When Storms Come and Stars Collide
[Book I]
Written By Starswim
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"Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide, but I will love you until the end of time."
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Thank you all for choosing to read this series. I hope you'll enjoy it. Don't be afraid to comment below or add this story to your library; your opinions matter.
This book is a Jane/Thor story with a little Loki/OC on the side. However, don't expect romance at first sight. Even though Marvel has sci-fi and fantasy, I love slow-burn and realistic stories. I promise you won't be reading the same story, not entirely, just making small changes and adding new events to make the story interesting. For each chapter, I will do my best to portray each canon character accurately and create original characters as if they are real human beings. No one is perfect, but God still loves us all the same.
- Warning -
This book is rated for teens and up. It contains content that is inappropriate for younger viewers. That includes violence, no surprise that this is Marvel, and there will be swearing, much to Captain America's dismay. Some scenes could trigger someone's emotions. Subjects include drug and child abuse, red flags to toxic relationships, birds and the bees, and derogatory comments regarding gender, size, ethnicity, and race. It's never my intention to offend anybody when writing the dialogue. Unfortunately, this world contains some individuals who want to be mean or raised to believe that using these terms is okay. It's wrong regardless, and this isintended to acknowledge and learn from it. That being said, please, forgive me and read with caution. When a new trigger warning comes up, I'll do my best to inform you beforehand.
- Disclaimer -
I don't own anything that belongs to Marvel except for twists in the plot and my original characters. Anyone who wishes to make a fanfic based on this alternate universe and include my OCs' in their story, please, notify me for permission and give me credit. Thank you.
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Series I ~ Thor ~ Prologue
"Once mankind accepted a simple truth, that they were not alone in this universe."
A wise man once said that "seeing is believing." Humanity was raised to never believe in the impossible. There were no monsters under beds or aliens in outer space. Many created these myths and legends based on beliefs and dreams. Some men tried the impossible: sailed across seas to find the fabled city of gold, hiked into the woods to find bigfoot, or pieced together material to create something extraordinary. No man believed a woman should vote or fly an airplane. Normality once branded them as mad. The word alone could put someone into an asylum or onto pages from history books.
Neil Armstrong was the first to set foot on the moon. The Italian voyagers sailed across the seas and discovered a new world. Henry Ford replaced horses with automobiles for transportation. Jackie Robinson broke the major league baseball color line. Blanche "Betty" Stuart Scott was the first woman to fly an airplane. All were originally branded as dreamers, improbable, and mad; now, they're extraordinary. After many years of discoveries and developments, the list of dreamers continued. Parents had taught their children that anything was possible if they believed.
The astronomy major followed the tradition of dreams on the roof, using her telescope to look into the stars and sketch the details on paper.
"Excuse me, ma'am?"
She gasped and whirled around to face the intruder behind her. He was an older gentleman with bronze skin and raven hair, which he pulled back in a low ponytail, wearing a brown leather jacket over a Guns N' Roses sweatshirt.
"Isn't it late to be out here past curfew?"
Nobody would've thought him to be a man of authority. Nobody pegged him as a college professor. However, the frightened girl knew that he was so much more.
"Dad, it's you, I..." Jane Foster placed a hand on her chest, taking deep breaths, "I know I'm not supposed to be up here, but..." The man snatched the sketch pad from her hand, scanning through pages of drawings and observations.
"I'm glad you're finally respecting Polaris's size and position this time."
"Did you look back a few pages and see how the constellations shift every four hours?"
"I did," he shut the book, handing it to Jane. "Every night and season."
"Doesn't it bore you, though? Seeing the same thing?" Jane wondered, looking through her telescope once more.
"That's why, Janie," her father took the telescope, "a true astronomer should never stop reaching for the stars, no matter how far. Every theory must be taken into account-"
"-no matter how ridiculous the possibility seems," Jane finished with a smile. Her father chuckled, awarding her with a kiss on the head. She was indeed his child, and he couldn't be more proud of her. He exhaled in satisfaction, gazing back at the night sky.
"Although, you gotta admit," Jane stuffed the telescope in her bag, sitting on the ledge with her arms folded, "your theory about the Northern Lights is kinda far-fetched. I mean, everyone knows that they only appear near the north pole's magnetic field."
"Maybe if we make the lights our own, we can save money on plane tickets to Alaska."
"So what you're saying is... get the projector out to see it here," she teased.
"Janie," he scolded. Despite the contorted expression, she could tell by the subtle hearty in his tone that he wasn't being serious. "Where's your sense of arts and crafts? Using a projector is not only boring, but it's cheating."
"Well... we could create a magnetic shield and use the solar flares to charge electrons." A playful smile crossed the man's face. "Though we need to be in a dark room to see the photons release."
"We'll figure it out, Janie," he promised, patting his daughter's knee. "If we can accomplish this, they might nominate us for a Noble Prize."
"Dad," Jane whined. He knew she didn't care much about the glory, only the starry sky. She was always camera shy like her mother and sister.
"Hey, did you just forget what I've taught you?"
"That anything is possible? Of course, I did." He snorted at his daughter's sarcasm. "But that doesn't mean I want to speak in front of a camera or a dozen people."
"Who says you could choke up alone? I'll suffer the flashing lights with you."
"Even if I manage to win it at an old age?"
"I'll jump out of heaven and flash my underwear if you want, whatever it takes to be more embarrassing out of the two of us." Jane laughed with him. Despite the overachieving research paper, she couldn't get over her mediocre presentation. "Why your enthusiasm inspired me to start a new science project for the class next year: create your own aurora."
"Can't wait." She may sound sarcastic, but Jane wanted nothing more than to work with her dad even after graduation.
"To think I've come close to quitting this profession."
Jane shook her head, not believing him, "C'mon, Dad. You? Quitting? That's not in your vocabulary."
"We all got bad days, Janie, you know that." Her father pointed at the sky, specifically the big dipper. "Look at the stars. See how bright they are and how they shine in this world. One star alone can't accomplish the light by itself."
"Or create constellations," Jane added.
"Janie, these stars are no different than us. We all have a part to play. We must help and love one another - that's how we can brighten our dark world."
Jane scoffed, "Okay. Since when did this astrology lesson become a cheesy metaphor?"
"Not exactly a metaphor; I just..." The man was hesitant, debating whether to bring up the touchy subject. "I just want to remind you that no matter what happens, you're not alone - you and your sister both. Even when I'm gone, you two will shine bright together. Your mom-"
"Dad," Jane didn't want to hear it. This was becoming too dark for her liking. "You're old," she ignored the man's snort, "but not that old. You're not going anywhere. You're stuck here for a long-long time - so long, you might get sick of me!"
"Maybe," her dad teased, earning a laugh and a playful jab in the arm, "but I'm sure Wendy's newborn will get sick of us first."
"Yeah..." Jane widened her eyes, "Wait, newborn? You mean-" His nod and smile confirmed it. He became a grandad again. His daughter scoffed and hit the man's arm again, "And you didn't tell me this sooner?! I'm the kids' godmother!"
"I just wanted to savor the moment," Dad wrapped his arm around Jane's shoulder and guided her towards the door.
"Bull! You wanted to see my homework."
"I have to see for myself if you are living up to Erik's expectations."
"I'm the daughter of the greatest astrophysicist in Virginia! Of course, I am."
"You know kissing my ass won't raise your grade, right?" he teased. Jane rolled her eyes, allowing her father to take the lead. They skipped classes to meet that bundle of joy in the hospital. However, the grandfather's mood descended when he discovered his grandson's name - another reason to despise the child's father. The baby's parents named him after a president who forced his ancestors to walk down the Trail of Tears.
Little did everyone know there would be a new trail of tears, and the broken family would soon forget about the stars above.
This story won't only focus on this family but on another. Their story didn't start in the twenty-first century but back in the ninth century, in a different universe and status.
~000~000~000~
"In some worlds, a man believed that they were home to their gods. Others... they knew to fear."
Many people in a small village gathered to watch blue rays light up the sky. Across the waters, a vast army of giant, blue creatures were not too far away. Their king was holding a small ice casket containing extraordinary power.
"From the realm of cold and darkness came the Frost Giants."
King Laufey used the weapon to destroy a ship sailing across the ocean, putting out fire torches and pits, and freezing the entire village. Screams echoed as the people became victims of the Casket of Winters.
"Threatening to plunge the mortal world into a new Ice Age. But humanity will not face this threat alone."
A bright aura cast from the sky; the Bi-Frost. Once the light disappeared, demi-gods soldiers and their king - Odin Allfather - took its place, armed and ready to fight. The two kings stared down at each other before the battle officially began. Frost Giants froze some and crushed their opponents with their icy fists while the Einherjar warriors stabbed the Frost Giants with their spears. King Odin fought a monstrous bunch with his Gungnir.
"Our armies drove the Frost Giants back into the heart of their world. The cost was great! In the end, their king fell."
King Laufey was lying on the ground, defeated. The Gungnir was aimed at his face by Odin, who had lost his eye during the battle. When the war of the Frost Giants was over, the remaining soldiers and their king left Earth, taking the Casket of Ancient Winters with them.
"And the source of their power was taken from them. And the last great war ended. We withdrew from the other worlds and returned home into the world eternal. Asgard..."
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"And here we remain as a beacon of hope, shining out across the stars, and though we have fallen into the myths and legends, it was Asgard - its warriors that brought peace to the universe," Odin finished the tale for his two sons. One was golden blonde and red - Thor - the God of Thunder; the other was raven black and green - Loki - the God of Mischief. Both were different, two sides of the same coin. Though, they possessed the same dream. Their father led them into a hallway, where the Casket of Ancient Winters was displayed along with Odin's other prized trinkets.
"But that day will come when one of you..." Odin stepped forward and turned to address his two sons with one eye while a golden eye patch covered the other, "has to defend that peace."
"Do the Frost Giants still live?" the younger prince asked curiously.
"When I'm king," the older prince pointed at himself pridefully before throwing punches, "I'll hunt the monsters down and slay them all!" He smiled at his father, "Just as you did, Father."
"A wise king never seeks out war, but..." Odin paused, looking at each son briefly, "...he must be ready for it." He walked past his sons to give them a moment to absorb the wisdom. The brothers exchanged a smirk - a silent challenge needed to initiate a race for their father's hand, passing a displayed hammer that shall be wielded in due time.
"I'm ready, Father!" Thor stated with determination - the winner of the race.
"So am I!" Loki claimed second.
Odin smiled proudly at his two sons, squeezing their hands, "Only one of you can ascend to the throne. Both of you were born to be kings."
