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Chapter 2

Awakening in Asgard

"Where am I?"

Was his first thought when opening his eyes and met by a pounding headache and blinding light, forcing him to shut them to adjust to the light. When all he saw was blurriness he blinked a couple of times before his vision fully cleared.

The first thing he noticed was he no longer was outside, he was looking up at a golden ceiling with pillars connecting to it. The second was that he wasn't lying on the hard dirt, instead a bed so comfy he could lay in it forever. Thirdly he wasn't feeling pain and… he wasn't wearing his clothes from before.

He slowly pulled himself up into a sitting position to see exactly where he was and what he was wearing. Looking himself over, he discovered his old clothes were gone and replaced by a violet long-sleeved tunic save for the collar which had a flare of gold and baggy tan pants. He then looked around to find himself in a large room lined with pristine beds large enough to fit two people. The pillars connected to the ceiling were also gold and on them were strange symbols tying together like roots colored white. The walls glistened from light seeping in through the windows.

What a beautiful place, but where was this and how did he get here?

His eyes widened upon realizing how he got here. The people he saw before he blacked out! They had rescued him but why and who were they? Between the four he saw one had black wings but couldn't quite see what kind they were.

That meant it had to have been one of the winged species of the supernatural world. It couldn't have been dragons so that left him three other choices.

Devils?

Angels?

Fallen Angels?

"Oh, you're awake."

Said a voice to him. A female voice.

He turned to the speaker and felt his breath hitch. Approaching his bedside was a girl the same age as him with aqua-colored eyes and long silver hair that had pink ribbons in them. Her figure was very curvy and toned by what he could see from the tight-fitting suit she wore.

"That suit sure does bring out her eyes…" He thought as he looked her over quickly before setting sights on her face. She was blushing. She must have seen him eyeing her. How could he not? She was very pretty.

"S-Sorry about that." He said forcing himself to make eye contact with her, "It's just...I wasn't expecting to wake up to such a pretty lady."

"P-p-p-pretty lady!?" The silver-haired girl squeaked, her face going even redder.

"S-sorry!" He yelped quickly looking away, "W-who are you and what-agh!"

His hands flew to his stomach. From the corner of his eye he saw the blushing girl do a 360 in attitude. She had been acting shy before becoming concerned.

"Lay down. You're still recovering." The girl ordered in a soft tone, "You took quite a thrashing. We were lucky to get you to the healing chamber. A minute longer and you'd be dead."

A chill ran down the red-heads spine. She said he wouldn't have lasted a minute longer. He...he had been that close to death? That prompted him to ask once again, "Where am I?"

The aqua colored eyed girl smiled, "I believe that is a question for my king. I'll bring him to speak with you."

He watched the girl until she left the room, leaving him alone to his thoughts.

She had just said her king. So he was in some sort of palace but who's exactly? He didn't recognize that girl nor her clothing. She didn't seem affiliated with any of the Biblical Factions, which he was thankful for. He didn't want anything to do with those three, particularly with…them!

He heard the great doors opened and see the girl had returned and she wasn't alone. Three men followed beside her. First, he noticed seemed to be the youngest of them. Looking to be around in his twenties with an average build. He had violet-colored eyes that held a curious yet lazy look in them. His hair was black and so was his beard. His bangs, however, were gold. Was that natural or did he dye them? His attire seemed like something out of an action movie; he wore a V-neck maroon long-coat with a wide, open high-collar that opened up at the hem. The long-coat also featured two black belts around the waist and four black bands on each arm, two of the bands at the wrist and the other two near the elbow. He wore gray slacks and brown shoes.

Next was a tall man, a very tall man. The tallest of the group in fact. He was middle-aged, gruff-looking and muscular. Like the golden banged man, he too had black hair, and matching beard, but much wilder. His eyes looked to be shut tight but as he drew closer a tint of violet was seen within them. His skin-tight suit and ragged cloak only added to the war veteran vibes Sigurd was getting from him.

Lastly was the oldest of the group. Like the silver-haired girl, he wore robes, white robes with matching shoes. The upper half of the robe was short and blue with gold lining on the collar, sleeves, and front going all the way down to the bottom. Atop his head was a decorated golden and black hat. His right eye was the same blue as his while gold and white monocle without the chain covered his left.

That last man with the missing eye seemed vaguely familiar but...who was he? Who were all these people?

"Good to see you're awake. You have questions and so do I. Questions that will be answered. Let's start this with names." The one-eyed man drew himself to his full height as an aura rolled off him. It was strong, wise, and almost fatherly. "I am Odin! King of Asgard!"

The boy named Thor felt as if he had just been paralyzed. Now he knew why this man was so familiar! He had seen his pictures in books related to the other Mythologies he had to study in the Institution. The chief-god of Europe. The leader of the Aesir. One-Eyed Odin. The Alfather!

"Alfather Odin...ruler of the Aesir." He couldn't help saying. "If you're the Kind of the Norse Gods...then that means I'm in…"

"That's right, my boy! You're in Asgard!"

Thor fell back onto his pillow, his heart racing a thousand miles an hour. He was in Asgard, home of the Norse Gods!

"Now don't go back to sleep you still have more people to meet." Odin chuckled while stepping aside to introduce the Fallen Angels. "These two young lads are-"

"I've got this ya old geezer." The golden banged man replied casually while stepping forward with an outstretched hand for Thor to shake. "Hiya kid. I'm Azazel, Governor-General of Grigori and this tough-looking guy is Baraqiel, one of my generals and a good friend."

While shaking hands with the Governor-General and Baraqiel, the latter having a firm grip, he couldn't help feeling a little suspicious and annoyed. Here he thought he could be free of the Biblical Faction but unfortunately two Fallen Angel leaders were in Asgard with an unknown purpose. Perhaps it was to gain an ally to bolster then manpower to attack the Devil's and Heaven.

"And this fine woman is my Valkyrie bodyguard, Rossweisse." Odin added, gesturing to the silver-haired girl."

No wonder she was so beautiful, she is a Valkyrie!

"Thank you for saving me." The boy said, gaining a smile from the Allfather, "I truly thought I was a goner."

"No worries, kid. Now let's know your name. Do not be afraid for you are with those who wish you no harm."

"Thor." He said without a second thought or hesitation. He may have imagined it but he could have sworn he saw the Allfather's eye widened for a brief second.

"Well, Thor, can you explain what exactly happened back on Midgard? We found you buried in the ruins of a building in the middle of a thunderstorm."

Thor's brow furrowed in thought as he tried to remember what he was told. However, with each attempt, he would remember nothing. It was as if his memories were non-existence or suppressed. If it was the latter, then why would he block his own memories? What was he hiding from himself?

"I'm sorry. I don't remember." He said at last with a shake of the head before a shadow passed over his face, "But… I am glad to no longer be in that hellhole. Those people… the Exorcist-"

"Exorcist?" Interrupted Azazel while glancing at Odin's bodyguard, "So that's what you meant before. This boy was affiliated with the Church."

"I was not affiliated with them!" Snapped Thor, eyes filled with fury, "I was their test subject. Said that I had great power within me that will help them defeat evil."

"I guess the Church doesn't learn from their mistakes." The Governor-General whispered to Baraqiel who nodded in agreement.

Thor scowled at Odin, "If you brought me here to be used as a weapon for you then-"

"I will not use you as a weapon." Said Odin firmly, interrupting the boy before his expression softened, "That is not why I saved you."

"If not for that then what?" Thor asked, not convinced by the king's words.

"It is because you have my son's name but more importantly, his powers. Which should be impossible since he is dead."

Thor froze at the words. Unable to comprehend what he heard. Thor - a God - Son of Odin, Prince of Asgard, dead? This should have been a great surprise and yet... he had a feeling as if he already knew this subconsciously. That he had somehow always known. If so then why be surprised by such news? The shock had to be from the fact that Thor, who was said to be the strongest Aesir, died.

Odin nodded when seeing the boy's shocked expression, "Yes. Thor, the God of Thunder, is dead. Died saving Asgard from Surtr. Now centuries later you show up with his name and powers. How very curious."

"Allfather, this can't be a coincidence. Could he be Thor reborn? Does that explain why he had the power of thunder?"

A long silence filled the empty hospital at Rossweisse questions. Could this be the answer? Had the Fate's given God of Thunder a second chance to live? Did that explain the familiar power felt on Midgard? Was he really the God of Thunder reincarnated?

"Your guess is as good as my, Ms. Rossweisse." Odin answered with a shrug, "In time we may find the answers we seek. For now, however, let answer whatever questions Thor as for us."

A thousand questions filled Thor's head but the first that came from his mouth was, "How long have you known about me?"

"For about a few hours." Joked the Allfather with a chuckle before getting serious, "But if you mean if I already knew about you, then no. I had heard rumors of something going on in Norway but that was all. It wasn't until the day before yesterday that I discovered your existence."

"The day before...so I've been out for two days!?" Thor exclaimed at how long he slept.

"As I said you took quite the trashing." Rossweisse repeated, "You were covered in wounds and lost a lot of blood. Plus you were buried beneath a building. We were worried if you would ever wake up."

"You're really lucky Thor. Not only did Asgard save you from death. They also saved you from a possible life in servitude with Devils."

"So you too sensed the demonic power off in the distance?" Rossweisse said in a serious tone.

"I did but even if the Devil's had arrived before us it would have been useless to reincarnate him as a Devil. Their Evil Pieces do not work on Gods."

"Good point."

"Wait...did you say I was buried beneath a building?"

Rossweisse looked confused at his question, "Yes. Didn't you dig yourself out? We saw your fist punch through concrete."

"I...think so… my memory is so hazy from that time I honestly don't recall anything. Only that I was in a building owned by the Church and used as their test subject."

"Well whatever happened, when we arrived there was nothing left standing. It was almost as if we had just stepped onto the remains of a battlefield or the dropping of a nuclear bomb."

"The whole building...gone? H-how?"

"We were hoping you would have the answers? Are you sure you don't remember anything?"

But Thor shook his head, "No. I'm sorry but… all I can recall are the memories of being their test subject."

"Well, if you recall anything come tell me right away," Odin instructed. If the boy's memory of his time with the Church returned bit by bit then the mystery of this new Thor could be solved.

Thor nodded before shifting his glaze to Azazel and Baraqiel, "So what exactly are you here? What is your purpose in Asgard?"

"Purpose? Why, to spread peace and love." " Azazel chuckled humorously.

"What Azazel boy means is that he has come to Asgard join forces in an alliance. We did this not to wage war with our enemies but to promote something that nobody, not even humans can seem to achieve...peace. Despite what others may say I want to prove we can all live in peace."

Thor looked between the two leaders in wonder. Coexistence between all Factions? Can such a thing ever come true? Each race hated one another for some petty reason. He had good reasons to hate the Church for the way they treated him.

All he could do was wait and see if Odin's goal was achievable.

"Anything else you'd like to know or shall I show you around your new home?" Odin said with a grin before chuckling at Thor's face. "Why the look of surprise? Does the offer to live in Asgard not sound enticing?"

Thor looked at the gathered group, a sense of happiness and excitement filling him. Of course, it was enticing! There was no way he could refuse living among the Aesir, especially when they can help him better control his powers and keep him away from the Church.

"I accept," Thor said, a tiny smile flashing across his lips.

That's the end of this chapter, Thor has now joined Asgard and while I'm sure many of you can guess were Thor was, I will reveal it later when his memories return. For now, let's leave it a mystery for who doesn't love solving mysteries? ;)