Hi, its been like three weeks since I last posted (About that, id even know, to lazy to look. Feels like three weeks probably not though) And I left you at such a cliffhanger, I just need to say im sorry. In advance, for recent things I may have written that may have upset you.

Anyway! Well this is a big turning point in the story, where Asgard's Avengers truly begins and sails. Its so much more than you may think and the name fits it well.

Again sorry about this chapter.

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The whole chapters theme song is Cold as Stone by Lady Antebellum

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Except the plot...

Chapter 7

Running, running as fast as he could; he had to get to his father before they did. Or else the king would be killed. Huginn, the white raven with blue eyes, was hopefully watching over Odin, or trying to somehow fend off the frost giants if they had managed to make their way to his chamber. But would a bird really stand a chance against a frost giant? Probably not.

Thor was desperate, hoping his father was untouched. Hope was all that remained now; he hoped his father was alive, he hoped Asgard wasn't completely taken, he hoped his friends weren't getting killed, and he hoped that he and his friends could run the Frost Giants out of Asgard. But deep down, he knew it was too late for that. He knew they didn't stand a chance against the massive Frost Giant army.

(Song Suggestion: Thistle and Weeds – Mumford and Sons)

He burst through the doors of his father's chamber and saw it…

Blood – not Frost Giant blood – Asgardian blood. Odin was laying in his bed, looking peaceful, exactly as he had been, looking peaceful like he was still in Odin's sleep. But there was blood on his chest. A stab wound to the heart; his eye patch was missing, most likely taken as a prize. Blood stained Odin's beautiful silken white and gold sleeping robes, his flesh now lifeless, and blood no longer pumping through his body. Huginn was perched on the head of the bed looking down – he had failed.

"No, no, NOOOO!" Thor let out a choked sob and ran to his father's bedside, falling to his knees, grabbing his father's cold, lifeless hand and holding it against his cheek, "Father, no…," He whimpered out, as tears streaked down his dirt covered face, creating clean lines down his cheeks. "Father, please!" He called out with a shuddering voice, as if calling for his father would bring him back.

It was over; this is what the Frost Giants wanted. Total victory, death, and chaos. It was over; Asgard was in shambles, covered in ice. Its citizens were slaughtered, leaving few alive and those who did survive were hiding amongst the piles of dead bodies, hoping the Frost Giants would think they, too, were dead. The citizens who were known to have survived were mainly captured. They were being held as new citizens under the rule of Laufey and Thanos. The survivors, however, didn't yet know that Thanos would be ruling. The beautiful Asgardian lake was frozen. Thor was devastated. The Avengers were losing; Lady Sif and the warriors three were scattered, the Asgardian soldiers were dead, along with Odin.

Thor let out a pitiful sob. The man who raised him, the man he called father, was assassinated in cold blood.

It was all over. The hopes and dreams of the first king of Asgard just went down in an icy defeat, under Thor's rule. Asgard has fallen; Odin has fallen; and Thor … well he might as well have fallen too.

Thor put his head on his father's side and sobbed. For a moment, he forgot that his friends were fighting in the palace. A tear landed onto his father's sleeping robes. Slowly, as his sobbing subsided, it was replaced with angry, sorrowful, uneven breathes. This wasn't about avenging Asgard anymore; this was about avenging his father and all the soldiers that gave their lives for Asgard, as well as all the innocent citizens who had perished in this evil battle. It was about avenging all of them … and Asgard!

Slowly, Odin's bedroom door opened and Muninn flew in with Steve following close behind. Steve stopped in his tracks when he saw Thor kneeling at Odin's side. How could everything have escalated so quickly? Steve was speechless, his blue eyes full of sorrow and sadness for his friend.

Steve slowly walked forward as Muninn landed next to Huginn and looked down at the body of their master. Steve stopped and knelt down next to Thor. The Avengers were overwhelmed and they were forced to retreat. Steve had come to get Thor and Odin so they could flee to another realm or dimension. Steve didn't know where they would be going yet, but he knew that they needed Thor's help to get off Asgard.

"Thor … I'm sorry, but we have to go ... now," Steve said softly and put his hand on Thor's shoulder. Then to convince Thor, Steve updated him on the current status of the situation. "The Hulk is injured, Tony can barely move without getting frozen, Clint got pushed off his platform and can barely move now, Natasha's struggling to help Clint and fight off the giants, and Sif can't hold the giants back much longer…

"No! Not without my father," Thor said, his voice cracking with grief, his glassy eyes looking directly towards Steve.

Steve responded, "Huginn, Muninn, find the rest of the Avengers, Lady Sif and the Warriors three, Hati, Skoll, Pepper, Jane, and Darcy, and tell them to get to the Bifrost and meet with Heimdal, if he's still alive. No matter what, get to the Bifrost! Muninn, go ahead of Huginn and the others and find a safe path to lead them through with as little resistance as possible. We'll meet you at the Bifrost," Steve spoke with his most commanding voice. The two Ravens immediately flew off to do as they were bid.

"Thor... we need to go. We can't win this," Steve announced as he glanced at the pale dead body that was once a king.

"I will not leave my father," Thor responded angrily.

"Fine. He's coming with us then," Steve looked around and saw the backboard the healers used to carry Odin to his room.

With only about 12 percent of a plan I his head, Steve ran over and grabbed the backboard and carried it back to Odin's bedside. "Help me put him on the backboard," Steve ordered. Steve really wished he had a few minutes to formulate a complete escape plan, but there was no time. They had to move – now!

Asgardians didn't call it a backboard, but Thor wasn't about to question. He stood and grabbed his father's arms while Steve took Odin's legs. They lifted in unison and laid the body on the backboard. Thor, ever traditional, sentimental and thoughtful, ripped the sheet off Odin's bed and covered the body.

"Alright Thor, listen to me. I know this whole situation is horrible, but we have to get out of Asgard or we will die," Steve said with complete certainty. "Okay, we are gonna pick up this backboard, and we are going to get to the bifrost and get out of Asgard. There's probably going to be fighting on the way and we may have to abandon Odin, okay? I'm sorry, but he's already dead, we're still alive." Steve said, sounding more afraid than his usual self-assured, "And I'd like to keep it that way." This was the most frightening situation he had encountered in his life. Looking back on everything, this was worse than crashing the plane.

"We will not leave the king of Asgard. He will receive a proper ceremony!" Thor stubbornly said.

"Fine, I don't even care anymore." Steve muttered, too tired to argue. He was tired and frustrated; his tone of voice and choice of words made that obvious. "Pick up your side and let's go!" He ordered, picking up his side of the backboard in unison with Thor and they ran out of the room, heading towards the closest palace exit.

"Alright Thor, before we run into something, lets go over the fight plan. If and when we run into something, we need to lay Odin down wherever we can, against a wall, if possible. Then we can fight and hopefully pick him up when we're finished and keep going. You know this city better than I do, so you have to call directions," Steve stated his battle plan, which he was not at all satisfied with.

….

(Song suggestion: Little Monster – Royal Blood)

They killed him, the plan was running perfectly. She had given him a dose sending him into Odin's sleep and while distracted with the mortals, it gave Thanos and Laufey an opening. And they took it…

Odin was dead.

Many citizens were dead.

Soldiers were dead.

The best warriors were in shambles.

And the Avengers scattered.

It was perfect. And soon she would have what she so desperately wanted – Power! All her life, she'd been a servant. She was born into a poor family, her father a lowly blacksmith and mother a handmaiden. Her sisters were servants for Sif's family, and she became the personal servant for the royals.

She saw firsthand what real power was, and from 10 years of age, she craved it. So much so, that when Loki was imprisoned and she was forced to clean his room out, she stole his books. The precious books that he was glued to for half of his life. She now understood why. She had found out things most Asgardians would never even think of. She found the portal. She contacted Laufey and Thanos. She created the plan…

They promised her the one thing she craved above all else, power. No longer did it matter who perished and who got hurt. Soon, she would get the power she craved. It was exhilarating. No more washing clothes, drawing baths, helping them put on their armor. Not anymore! The remaining Asgardians would do that for her! By the sides of the two most powerful in all the realms, she would help rule. Finally!

Odin was dead. His filthy idiocy would no longer ruin people's lives. She laughed giddily just thinking about it. No more pig headed, loud, and obnoxious Thor. No more loud Avengers, and no more warriors three, and best off all … no more rude, cocky, nasty, and cruel Sif. Oh how happy Brenna was!

This was the end of being bullied and pushed around! No more would that suffice! She would be the bully now! She would push! She would order! Brenna grinned evilly; she could barely wait … The Frost Giants should be coming soon to take her to the palace where she would rule.

And rule she would … All Asgardians would be helpless under her hand!

Oh how she hoped Odin's dead body would still be in the palace. Knowing Thor, he probably took Odin's body. But she hoped so much to be able to see the dead body, lying lifeless in his bed, on the sheets she was forced to wash, in the sleeping clothes she was forced to wash, the ones she was made to put on his sleeping body. He disgusted her; the old man was useless awake.

But who she hated the most was Thor. It was always, "Brenna do this, Brenna do that, Brenna get me this, Brenna you did this wrong, Brenna hurry…," Never did Thor say, "Please, thank you, can you, will you?" No courtesy, none of that. Oh how she wanted to strangle him at times.

Her door busted open, pulling her from her thoughts. Two massive frost giants stood at her door. "Lady Brenna, it's time to go," The biggest one spoke slowly, his voice so deep it was hard to understand.

Brenna nodded elegantly and stood from her seat and walked over silently looking at them both. "We are taking you to the palace. Master Laufey and King Thanos eagerly await your arrival," he continued and they began to walk towards the palace. The trio walked past frozen bodies, frozen homes, and the frozen lake like it was completely normal. She felt like a princess, having an escort slowly taking her to her palace…

She looked over and saw it. The colorful blonde, Thor with Odin's dead body. She went wide eyed, hoping they wouldn't notice…

….

Thor and Steve had exited the palace and made it a few houses down the passageway without a confrontation, which was a very good sign. Any more fighting would only make the situation that much worse.

Naturally, Thor spotted the two frost giants walking in the opposite direction with a small figure walking between them. It was Brenna! Thor had to help her! "Brother, we must put Father down. The Frost Giants have Brenna!" Thor yelled. He and Steve immediately placed Odin's body gently on the ground. When Steve looked back up, he saw it too! Brenna was a friend and they had to help her.

Brenna knew they saw her; she heard Thor's booming voice. She whispered something to the Frost Giants and they grabbed her violently (who knew that Frost Giants could act). "Unhand her!" Thor yelled as he swung his hammer towards the smallest one. The smaller of the two Giants fell, but soon started to rise back up. The largest of the two grinned and clenched his fist. Ice began to creep up Steve's body while the smaller Frost Giant clenched its fist to begin to encase Thor's hammer in ice, as well as Thor's feet.

The Giants grabbed Brenna and ran towards the palace. Just then, Steve's breathing got heavier and he went into a panic attack, his PTSD was catching up with him. The crash, the ice … the scene kept running over and over again through his mind…

(Flashback)

"There's not gonna be a safe landing, but I can try to force it down," Steve said, pulling out his pocket watch opening it up and placing it on the dashboard in front of him. He looked at the picture of Peggy in his pocket watch ... It was all gonna be over soon.

"I'll-I'll get Howard on the line. He'll know what to do," Peggy said desperately.

"There's not enough time. This thing's movin' too fast and it's headed for New York. I gotta put her in the water," Steve said. His heart was breaking as he was trying to fly the plane. He didn't want to die … But if he didn't, millions would.

"Please don't do this. W-we have time. We can work it out," Peggy said. Her heart was also breaking. She knew Steve was gonna die, deep down she knew it. But she couldn't admit it to herself.

"Right now I'm in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer, a lot of people are gonna die. Peggy, this is my choice," he said. It killed him to know that he would probably never see her again.

He slowly turned the plane towards the ocean, "Peggy…"

"I'm here," Peggy replied, desperately wanting more time with him; time to hold him close to her, to feel his soft lips, to say how she felt.

"I'm gonna need a rain check on that dance," Steve said, trying to brighten their last moments together.

"All right. A week next Saturday at The Stork Club," She responded, hoping this might actually happen, but again deep down inside she knew it wouldn't.

"You've got it," Steve managed a slight smile through his sad face and the tears he wanted to shed.

"Eight o'clock on the dot. Don't you dare be late! Understood?" She said, hardening her voice to stress its importance.

"You know, I still don't know how to dance," Steve said looking at the picture of her in his pocket watch.

"I'll show you how. Just be there," she said longing for this to be a simple a bad dream.

"We'll have the band play something slow," Steve said, seeing that he's about to hit the ice. He continued, "I'd hate to step on your…" then he hit the ice. The radio went silent for a moment, brief static, then silence again … permanent silence. His metabolism kept him alive for a few minutes in the freezing temperatures, temperatures that would have killed the average human almost instantly.

As the water rose he reached out grabbing the compass as tears streamed down his face and began to freeze.

I was agonizing … The worst pain he had ever felt. His skin freezing up as the ice water rose, taking his body inch by inch, his skin turning blue and black and freezing solid. His brain cold barely function but the agonizing pain of severe frost bite and a broken heart made him crave death. Then his blood, began to freeze. Icy chips, each cell freezing up and clotting until it had all frozen, then his heart, then the rest of his organs … Everything finally went black, with Steve's hand still gripping his compass…

(Flashback Ending)

(Song suggestion: To Your Health – Keaton Henson)

Thor began to reach out, his hammer shifting and shaking in its case of ice … Steve was frozen from his neck down and having a panic attack. "Brother!" Thor screamed, "Brother!" When he heard no response, he screamed "Steven!" He yelled with all his might and the hammer broke from its icy cave and flew to his hand. He broke the ice off his feet and ran to Steve, slamming his hammer against the ice that encased his best friend's body. Ice chips flew into the air, hitting and cutting into Thor's face. When enough ice had broken, Steve fell out of his icy cage, his chest heaving, gasping for air. His normally vibrant blue eyes were pale blue, wide, and dilated.

Thor quickly knelt down at Steve's side and grabbed his shoulders and began shaking him, "Steven, brother, you must awaken! It is only a dream!" Thor continued to yell, "Please my brother!" Thor shook him harder.

Steve's breathing slowed and his pupils began to focus on Thor, the color to his face was returning to normal, and once more, his eyes became vibrant blue. Then came the tears. Steve broke into a sob of horror and sorrow. Tears trickled down his dirty face, creating clean, vertical lines. "Oh dear Brother … The things that must have harmed you …" Thor said, with tears welling in his eyes. He pulled Steve up to a sitting position and hugged him. "I am truly sorry ... for no man such as yourself deserves to feel so much pain …" Thor said and slowly. Steve wrapped his arms around Thor and they just hugged one another, both crying in pain – physical as well as emotional pain.

The two Avengers sat there, sobbing. Steve, who for a second time, felt that agonizing icy pain and Thor, who had just lost his father and his kingdom. For now, the only people either one of them had was each other. At one time in his life, Steve would have said 'brothers until the end'. However, at this point, to mention the end meant Steve would have to admit that one of them would leave the other, whether through death, or other ways …

No, Steve had lost too many people to mention that. He and Thor were alike in this way. Each would out live all their friends. Tony or Bruce would probably be the first to go, then Clint, then Natasha. And Steve and Thor would be left with only one another.

People always assumed a prolonged life was a blessing, something that kept your heart beating longer; it would keep you from the unknowns of the possible afterlife. However, it was no blessing; it was a curse. And Steve would forever hate it more than anything he's ever hated in his life. He should have been long-dead by now. He wanted to be dead; he was old, too old. The world lost its flare and fun. All he had left was his friends, his few friends … and Natasha… and he didn't know what she was to him anymore.

He was tired and old, with memories, good and bad alike, flooding his head every day, making his current life a million times harder. The only reason he fought anymore was because his friends needed him.

Thor leaned back and put his hands on Steve's shoulder, "Brother we must go…"

Steve closed his eyes tight, letting one last tear slip down his cheek. When he opened his eyes, he stood and walked to where they had placed Odin's body on the ground. Together, they lifted the backboard in unison and once more, began their hopefully quick journey to the Bifrost.

….

Thankfully, the remaining walk to the Bifrost's bridge was uneventful. However, at the far end of the Bifrost, the two could see that their friends and fellow Avengers were doing battle with a group of Frost Giants. In unison, Thor and Steve laid Odin's body down when they finally reached the bridge. Thor and Steve knew that had to join the fray if they wanted to protect the Bifrost.

Thor was the first to notice that there were five horses with dead Asgardian soldiers on their backs. He pulled three of the dead soldiers off their horses. "We will ride these and hit as many Frost Giants as we can on the way."

"Shields don't really work like that on horseback," Steve commented as they pulled Odin's body off the backboard and laid him across the horse. Thor grabbed the rope that was tied to the saddle and tied Odin's body to the horse so he wouldn't fall off while the horse ran.

Thor nodded in agreement, "But swords do," he stated simply and went to one of the guards bodies and grabbed a sword, tossing it to Steve, who caught it by the hilt.

"Like a sick game of baseball…," Steve muttered.

"I do not know what that is."

"Just forget it, let's go," Steve said, mounting the grey horse while Thor mounted a white horse.

"I crush heads, and you chop. We have to make sure they do not get to Father's horse," Thor directed.

"Great…"

"Father once told me this was a tool for building and for destruction. Shall we test that theory?" Thor questioned as he looked at Mjolnir.

"Well, what else would we do with a large hammer?" Steve answered sarcastically. With a devilish glint in his eyes, Thor smirked at Steve. He is obviously excited to kill Frost Giants, Steve thought to himself.

As they rode forward, the loud clop of horse's hooves against the bridge attracted attention from the closest Frost Giants, who roared and ran towards the three horses at incredible speeds. Thor, in retaliation, roared back and slammed his hammer against the first Giant's face, making the beast fall so far backwards, it then slipped off the bridge.

The recent events of the day had given Steve renewed fury and anger, so when he swung his sword at the second Giant, it hit the base of the throat, slicing all the way through. Blood splattered the horse as well as Steve's face. Seeing no near end to this angry violent outburst, Steve took out the next three Giants, by decapitating the first, cutting off the top of the head of the second, and finally slicing the throat of the third. Now covered in blood, Steve loosened his grip on the sword and awaited the next group to attack. The second grouping of Frost Giants was farther down the bridge, so there was a little time to rest and wait.

….

Elegantly, Brenna ascended the stairs leading to the palace's main doors. Soon, she would have the power she had craved for so long. It was beyond exciting.

What a day it had been. Brenna had spent her morning feeding a spoiled prince and king, then dressing the friends of said prince. But now, she was the one on top, in the palace, with a royal escort. Oh how exciting it will be to rule at the sides of the all mighty Thanos and the deadly Laufey. King Thanos, Master Laufey, and Princess Brenna. What a beautiful and powerful team they would make.

She smiled as they walked to the royal room, past Frost Giants picking up dead bodies and carrying them to a ship that would be taken to the home of the dark elves, to be dumped.

Other Frost Giant soldiers were carrying the lowly citizens to the dungeons to be held as slaves, while still others were wrangling the Asgardian citizens to the main part of the city, so they could be counted and inspected.

The remaining Frost Giants cleaning up the palace for Thanos and Laufey, breaking up the ice that had taken over the palace, and carrying it to the Asgardian Lake.

Soon, the trio reached the royal chamber, where the massive throne sat on the dais. The throne that had only this morning belonged to Odin was now Thanos' and next to it sat a throne made of ice. Thanos sat in the big golden throne while Laufey was sitting on his icy throne.

Brenna smiled faintly and walked up the long hall, eventually stopping at the base of the stairs leading up to the dais. She knelt and bowed her head, "My lords…," she muttered.

"Stand…," Laufey said with a smile.

Thanos was grinning, "It is time for victory; we have won. We have taken Asgard, and their fool of a king has been condemned to Hel. Now is a time for celebration," he stood and Laufey followed, both flashing wide smiles.

Thanos turned to Laufey with a warm grin that turned evil far too quickly, "I have something for you come," Laufey stepped closer and Thanos opened his palm, revealing Odin's golden eyepatch. Laufey grinned in awe. Suddenly, Thanos reached for Laufey and stabbed him in the heart. Instantly, Laufey dropped and Brenna went wide eyed.

The two Frost Giants standing on either side of her were unfazed. This was planned? Brenna looked up at Thanos, "What?" He asked her with a smirk, "You thought that fool could possibly rule in a productive manner?"

Quickly, Brenna shook her head, not eager to disagree with Thanos. He smiled at her with an evil glint in his eye. "You will rule in his place," with a wave, two Frost Giants approached the throne. "Clean this up," Thanos ordered as he looked down at the eye patch and wiped the splattered blood from it. "They are already making a throne for you Lady Brenna," he lied, "Now go, find your new room," he smiled congenially.

Brenna nodded and walked away to find her new, more fitting room, oblivious to the fact that Thanos had similar plans for her.

….

Finally, Thor and Steve reached the Bifrost, where Heimdal, Lady Sif and the warriors three, a single Asgardian guard, Hati, Skoll (both now in their normal form, guarding the five), and the remaining Avengers, and Sam, were fighting to guarding Clint, Bruce, Pepper, Jane, and Darcy. The group of fighters was doing its best to keep the Frost Giants away from the five and out of the Bifrost.

Thor and Steve quickly rode into the dome, with the horse carrying Odin's body, close behind. Everyone glanced quickly at the horse, astonished. However, they had to keep fighting. "Is that Odin!?" Natasha asked as she shoved a spear into a Frost Giant's gut.

"What has happened!?" Sif asked with a yell.

Steve and Thor dismounted their horses, "They killed Odin," Steve said bitterly.

"No offense guys, but where are we going to go? Oh, and please help us fight!" As soon as Tony yelled, Steve began fighting, throwing his shield and using his now second favorite weapon, the sword.

"Heimdal where is the safest place we may go!?" Thor yelled as he swung his hammer across the face of an oncoming Frost Giant.

"Heimdal looked around and ran to the core, putting Odin's staff in the core and turning it. "Someone must stay behind…," he yelled grimly.

"I will!" the lone Asgardian soldier yelled, "It would be my honor to save the princes. For Asgard, now GO!" He yelled.

They could barely protest. Tony picked up Clint, who could barely move after his fall, and Thor picked up the bleeding Bruce, who had suffered a wound during his skirmish Frost Beasts, "We must go now or the Bifrost will begin to destroy itself!" Heimdal yelled.

So, the small group of resistance fighters jumped into the portal, with Odin's body still on the horse. The Avengers, Lady Sif and the warriors three, Hati, Skoll, and Heimdal all traveling to safety. The group landed in a quiet grassy area, with little huts around them. It was Vanaheim, Hogan's home realm. "Get the healers!" Hogan yelled, hoping the citizens of Vanaheim would still recognize his voice. People came running and put Clint and Bruce on backboards and ran off towards the healer's huts. Some tried to put Odin on a backboard, but Thor stopped them.

Thor looked at the body, his eyes welling with tears, "I will destroy every last Frost Giant!" he said with clenched teeth. Little did he know, the Frost Giants were simply Thanos' puppets.

Did I just kill of the Asgardian King!? Yes I did!

Did I make the most forgettable character a freaking hateful traitor!? Yes I did!

Did I make Steve and Thor cry!? Yep!

Oops, this is what happens when you cut me loose with ideas after reading Wikipedia about Ragnarok. An event in Norse mythology which is basically 'the death of the gods' Thor dies in it, Odin dies in it, lot of gods die. Btw the next Thor movie is called Thor Ragnarok. So just saying you may need to look out for feels in the next Thor movie.

Alright, hope you enjoyed!