He was Thor, son of Odin. God of Lightning and Thunder. Arguable the strongest god around. His fiery red hair sent his enemies into a panic, the mere mention of his name was capable of driving despair into the hearts of men, and moistening the loins of maidens. Who else could claim to be his better, Vidar? No, his brother only ruled because he found such tasks bothersome. Loki? Hah, not even close, the trickster having lost much of his edge ever since the incident, no longer the devious god he once was. Though, he supposed part of the blame lie in him actually caring for that family of his. Not that such a thing could happen to him, his wife knows the type of god he is, and his children look up to him as if he held up the very stars.

There was no equal to be found among his peers. Well, not anymore.

Bastard Tyr, leaving to go adventure past the realms of Yggdrasil. He was they only god worth a damn on a fight outside his Father, and the old man had retreated into himself. How shameful was that, the once mighty and feared All-Father reduced to a perverted old man needing to be cared on hand and foot by the Valkyries. It was so bad that when his chaperone Brynhild fell for that Mortal Hero Sigurd he cursed her to an enchanted sleep!

If that was the danger of Loss, he was glad that he had yet to feel its effects. As for the Wandering God of War, the bastard left him all alone.

He was the Fury of the Storm.

The Might of Asgard.

Protector of Midgard.

Strongest of the Gods Damnit.

AND

HE

WAS

... bored. He was bored. There were no ore meaningful fights left to be had, The Jotun staying in their realms, no longer coming and falling to his Hammer. The Vanir stopped sending gods to test themselves against him, and the great beasts long stopped responding to his provocation, ignoring his biting insults instead of testing his strength.

He missed his Bro, honestly. Tyr was the only one to get it. The thrill of combat, the burning of his blood to go out and slay all that opposed him. The strength to stand unopposed as the world itself sought to bring you down.

And the bastard left while he was here, watching over Midgard. He understood the importance of his task, the fall of the Imperial Gods to the South had hammered that home. It was common knowledge at this point that the Christian God was on a warpath against all other religions, eradicating those he came across as his believers spread like a plague across the land. One of the last time's he saw Tyr was when he came from his travels to warn them after all. It was why he was posted here in the first pace, those missionaries had ben spotted approaching his lands and with then those weak birds that served the Christian God.

They didn't even have the decency to go and challenge him directly! No, they acted like Loki, sneaking about the snowy lands trying to hide from his gaze.

Let them try.

When the doves came to attack his Homeland he would be ready to show them the Fury of Lighting, and leave their charred husks a warning to all other challengers.

Midgard was under his protection, and no foreign god was going to change that. .

He just hoped that they provided a good fight before they perished.