain his tone.

Ozpin raised an eyebrow at this question "Have you not read up on the the tournament?"

"Why would I? I know what a tournament is!" his tone getting louder and angrier.

"The Vytal tournament isn't a standard tournament." Ozpin began " The first round is a team battle, four on four." He said before taking another sip of his coffee, causing Thor's irritation level to rise. "After that is the double round, where the winning teams from the previous round pick two to represent them in the next match, it is only after this that a one on one match would occur."

"But…couldn't I just compete in the final matches?"

"And get a two round bye? I can't do that, the perceived favoritism that would be too damaging, what's more, it isn't fair to let you just compete in the final round of competition."

Thor was seething in his chair. How could this be allowed? He was a student, he deserved the right to fight.

Ozpin had expected the boy to be upset, but there was no helping it. He had no team or partner, he couldn't compete. But more importantly, at least to Ozpin, it wouldn't be fair. Thor was so far ahead of his peers in combat that he doubted any student competing would have a chance.

He couldn't afford the scrutiny such a loop sided contest would draw. People would be curious as to how the boy could do such things, and why his skill set was so far beyond his peers. Frankly, Ozpin himself pondered these questions regularly, and he thought answers lay at the crater where the boy was first located.

Sadly, the crater was lost for now. The Grimm, which had vacated the area had since returned much stronger than before. It wasn't that he couldn't handle the Grimm, it was that new ones regularly entered the area, meaning any sort of study would be near impossible.

If he brought a team of hunters to clear and hold the area, he might have been able to do it. But the secrecy wouldn't hold up. Any Hunters he set to the task would sooner or later start to ask questions.

Then there was the fact he had reason to believe that his presence at the site might or caused Her to send them back.

But that was a line of thought for later, right now he had a furious and very powerful young man sitting in front of him. He'd have to appease him in some way, give him some sort of alternative. "Mr. Odinson, you and I both know that you are far ahead of your peers. I'd dare say your current skill set in beyond most fourth year students. The Tournament would most likely not offer you any real challenge." He sipped his coffee again, this time noticing as he did Thor's jaw clenched. "I've got something else in mind for you."

That seemed to at least distract him, if not out right calm him down.

"Is that so?" Thor responded in a measured tone, or at least an attempt at one.

Ozpin pin nodded and raised his cup to take another sip, but after looking Thor in the eye, he put it down instead. "There is a task that I need to be done during the Tournament, one that promises to be more challenging than the competition."

Thor didn't know whether to believe him or not. He may just be trying to pacify him, but he'd see where this line of conversation went. "Really? What?"

"I can't tell you at the moment, secrecy requires you not know until the date draws near."

Rather than calm him down, this response only made him more suspicious that this was just a ruse to keep him quiet. "How do I know you're not lying?"

"You don't," Ozpin said candidly. "But you frankly don't have any other recourse, you will not be allowed to enter the tournament, and if you cause trouble over the issue, you'll be expelled as I have warned you before."

That, as much as he hated to admit it was true. He couldn't beat this problem into the ground like he wanted to. He'd just have to trust Ozpin. His issue with this was he didn't think the man was altogether trustworthy. He felt was was a benevolent man, but not entirely honest.

But, what choice did he have? "Very well, if that is all, may I go now?"

"Yes, you may go, enjoy the rest of your last day off." He said as Thor made his way to the door, waving him off.

After he left, Ozpin picked up his coffee and took another sip.

Thor's mood was soured over this news, and he didn't feel like going to find team RWBY like he'd promised he would. He didn't want his mood to ruin their last day of break, and he felt like wasn't going to shake this dour mood anytime soon.

He didn't have a plan for what to do now, he supposed he could work on his gear, he'd been neglecting to make any of the modification his teachers had been telling him to for too long.

While they were all impressed with his hammer, vest, and belt, they all had the same concerns. They all worried it was too dangerous for him to use safely. They kept citing concerns of the power stabilizers in the vest and the primary source of energy being located in the hammer head, which was thrown and used as a melee weapon.

The dust in the vest and belt was also something they were concerned with, all the different types weren't as safely isolated as they should have been, at least in their opinion. They told him if they were damaged he ran the risk of unintentional dust mixing or detonation.

He wasn't worried about that, not really. But it was something he could do to burn up some time.

Deciding to tweak his gear a bit, he started to head to his locker but was met with an unexpected face.

"Oh, hey Thor! How've you been." Velvet asked.

"I've been fine, how have you been?"

She smiled shyly, "Alright, the bullying has stopped, thanks to you."

"Ah, well you are welcome." He said forcing a smile.

"I was wondering, well…" she began before trailing off.

"Yes?"

"It's just, you remember the deal you made with me?"

It took Thor a few seconds to remember their date, and he felt like an ass for letting it slip his mind. "Of course I remember, and I'll be sure to find you a date for the dance, you have my word."

She smiled at this. "But if you don't, you promised…."

"Yes I did, and I will if it comes to that, but I assure you it won't." he smiled at her. "But at the moment, I'm busy and can't chat. We'll talk later, alright?"

She wasn't too thrilled, he could tell by the look on her face, but he could tell she also understood. "Sure thing, see you later." And with that, she continued on her way.

Thoughts of his gear forgotten, he needed to keep his promise to Velvet. He couldn't believe he'd forgotten it. Well, no, he could believe it is given how the latter part of the last semester had gone, but he still didn't like it.

He was sure finding someone to go with Velvet wouldn't be hard, she was beautiful and one of the most genuinely nice students in the school. It was odd that she was one of the shyest students in the school was also one of the most sought after, but her good looks made her, oddly enough, intimidating to most boys who were attracted to her. The fact she had a very protective team, and they were one of the best teams in the school, didn't help. They often intimidated potential suitors, whether it was on purpose or not, he had no way of knowing.

He needed to find her a date. It wasn't as if he would hate going with her, but he'd already told her they wouldn't have worked out, and he didn't want to lead her on or give her false hope.

"Okay, I think it's safe to say Thor isn't going to show up Weiss, what did you want to talk about?" Yang said as they sat in their room after Thor was more than an hour past the point he should of meet with them. Weiss mentioned wanting to discuss something but had been adamant that Thor was not present, which only made Yang suspect it was about him.

"Alright fine, it's about Thor." She began.

'Yup' was all Yang thought.

"I've been trying to find out more about him and his past. I've been using my contacts, my sister's and even my fathers, and none of them can prove his existence before two years ago."

"Hold up, you've been digging into his past?" Yang said in a somewhat irritated tone "don't you consider that a bit of a breach of privacy."

Weiss waved her hand dismissively "I have a right to know if the man who is sleeping in my room is potentially dangerous." She went wide eyed after she said this, and looked at Yang, who faces was covered in a huge grin, just waiting to take what she said out of context. "Not a word!"

Before Yang could say anything, Blake spoke up. "I've also been looking into his past, and Weiss is right, he just seemed to appear two years ago."

"Blake you too?!" Ruby whined, "I thought you of all people would respect the need for privacy and the need to keep secrets."

That comment did make Blake feel slightly ashamed, but she was just so damn curious about him she couldn't help herself.

"I didn't find anything on him Ruby, but." She said, reaching into her bag and pulling a book out "I did find this."

They all looked, it was an old book an ancient book really. They could even smell how old it was.

"What's that?" Ruby asked, apparently wanting to touch it, but not daring to out of fear of damaging it.

"I found it at the Vale library, it was in their vaults, gathering dust."

"You didn't…steal it did you?" Ruby asked hesitantly.

"Of course not! I checked it out!" Blake said defensively, forgetting to tell them that she hadn't told anyone she was checking it out and had done so in the middle of the night when the library was closed. "I was asking people I knew about Thor and everything thing he'd told us, and no one had ever heard of him. But a bookstore owner I know mentioned he thought he might have read something that sounded like that in an old book, this book." She gestured to it again.

"But Thor is our age, why would a book that is older than the city have anything on him." Yang said looking at the book puzzled.

"Probably about his homeland, naming convention as the like and I right?" Weiss butted in.

Blake shrugged "Sort of, here's what I found." She opened the book to a page somewhere near the beginning and laid it down.

In front of them was a picture an ancient piece of art work of a tall blonde man, holding a mallet over his head, with lightning radiating from it. While it didn't look photorealistic, it was hard to ignore the comparisons.

"Is that….Thor?" Ruby asked hesitantly, apparently afraid of sounding like an idiot.

"You dolt, how could it be Thor?" Weiss cut in.

"Well, she's right in a way, look at the captions.

The other three members read the caption "Thor: The God of Thunder calling the storms with his magic hammer Mjolnir."

"God of thunder?" Yang asked befuddled.

"Yes, I've read this book thoroughly, and it's about a group of people called the Vikings, and Thor was one of their gods. He was the god of thunder and lightning, storm, fertility, war, marriage and …. Oak trees." She said in a tone that clearly voiced her confusion at the last one. "He was the son of Odin, king of the gods, and he was supposedly all-knowing and could see into the future."

All four sat quietly for a long while. Each thinking their own thoughts.

Ruby wondered if maybe, just maybe, Thor was the real deal god of thunder reborn in human form.

Weiss thought that he had taken on this name and persona to hide something, but now she was certain he was descended from these Vikings.

Blake, having already read this information, was wondering what her friends were thinking.

Yang was concerned that Thor may be unhinged, taking on the name of a god. She also wondered what his real name was now because it wasn't likely he was given that name at birth.

"Soooo….he's not crazy….is he?" Yang started.

"I doubt it." Weiss answered, "He's not claiming to be a god or anything like that." She paused "Although the way he acts you could believe he thought he was one. No, I'm betting he's descended from the group of people who this book is about, and when he was found, he built this story around it to hide who he is."

"But why?"Ruby interjected.

"Well, his semblance fits with this gods attributes, and his father, if we believe him, had aspects of the Odin. So he just drew inspiration from that. We didn't find any of this out until we came across this old book, he probably thought no one would get wise to his façade. He even based his equipment off this story."

That made the most sense, but what did he have to hide? And would they confront him with this?

Jaune hadn't been expecting Thor to find him and pluck him out his room, especially after the watermelon incident, and when it did happen, he practically shrieked like a little girl.

"Mr. Arc, I wish a word word with you." He said as he carried him like a sack of potatoes into the hall. "Do you have a date for the dance?" he asked briskly.

Jaune went wide eyed at this "Thor, I'm flattered but…" he was silenced by a quick smack to the shoulder. Granted it only looked like a tap, but it still hurt like someone had hauled off and punched him.

"Not for me you fool."

"Oh, well no, Weiss still won't go with me." He said in a somber tone.

"Well, maybe it's time you should stop for the time being."

"But…"

"I'm not saying you should give up completely, but she isn't into you right now." He said in a soft tone.

"But I…."

Thor didn't want to do this, not really. But Jaune wasn't going making any head way with Weiss, despite his word with her, she was kind of hard headed, and wasn't yet willing to see this boy for who he was. She was still clouded in her old life to actually start seeing others for who they were. Well not withstanding those she spent significant amounts of time with, and even then she took a long time to let her guard down.

He didn't think Velvet and Jaune would hit it off and marry each other or anything like that. But it would be good for both of them to see other people, get out of their shells, and see that other's would be willing to spend time with them.

"I know a girl, who will go to the dance with you." He said, bluntly, but quietly so as not to draw attention to them.

"Really!? Who?" he sounded almost excited.

"I'll have her meet you in front of the main entrance tonight at eight, how that sound?"

"What? Can't you just tell me?" His voice almost whined.

Thor didn't respond, he just smiled and left Jaune alone in the hall.

That Night

Thor watched Jaune from the roof of the school as the boy paced in front of the main school entrance. Velvet would be along shortly, and then he'd have this issue dealt with. Both needed to be more confident, and this may help them a bit in that. Jaune needed to see beyond his tunnel visions for Weiss, which while he felt for the boy, was making him oblivious to other's, his partners being chief. Velvet needed to know that she was perfectly fine the way she was, she just needed confidence in herself.

Pyrrha, she needed a kick in the pants too. She was pinning for Jaune but refused to tell him. Whether or not he liked her that way, it should come out, and see Jaune get a date might just light a fire under her.

He sincerely doubted this date would result in anything other than a nice night for both, but he needed to get this out of the way. He's totally forgotten his promise to Velvet, and now he was scrambling to make it right. He could have just blown her off, but that wasn't in his nature. But he wanted this business behind him, he wasn't a matchmaker, and now found himself irritated with the fact he walked himself into this situation.

Velvet approached Jaune and while he couldn't hear them, the body language and facial expressions seemed to be all good signs. They even laughed, they spoke for a few minutes before they went their separate ways.

Now, it was time to see if his little plan had worked.

Jaune nearly jumped out of his skin when someone from behind him asked him "How'd it go?"

Turning he saw Thor standing behind him. How was it a guy that size could move so quietly? Granted he'd been lost in his own thoughts, but still, the guy was bigger than Cardin but moved like Blake or Ren.

"Well?" Thor said making a gesture with his hand as if telling Jaune to get on with it.

"She said she'd go with me, can you believe it?!" his tone was excited but confused. "Why though? She's a second year and one of the best-looking girls in the school, why would she go with me?"

Thor clapped Jaune on the shoulder "You not as pathetic as you think you are, you have good things about you as well, that a perceptive girl will see, and I suspect Velvet see's some of them."

"Thor, man, I don't know how you did it, but thanks!" He said as he grabbed and shook his hand. "I can't tell you how good it feels for someone other than my team wanting to even associate with."

That made Thor's mood sour. Was this boy really so isolated from the rest of the school? Or did he just feel like the rest of the school didn't want anything to do with him?

"Well, I got to get to bed, school starts again tomorrow!" Jaune said as he walked back to his dorm.

Thor stood there for a moment, feeling oddly melancholy.

After a few minutes, he decided he better head off to bed as well, he wanted to start the next semester well, given what a boondoggle the last one had been for him academically.

As he entered the room, he shared with Team RWBY, the atmosphere felt oddly thick. Looking around the room to each of the girls, he noticed them all trying act normal, but that was it, they were making a noticeable effort.

Blake was "reading" a book, but he eyes weren't moving. Ruby was working on Crescent Rose but trying to loosen a screw by tightening it. Weiss had a pen out over a piece of paper but wasn't writing anything. Yang in her bed, like Blake pretending to read, but her Magazine was upside down.

Thor felt like he'd just walked into a room where they had been talking about him just moments before. But he was mentally wiped and decided to leave the issue to some other time.

Changing and climbing into his cot, he only lay there for a few minutes before nodding off.

Ruby watched Thor as he climbed into his bed and fell asleep. They had been talking about what they had found in the book a few minutes before he arrived. If it hadn't been for Jaune's loud and apparently joyous return to his own room, Blake might not have looked out to investigate and hear Thor coming.

Ruby had wanted to ask him where he was, why he'd never bothered to meet up with them like he said he would. But that book still haunted her mind. There were too many similarities between the Viking God and her friend for it to be coincident. That left either he had adopted the persona to hide, he actually thought that was who he was.

Ruby hated both those, either he was crazy or a liar. The thing was he didn't seem like either to her, did that mean she just couldn't tell?

Or maybe she was over thinking this. It could be he had to change his name to hide from someone, start a new identity. That made sense, especially with his lack of history before two years ago.

As she climbed into bed, she continued to think about Thor, and who he really was.

Weiss lay in her bed, thinking of how she'd been deceived by the man sleeping a few feet away from her. He was now, very clearly, hiding some sort of sorted past. Why else would he take up the name of life aspects of some ancient god? Granted, one that he probably thought no one outside of his culture would be aware of, but still.

You didn't change your name and life because you just felt like it. Something happened to make him do, she was sure.

But, perhaps she was too harsh. "As Usual," she thought to herself in an internal tone that was very critical. Something had to happen to make him do it, and it was far from likely to be good.

She'd pry into this, and somehow, unlock his secrets.

Blake only found her curiosity about this man growing. The more she found out, even if that was in truth very little, the more questiones she had.

Like this Thor of legends, it was true the Thor she knew had a weather control semblance, but the legend seemed so in line with the man she now knew. Not just appearance and power, but the tales of him told of a personality remarkable similar to the Thor she knew.

Was that act, a coincidence….more? She had no clue, but now she had a bit of lead. If he was part of the Viking group of people, she could direct her information search to area's where they may still have descendants. Granted it was likely outside of the Kingdoms, but it was at least something to go on.

Yang hated this development about Thor. She had kind of thought they were getting to know the guy, but this just made them all realize that they didn't know him at all. She knew every one of her teammate's stories, even Blakes, who was easily the most guarded of them all.

But Thor was a mystery beyond what few pieces of information they could get out of him. Even the story about his father may not even be real, not completely anyway.

What was irritating her the most was she wanted to trust him. He had a charisma about him that just made him likable, and you wanted to believe him.

Huffing to herself, she pulled the covers over herself and decided to go to sleep and think about this more in the morning.

That night, again, the visions came.

Ruby dreamed of the Serpent again, only now it had grown wings and crushed a giant castle under it weights, and turned the surrounding land into a wasteland of ash. She couldn't breathe the air, it was too full of smoke and ash, and she crumpled to the ground.

Weiss dreamed again of the Garden, only now it was a frozen waste, nothing moving or growing. The cold felt like knives on her skin, and she was certain she'd soon succumb to the cold.

Blake, this time dreamed of an ocean, and she was being carried by the wind over the sea. Looking down, she saw creatures of the sea swimming just below the surface as if waiting for her to lose the wind that carried her over them to fail and let her drop.

Yang dreamt of the fire giant again, only now she was on the ground before it, unable to move. A feeble wind tried to douse the giant's fire, but it only irritated the beast. She watched helplessly, broken on the ground as it advanced on her.

Thor felt the same sensations of pain as the last time, only now he could only see the sky as he fell to the earth. Until him hit the earth, and woke up in his cot.

All five woke up at the same time. Ruby fell out of her bed, gasping for air, Weiss remained still in her bed, wrapping her blankets tight around herself. Blake lept out of bed, as if afraid of falling into some unknown danger. Yang woke up gripping her arm but retaining control of herself this time.

Thor was the only one who didn't react visibly. He instead went to Ruby and picked her up and told her to breathe." Just breathe, it's all gone, just breathe."

The younger girl started to calm down, and breathe more evenly.

"Thor!" Weiss near shouted, "What is happening to us?!" She clearly meant for it to come off a strong and accusing, but it didn't. It was far too scared to do so. "This was worse than last time, It felt so much more…more…" she said at a loss for words.

"Real." Thor finished for her "That means that if the dreams were similar to your last… That what they foretold is closer than before."

"Thor…," Ruby said in a meek voice. "I'm scared…."

Thor looked into her silver eye's, and as much as he wanted to put on the bravado he did last time to comfort her, he couldn't. He was too severely shaken himself.

"I know, little sister, but I'm here to protect you." He said hugging her to his chest "As long I'm here, I won't let anything hurt any of you."

Yang couldn't help but be touched by Thor's words and jealous at the same time. She was Ruby's big Sister, she should have been the one to comfort her, reassure her. Granted it was just a fact of the opportunity given Thor was the one she was talking to, but it was still enough to cause her discomfort.

Especially when Ruby hugged Thor back after his statement. But it touched her nor the less, seeing a bit into the soft spot Thor had that not many people saw.

"What is going on!" Yang hissed, trying to keep her voice low as possible.

Thor was still holding Ruby close, looked to her, and for the first time since she had known him, he looked scared.

"I don't know, something bad is coming, but I can't tell you what." She said quietly as he slowing rocked in place with Ruby, trying to soothe the shaking girl.

That unnerved Yang more than anything, Thor has always seemed unshakable, but the look of fear in his eyes had sold her on the need for preparation.

"Thor, you need to start training us again, we need to get ready for what ever the hell is coming."

The next day of classes was hardly what would be considered taxing, the teachers all took it easy on the students, relatively, to not overwhelm them after a break period.

But Team RWBY was unusually somber. Most of the other students would later remark that they seemed as if someone had died. But no one inquired to the mood at the time, even the members of team JNPR. The general consensus among the other students was it was some internal fight, and that it was best left alone.

Little did they know what was actually causing the problem.

"NO!" Thor yelled at her. "You must seize the initiative as soon as it presents itself, letting your opponent a single moment to regain themselves can be a fatal mistake."

Blake was feeling worn down, after a full day of classes than Thor's training, she felt depleted. Her biggest issue was what he wanted to teach her was so counter to her own fighting style that of all her team she was having the most trouble.

She wasn't sure that this was going to work for her. Yang, Ruby, and Weiss could adapt to this type of training easier than her, but she had spent her whole life developing a fighting style based around evasion and deception. Thor was all about pressuring an opponent and seizing openings. Blake would use such opportunities to escape to live to fight another day.

He wanted her to capitalize on opportunities to finish her opponents, and that was just not how she fought. But at the same time, she could see his point. End a threat before it could grow or come back to hurt them later.

She hated it.

But she knew he had a point, at least as far as giving her more options in fights. She wouldn't always be able to escape from her enemy, and she should learn to win a direct fight.

Yang wanted more from Thor. She didn't know what, but she felt he had more to offer her….and her team. He was hyper critical of their weaknesses and gave many helpful tips on how to improve on their weaknesses.

Even since last semester, Weiss's stamina had improved dramatically, and Ruby could now handle herself without a weapon.

But she and Blake were having issues' adapting to his training. Blake was not as direct a fighter as what Thor wanted, and Yang knew she had her own short comings. For starters, she knew she was still susceptible to her temper in a fight. Another thing she knew Thor pointed out to her was she was weak to opponents who either kicked or used a weapon with some reach.

Blake still using evasion as a primary tactic, which Thor didn't mind, but he was still critical of her ability to do significant harm to a larger stronger opponent, even with her weapon upgrades, she still favored much lighter gear.

"Why is it such a big deal!" Blake finally called out in frustration as Thor once again rejected her weapon improvements. This time, her ribbon had been modified to transmit dust, allowing her to entangle her targets, then hit them with dust.

Yang Thought that was pretty good, she'd shown her on a test dummy with lightning dust, and she fried it.

But Thor still wasn't impressed. "You keep trying to improve the weapon you have." He said in a much sterner tone than what she expected from him. "Why not instead make something else."

"I've used Gambol Shroud for years, I'm not giving it up!"

"I didn't say that." He stated in a calmer tone. "But you could build something to supplement your gear, like this." He pounded his vest in emphasis.

Blakes face softened, and Yang could see the hears working on her head, as the new notion swirled around in her head.

Yang looked from Thor to Blake, and she couldn't help but think of the tone shift between Thor and the rest of team RWBY. He was far more severe than he was before the second dream, he fun loving attitude was kept up in front of others, but in these training sessions, he was dead serious.

And she didn't like it. Either this was his true self, and he'd been lying to them, or he really was spooked by the dreams. Neither was good on her mind, and if she was frank, she missed his old way of carrying himself.

But, he was making them stronger, and visions aside, this would carry them far in the tournament, and in life. So even if she didn't like it, at least some good would come of it.

Thor watched them pride, as critical as he was of them, they were improving by leaps and bounds. Ruby especially had a raw talent not seen in the other three, but given her early placement, he supposed that was to be expected.

Blake was indeed making some inventive modification to her gear, but he wanted her to push it as far as she could.

But the one lagging behind was oddly the best fighter in the group at this point. Yang was making the slowest progress of the four. Her natural hot temper and hard headed nature made it more difficult for her to adapt. She was getting better but compared to the other's she was, at least to him, noticeably the slowest learner in this field.

"Okay, that's enough for today!" he called out to Weiss and Ruby who were sparring at this time. Ruby had been forbidden to use her weapon, just her semblance and hands, and feet. Weiss was weight a weighted vest, boots and arms bands and make all her movements cost more energy.

"Oh thank God," Weiss muttered as she started to strip the training gear off. Ruby's evasive actions have forced her to move more than she wanted to in the weighted clothing, and she felt the burn.

Thor ate alone in the cafeteria, his usual appetite was gone. He hadn't had it for some time after the second vision. What ever it was, it was much closer now.

He couldn't help but think of Ragnarok. The end that hung over his people. This shouldn't be like that all, but the sense of impending doom hanging over his head was not a feeling he wanted to entertain.

While other students went about their lives, getting ready for the dance in a few weeks, doing homework and training for the tournament, he found himself brooding. The fact was he was enjoying being a teenager again, a respite from the warrior's life, which he did enjoy, but when the biggest worry you had was passing a test or getting a date, that was a refreshing change.

But that was gone, something big was coming, and he was pathetically weak. Taking a drink of water, he wondered what he was going to do.

"This guy is unhinged!" Weiss complained as they went into the showers. "I've had some of the best tutors in the world, and none pushed me as hard as him."

"He's just making us better Weiss, it's for the best!" Ruby defended Thor to her partner.

"You're letting your hero worship of him really soften your opinion of him, Ruby!" Weiss snapped at her as she got into her shower stall.

"I don't worship him!" Ruby defended from her stall.

"Oh please, the way you look at him, admire his gear, if I didn't know better, I'd say you thought he really was the god of thunder!"

"Alright stop it, both of you," Blake called over her shoulder to them. "We're tired and need to get something to eat and then to bed."

"That's another thing." Yang butted in "He's pushing us so hard that we don't have any time to do anything else."

"If he's right, and I think he is, we need all the improvement we can get," Ruby stated.

"I get that, but we need time to recharge, not just physically, but mentally." Yang continued "We'll burn out at this rate, and if that happens, nothing good will come of it. I'm not saying we stop, but just slow down a bit."

No one responded after this, they just thought about what Yang said.

They all knew she was right, and even Thor knew it. He'd told Ruby as much when he first started training them. Hell anyone who did any sort of physically strenuous activity knew it, you had to rest and recover.

But this drove home something they hadn't really thought of until that point. Thor was scared, and he didn't scare easily. The day of initiation he'd taken on one of the largest Grimm any of them had ever encountered, by himself, and won. What was more, he enjoyed it, like it was a game to him.

For him to of been so badly spooked, it has to be something he thought was bad.

Jaune didn't know what was bothering team RWBY or Thor, but he intended to leave in alone for a bit. He was concerned, but he didn't want to be a busybody and but into what he felt was a private issue among them.

But he couldn't help but wonder what was causing it. He'd initially inquired with Ruby as to what was bothering them, but she said it was nothing. He wanted to press the issue, but Ren and Pryyha advised against, at least for the time being.

Still, he worried about them, and Thor to he supposed. The guy helped him out in a big way with the Dance, so he felt like he owed him something, even if Thor didn't.

But the situation was, for now, not his business, and he'd leave them to it.

Thor felt a buzzing in his pocket, and it took him a moment to realize what it was. He's set his scroll to vibrate so it wouldn't disturb him in class and had forgotten to turn the volume back on.

Pulling it out, he saw a message from Ruby.

"We need to talk, meet us in the library." No further explanation was given.

The "us" must have meant the rest of Team RWBY.

Standing up, he made his way to the library, hoping that this wasn't going to be a big deal.

Thor couldn't help but be hit with Deja Vu over the first night of dreams. They all looked at him, not as seriously as they had the night of the dreams, but they still look anxious.

"Thor can you sit down please," Weiss said in a polite tone that sounded manufactured to keep her audience calm. He supposed she had a lot of experience with this.

But he complied none the less. "What did you need to talk to me about?"

The four girls exchanged glances before Ruby spoke up. "It's the training regimen you've been putting us through." She paused here, as if waiting for some sort of response when none came she continued " We appreciate the interest in helping us, but we…can't continue on like this, we're gonna burnout if we don't let up."

She examined Thor's face for any sign irritation but didn't find any. He just stared at them.

She was right, and he knew it. He'd told them the same thing when they first started, the body needed to recuperate. He'd let his fear grip him whole and take him for a ride.

He sighed and let his neck go limp while he closed his eyes. "You're right." Was all he said at first.

With his eyes closed, he didn't see the slightly confused looks of Team RWBY. They hadn't expected it to go that smoothly. They had expected some sort of argument from him or at last show some irritation. But he just rolled with the suggestion.

Before any of them could ask for more clarification, Thor spoke again "I've let my fear run me these past weeks, and I can't let it. I'm sorry for pushing you all the way I have." He stood as he spoke, looking a bit ashamed of himself."If you still want to be to train you, I will, but I won't push you like I have."

"We don't want to stop." Blake said speaking up, "We just want to slow down a bit."

Thor nodded at this, "Well talk more about a schedule later, but I, and I'm sure you as well, are tired and need to get some sleep."

They all agreed with that and headed off to their dorm room together.

The next day Thor woke with a sense of foreboding he didn't fully understand. He was up to date on his assignments and class work.

He felt like something was coming that he wasn't going to like. His first thoughts were of the dreams, but that didn't feel right in his gut.

He got ready for the day, all his roommate had already gone, which was unusual, if he wasn't the first one up, he was the second. But they were all gone. He checked the clock, and he hadn't overslept.

He walked into the hall, and it too was empty. "Something isn't right."

He continued to walk the halls, and they were completely deserted.

Thor checked the cafeteria, and it too was void of life. He went to classes rooms, training rooms, and the courtyard.

Nothing.

"HELLO!" he shouted…nothing.

It was then that it hit him that he didn't hear anything other than the wind. No birds, no hum of electronics, no buzzing from lights or the hum of motors.

"Where is everyone!" he shouted. Now on the verge of panic as he ran through the school to the locker room. Pulling out his scroll he tried to open his locker and get his equipment out. But his scroll and the lockers were all dead, nothing was reacting.

"Come on!" he shouted pounding on it to no avail, he was strong, but these were designed to securely lock weapons, and he wasn't that strong. "Shit!" he shouted throwing the locker over on its side.

Pacing back and forth he tried to get a grip on his emotions. Not a soul was to be found in the school, and everything else seemed inert.

He needed to get out of here and find someone.

Running down the halls he checked the lights and all the electronics he found along the way, and they were all dead.

As he got to the docking bay, he noticed more and more as leaves and what looked like yard debris litter the halls, like doors and windows had been left open.

Once he reached the landing pad, it was clear to him he was stuck here. All the Bullheads were gone, and the bay looked like it hadn't been in use for some time.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he needed to think clearly, not run around like a maniac.

No one was here, all the power seemed to be off, and any animals that hung around were gone. Then there was the fact the halls looked like they'd been neglected for some time, with leaves and grass blowing around them.

Again all he heard was the wind blowing, but this time he thought he heard a whisper in it.

That made him perk up and listen. Was there someone here?

"Hello?" he said, this time quieter than the shouting he'd been doing.

He heard the whisper again, and he thought it was coming from behind him.

Turning, he followed it back towards the school.

"Is anyone there?"

The wind again, but this time he thought he heard his name mixed in. Following where he thought it came from, he moved on.

He hears a whisper of his name this time, "Thor…"

It was coming from the cafeteria, which he was certain he'd already checked. Scratch that, he knew he's checked it, but he was starting to notice that it wasn't how it had been a short while ago.

It looked destroyed, which was impossible, he'd just been there, and he hadn't heard any commotion while he'd been running around. He also noticed a trail of blood on the ground.

Feeling his heart rate spike, he ran to the nearest door and pulled it open.

And woke up in his cot, covered in cold sweat.

Looking around the room, it was still dark. He got up and looked into all the beds, to make sure team RWBY was still there.

Wiping his hand over his face, he took a deep breath, calming himself down. As he did, the sun began to rise and heard the birds chirping. That calmed him down more than he ever would have thought possible. The birds were here, his friends were still here.

"It was just a dream." He said to himself. Or was it, this felt so real. Like the visions, but this one felt so real, but much more literal, after a fashion. He didn't know how to describe it, but this one didn't seem to have the metaphorical feel of the last two. It was the school, abandoned and without power.

But it might not have been a vision at all. The last two, all his bunk mates had one as well to go with his. But they were sleeping soundly.

It could be they just didn't always experience the visions when he did, but that wasn't likely, at least from what he'd seen so far. He hadn't had one until he was sleeping in the same room as them, and both times prior they had shared the experience.

He supposed they could be having them right now, they just weren't as disturbing as his.

Thinking of this, he went to look at the faces of roommates, examining them for expressions of distress or fear.

He didn't find any signs of concern. Indeed one or two looked like they were smiling.

Maybe it wasn't a vision after all. But it was vivid enough that it at least meant something, even if it wasn't prophetic, it could still be about something that was bothering him.

But what was bothering him? The impending disaster was top of his mind, but the dream didn't give off that sort of feeling. The sensation was a crushing feeling of being alone, not a soul around, except for the phantom voice.

He felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water down his back. He was alone, wasn't he? Here, in the world, as much as he looked like them, he wasn't. He had a body like their's, but his mind knew things, things that they couldn't comprehend. The Universe, the beings that inhabited it, the sheer number of years he'd truly lived, they couldn't actually understand. The things he'd seen, none of them could relate.

Add to the fact that most of his peers were teenagers, that didn't help the matter. His mood itself was more unstable than before as well, and he didn't doubt for a moment his body was affecting his mood. He was a man stuck in a teenagers body, he didn't like it the first he'd gone through this phase, and wasn't thrilled to be doing it again.

Granted, last time he'd done it, he'd run wild like a maniac, causing problems to no end. Now, his experience tempered his impulse, but it was still there.

Walking over to his bed, he looked at his roommates, and the feelings of loneliness punched him in the stomach.

The Team, as far as outsiders could see, had returned to normal, more or less. They were still training hard, but they had more or less returned to original dynamic.

But Thor's had changed, but moving from a stern and serious mindset to a melancholy and dark one. It was something the students talked about, but the fact of the matter was, Thor wasn't close enough to the rest of the student body to warrant any of them really asking him about it.

Those that had any degree of closeness with him had tried but been rebuffed. Ruby had been told, "I'm all right, just…thinking."

Jaune was given a line about "Needing space." And Velvet was told, "It's personal."

The rest of team RWBY had thought of trying to talk to him but were stopped by some sort f internal reasoning. Blake was of the opinion that if he had a private issue, he needed to work through, and didn't want to talk about it, that was his right.

Weiss's reasoning was the most coolly logical. It wasn't her business, and she'd leave it alone.

Of the two remaining members of team RWBY, Yang came to the closest to actually talking to him. She was certain he was depressed about something. She knew because she'd gone through the same phase when she was trying to track down her birth mother.

But he didn't want to discuss his family, the few times it had ever come up, he gave nothing more than a few lines of information.

She wondered about his family, especially after the book Blake found told them about…well…Not him, but what he'd based his back story on. Which made her all the more curious about his past.

But she wasn't going to pry, it would only make him more upset, or at least get him irritated at her. She didn't want him mad at her, she wasn't sure why, but it felt like how he dreaded making Ruby or her dad upset, or even Weiss and Blake.

But they all had been spending time with him, training mostly, but even in their shared room. She supposed that some level of closeness was unavoidable.

Whatever he was going through, she hoped he'd get through it all right. She'd step in if she thought he was in real danger of hurting himself, but right now, it may be best to leave him alone to work it out.

Thor didn't know what the Hel he'd done this time to be in Ozpin's office again, but he was certain it was a mistake. He'd kept his nose clean, and had been staying with his studies.

"You can relax Mr. Odinson, you aren't in trouble," Ozpin said.

Thor relaxed at this but was trying to pick something out that seemed off about the headmaster, he couldn't put his finger on it, but something wasn't right.

"As I told you in our last discussion, your skill sets in battle far exceed that of your peers here. I mentioned a task for you during the tournament."

Thor perked up at this, sitting up straighter in his chair.

"This isn't that." Ozpin watched as Thor's shoulder sagged a bit at this. "But we are going to be sending a student on missions shortly, now typically first-year students are attended by a professional Hunter or Huntress, but in your case, I believe an exception could be made. "

'Well, that was a welcome change of pace.' Thor thought to himself.

"It won't be for some time yet, but I wanted to ask if you'd be alright taking a solo mission instead of a team mission when the time comes."

"Of course, I'm ready to take any task you have!" Thor said jumping to his feet.

"Very well, I'll let you know when your mission once the time comes, until then, enjoy the dance."

Thor smiled as he left the office.

As Thor left, Ozpin pulled open his desk drawer and pulled his coffee mug out, still filled with hot coffee.

He'd suspected, and the lack of the tell reaction in this conversation, something about him sipping coffee was irritating the boy. Taking a sip, he pondered on what he'd just done.

The boy's attitude had markedly changed over the past few weeks, and he didn't know what the cause was, but he suspected and had been correct it seemed, that giving him something to look forward to would lift his spirits.

Was it possible he was simply bored? He guessed it was, his sparring matched in the class had all be so lop sided that Glynda had stopped having him sparring time. Only Miss Nikos would likely present a challenge, but the two were both very competitive, and very skilled, the chances of control being lost were too high for his liking. What was more, they both were too valuable to risk injury in a class room sparring match.

But Thor mood was of concern as well. In a few weeks, he'd gone from extremely extroverted and carefree, to serious and workhorse, to melancholic and somber. He feared the boy may not be entirely emotionally stable, he'd seen that he also had a temper on him.

It wasn't that he thought he'd hurt another student intentionally, but something or several something was bothering him to the point he had mood swings that were quite dramatic. In a high-stress situation, who knew what could happen, another reason he is given a solo mission.

He worried about him and worried about him.

Sipping his coffee again, he leaned back into his chair, to think.

Thor had felt his mood pick up at the idea of getting a solo mission. Some real action and he could cut loose without worrying about hurting his team.

He wondered what it would be, probably a Grimm extermination mission most likely, but he hoped for some stronger Grimm than what was typically encountered with the school.

Ozpin had told him to enjoy the dance though, and he realized he had no clue when it actually was. After he got Velvet a date with Jaune, it had slipped out of his mind. He hadn't really cared to go, but maybe he would now.

The Dance

Well, this was turning out about as well as expected. It was a relatively subdued affair, which he supposed wasn't without its charm, but it wasn't what he considered a good time.

He noticed a few of his classmates, Blake had a dance with Yang, then spent time with Sun. Jaune looked ecstatic at the fact he had a date, and while it may not have been the girl he was really after, both seemed to be enjoying themselves.

He had come alone. He'd had more than a few girls ask him, but he'd turned them down as nicely as he could. He wasn't about to get drawn into the teenage dating drama himself if he could avoid it. He may go out with a girl once and while, but as far as regularly dating one of them, he was planning on avoiding that.

He thought he might call it a night, head back to his dorm to get some sleep.

That was when he noticed Ruby standing by herself off to the side of the activity.

Walking over to her as she sipped her punch. "Enjoying the dance?" he asked knowing the answer.

"I'm not…really into this type of thing." She replied meekly.

"I see." He said smiling.

Ruby laughed at this response. His mood had improved over the past few days, she didn't know why, but she was more like his old self. Not just like it, or even really close. But he was smiling again, talking to people. His loud, boisterous behavior had fallen to the way side, but she was glad his mood had broken.

"You don't like dance?" he asked her.

"Ummm… I don't know, I guess not, but I never tried it."

With out saying a word took the drink out of her hand and set it on the punch table. Then he took her hand.

"Well, if you don't know, dance with me." His smile radiating down on her.

"Thor, come on I…wait!" she cried as Thor pulled her onto the dance floor.

The song was a slow dance, and Thor pulled her along with his steps.

Ruby was red in the face, completely embarrassed by this sudden action "Thor, please stop!" she whispered to him as he leads her quickly through the steps he was performing.

"Why?" He smirked at her "You're actually pretty good from someone who has never danced before."

"People are staring at us!" she hissed at him, unsure if she'd survive this embarrassment.

"They just wish they could move like this," Thor said as he made a more advanced move with his feet the Ruby did her best to follow.

"You're doing beautifully little sister." He whispered to her so no one near could hear.

Ruby knew she'd never been able to break free, he was too strong. She'd just have to ride it out and escape as soon as she could.

When the song ended, Ruby made to bolt, ready to hide in her room. Yang was wrong coming here was a terrible idea.

But Thor was laughing, and still hadn't let go of her hand.

"Please let me go." She felt like she was near tears, not only was she thoroughly embarrassed, but she felt betrayed by someone she thought of like an older brother. How could he do this to her?

But he smiled down at her "You dance beautifully for someone hates it. Although, some say that dancing and battle go hand in hand."

"Thor…" she whimpered.

"Ruby." He started his voice softer than before. "look," he said as he gestured to the crowd around them.

Some people looked mildly interested in the dancing duo, but the interest had dissipated, and they were back to their own business. Other's hadn't given them a second glance.

"No one thinks's any less of you for that little dance."

She looked around, and no one was laughing or pointing at her. They were going on about their night.

"Ruby, you'll find that in situations like this, social situations, so as long as don't you make a spectacle of yourself, people aren't going to judge you."

She didn't know why, but she felt much better over the whole ordeal. Maybe it was that she survived a dance and wasn't hurt. Or maybe it was Thor's words, but he was right, there wasn't any reason to be scared of these sorts of things.

That didn't mean she liked them one bit, but she was feeling that if she had to, she could do something like this again, like fighting the tournament in front of a huge audience.

That had been troubling her all semester, but that was her element, and Thor was right if she just didn't try to actively make a fool of herself, she'd be okay.

The Mission

This was about what he expected for a mission. Grimm extermination, but at least he was being deployed far beyond the city, past Mountain Glen by a significant distance. And he was by himself, he wouldn't have to share the Grimm.

As he soared through the air, being pulled by his hammer, he couldn't help but note that this was not a very controlled form of flight. It was only marginally better than riding a cannonball, granted he could control direction, but it was far from fine control. He could get in a general area, but if he were asked to land on say a landing pad, well, he'd have maybe a One in Ten chance of doing it successfully.

The same mechanism that kept other's from picking it up without his belt was the same one that allowed him to throw it and call it back, as well as left it to pull him along. It used gravity dust, along with several other mechanisms to achieve this effect, and while it worked, it was far from pinpoint control.

He landed on the ground, more roughly than he had intended, he hadn't ever tried to fly this far with the hammer before, and he felt that it was starting to push the limits of its capabilities. He felt the disks on his vest and belt, and they were hot to the touch. He'd have to let them cool off before he used it too extensively again. He didn't know what would happen if he pushed it past the breaking strain. It may just burn out the equipment, or, he supposed it was possible that it would be a catastrophic failure.

But he wasn't concerned with it at the moment, he was at his designated site, and he'd complete his mission in a day or two, then head back to Beacon.

The Last Beowulf's head rolled away, and its body began to turn to vapor. Thor flipped the ax head of his hammer over, smiling at the remains of the pack. These Beowulfs were much tougher than the ones found near the school and provided him with some decent entertainment.

He pulled out his scroll and ticked off the number he had killed. He'd been given a number of Grimm to kill, as well as a rough makeup of the type. This should be the last of Beowulf in the area, although he knew these were not likely entirely accurate numbers, not only because the scouting was hard, but these were not in real-time either. More could have wandered in or out of the area in the time between when the data was gathered and when he arrived.

But the larger Grimm, the ones he really wanted to face, was nowhere to be found. That was odd, Grimm didn't hang around too long in one area without reason, but that every single one of the bigger ones were gone.

That was curious to him unless something had drawn them away or forced them out, he should at least be seeing signs of them.

As he walked through the wilderness, he looked for any evidence of the larger Grimm, Ursa, Nevermore, Death Stalker or a King Taijitu, all had been reported in the area, even sightings of a Beringel. But he hadn't seen any recent signs of them.

He continued to search for marks or tracks until he found a long drag path. Bending down to one knee, he ran his hand over it, it was relatively recent, no more than a day old. If he had to guess, it was a King Taijitu.

Looking down the path it had made, he guessed it was larger than average, but not anything he couldn't handle.

But what was confusing to him, was it hadn't come to investigate his fight with the Beowulfs or when he arrived.

He followed the path it had made, hoping to finally have some big game.

Night had fallen, and the trail still continued, and if he was to guess, the thing was heading towards Vale. Granted, he was still far enough away that may just be moving in a random direction.

But it was too dark to continue now anyway, and he found a rock outcropping that offers decent shelter and decided to hunker down for the night.

Starting a camp fire and pulling a can of pork and beans out of his pack, he opened the can and put it in the fire to warm it up.

It only took a few minutes to get them warm before he pulled it out and began to eat.

Not great, but it would be okay for a day or two. While he ate, he wondered about the surprising lack of Grimm in the area. The mission statement had made it sound like they were infesting the area, but he'd only encountered the Beowulfs, and even those could be new to the area.

Had they been driven out? Not likely, but it was not beyond the possibility they were being drawn to something else. Negative emotion attracted Grimm, were they following a trail of negativity to the city?

That didn't seem right to him, given the distance this area was from the city, Mountain Glen may have made sense, but that was long abandoned.

He just couldn't figure it out with the information he had.

He'd sleep on it, follow the trail in the morning and figure this out.

The Dream came again that night. The School was empty, looking even abandoned. And the voice returned, and Thor followed it again to the Cafeteria. But this time he woke up before he even reached the door.

At first, he didn't know what had woken him, at first all he felt was pressure on his left ankle.

But then he saw it, a huge Ursa was pulled on his leg, jaws around his ankle.

As he sat up, the giant beast whipped it was head to the side and threw him near fifty feet. He'd of gone further if he hadn't hit a large Oak tree, splintering it.

Rolling to his knees, he tried to stand but shouted in pain as he looked at his left ankle. It was a bloody mangled mess.

Looking up he saw the beast charging him. Bracing his right foot against the tree, he pushed off with all his strength and swung a haymaker at the Ursa as the distance closed.

His first landed with a loud "CRACK!", and the beast went rolling.

He'd hurt it, but it was far from done, but he'd given himself an opening. Calling his hammer to his hand, he channeled a bolt of lightning into the head, and as the Ursa charged him again, he slipped it around and brought the axe blade down into its armored skull. The blade bite in deep, and the lighting enhanced the blow, and the creatures head exploded in a magnificent display of light and blood.

At that moment, he'd forgotten about his ankle and put weight on it, only for it to give out and collapse under him and he had to put his hammer on the ground to brace himself.

Hissing in pain, he sat on the ground and pulled his pant leg up to see the damage. It was bad, the lacerations from the things teeth had been bad, but the thing had broken something in his ankle. It wasn't bleeding anymore, thanks to his Aura, but the injury wasn't healing, he needed to patch it up to so his Aura could stop focusing on the keeping his blood in him and start mending the flesh and bone.

Pulling out his first aid kit, he did a quick field dress and pulled his pant leg back down.

He tried to stand, but he needed his hammer to act as a cane. This was bad, he was alone, and no one was coming to get him. He'd have to abandon the mission to get proper care for his leg. He could make the flight back, he was closer to the school now than he'd been on his first day out here. He'd be able to make the flight, but he wasn't looking forward to the landing, that was going to hurt, but his wounded pride was going to linger longer than the injury. He'd been given a solo mission and had only managed to kill a pack of Beowulfs and an Ursa.

That damn dream had attracted it to him in his sleep when his defense was down. Something as stupid as a bad dream had destroyed his mission.

Grinding his teeth, Thor began to spin his hammer up and then took off into the air, back to the school, to meet the failure.

What he saw as he passed over the city, he started to have an idea where all the Grimm he was supposed to be hunting had gone. The City was being swarmed with Grimm, and he saw team's RWBY and JNPR fighting them.

He may be able to redeem himself a bit here.

Diving towards the battle, he started to charge the air with an electrical field.

Ruby was feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sheer number of Grimm. Even with JNPR, there were more Grimm than they could comfortably handle.

But a loud thunder crack and a flash of light made her heart jump with joy. Turning to see the last of the electrical energy discharge from the air as several Beowulfs and smaller Uras keeled over dead.

She remembers the day of initiation, and looked to the sky, and saw what she had known she'd see.

"Thor!" she cried, with joy and relief. The Cavalry was here.

Yang turned with the rest of her team to look at the commotion, and they didn't need Ruby to shout Thor's name to know who had come. She had thought he was on a solo mission, but then again, of course, he'd finished it.

She smiled as he came in for a landing.

But as he did it was evident something was wrong. He didn't land with any semblance of grace, not like the other times she'd seen him do it. He landed and hit the ground hard, but not like a controlled landing, but more like a crash.

He crumpled to the ground and went rolling and flipping along the ground until he crashed into a mailbox crushing it. His hammer went flying out of his hand and into a nearby store window, shattering it into a million pieces.

"Thor?" she spoke out loud without even realizing it.

Thor hissed in pain as he braced himself on the mailbox to pull himself up, putting all his weight on his right leg. He's screwed up his landing and in an attempt to brace himself without thinking, threw his left leg out to keep himself up, but all that didn't cause the broken bones to grind together.

The resulting inability to slow himself down had caused him to so rolling along the ground and he lost his hammer.

Putting his hand out, he called it back to him. Catching it in his right hand, he looked at his surroundings.

Several Grimm were moving in on him. This time, he called the wind, but mixed it with the fire dust in his vest, and created a spiral of fire the incinerated them.

Catching his breath, he suddenly felt a tremendous force hit him in the center of his lower back. The strength of the impact sent him rolling ten feet before he managed to stop himself.

A giant Ape Grimm was barely towards him, and now he was certain this is where his target's had gone.

The creature was fast, too fast for him while he was injured. Instead, he blocked its swing with his hammer.

It was like getting hit by a train, but he stayed up and swung back.

His strike landed home, and hurt the beast, but it grabbed his hammer, and he found himself being pushed back, and with only one good leg, he dropped to his left knee to stop it. But it's brute strength was forcing him back along the ground.

Charging the atmosphere again, he channeled the lighting through his hammer and into the Grimm.

It howled in pain, but instead of dying, it pulled on the hammer while Thor still gripped it tightly and threw him.

Without thinking, he dropped the hammer as he flew away and crashed through a shop window. Sailing through it and into the back wall, he crumpled to the ground.

Looking out the shattered window, he saw the Grimm pulling on the hammer, to an avail. And while it struggled to lift it, Thor saw a red blur speed past it from behind, severing its head clean off its shoulders.

Looking at his ankle, he saw he was bleeding again, either the landing or the brief fight had re-opened the injury, and it hurt worse than ever now.

But he wouldn't let something like that slow him down. Getting up, he called his hammer back to his hand but stopped when he heard the ringing of gunfire.

As he limped out of the wrecked shop, he saw more students and a large military force destroying the Grimm. Even the teachers had arrived to help.

But instead of relief, he felt utter shame. He's failed in his own mission, which was bad. But this was a reminder of how far he'd fallen. His actual power would have turned all these Grimm to ash in an instant, and here was hobbled by a lucky bite from an above average Grimm.

He limped out into the dying chaos, the Grimm was more or less destroyed, and they didn't seem to be coming in anymore.

"Thor!" Someone came running up behind, him and he turned just in time to catch Ruby as she tackled him, and unlike any other time she'd done this, he fell.

Ruby was immediately apologizing, but the rest of her team came up behind her.

"What the hell happened to your leg!" He heard Yang shout.

Why he'd crashed landed was clear now, his left leg was mangled, or at least the ankle was.

"Nothing, just from my mission." He said as he stood up, but it was clear that he couldn't put any weight on that leg.

"You need to see a Doctor." She said, "Come on, we'll get you on a Bullhead and back to the school."

Thor looked like he was on the verge of resisting the idea, but he didn't offer any vocal resistance but didn't look too happy at the notion.

He probably wanted to fly back on his own, but she was betting the memory of the rough landing he'd just experienced was still too fresh in his mind to ignore.

He tried to limp off on his own, but Yang got under his arm to help him along. He didn't resist her, but he didn't thank her either, he just accepted it and moved toward the nearest Bullhead.

Thor sat in the infirmary, ankle properly dressed and on the mend. The Doctor told him he'd be good a new in three weeks, but to take it easy on the leg until them.

He was getting ready to leave when he got some visitors.

Team RWBY came in, Ruby and Yang leading the pack, Weiss, and Blake bringing up the rear.

"How's the patient?" Yang asked in a joking tone.

"I'm fine, thank you very much, I'll be good as new in three weeks." He responded in an even tone. Before they could say anything else, he spoke again. "Thank you, for the help, I wasn't grateful at the time, but I am now."

Yang waved him off as if to say 'No big deal.' "What we want to know is how you hurt yourself in the first place. I mean, you're not exactly a push over. What could hurt you that badly?"

Thor ran his tongue over his teeth with his lips tightly shut while he thought. He eventually decided on the truth "I was attacked while I was asleep, a large Ursa got my leg, that's all."

"Really? It wasn't some, super rare Grimm or an assassin?" Ruby asked meekly.

"No, just a larger than average Ursa, so let that be a lesson to all of you for letting your guard down." He responded.

"Goes to show you the advantage of having a team huh?" Yang said with a smirk.

Thor just rolled his eyes and got out of the bed. "Perhaps you're right, but at any rate, I'm ready to leave." He picked up the cane the doctor had given him and started to make his way to the door.

Cinder wasn't thrilled with how the plan had turned out. She'd lost an ally and major dust supplier. But it still wasn't a total loss. The fear of the incident had set in motion other events they needed for their plan to work, and primed the populace with an underlying fear.

But there had also been a bonus. Thor Odinson had been hurt, not mortally or even long term. But he had bled, and been hobbled. He wasn't indestrutable, like Mercury and Emerald had begun to fear. He was still just a man after all.

A/N: Okay, there you have it. That's the end of the Volume 2 material, and once I get past Volume 3 the material is going to be become more originals.

As always Reviews are appreciated.