So at last, comes the reboot with a new shorter title. The Second Coming of Thunder! There will be some changes, hopefully for the better, but I promise the arcs will stay the same but Excalibur may have a change or two but will see when I get there. Now sit back and enjoy the first chapter of the reboot. Be sure to give your honest feedback.
Chapter 1
A Thunderous Awakening
There once was a time when the nine realms lived in peace and tranquility. A fragile union that none dared break in fear of the cataclysm that would without fail follow but, as with all things, eventually that peace was disrupted. Then… came war.
Asgard, home of the Aesir came under attack by none other than the Fire Giants of Muspelheim. Leading them was their king, Surtr, the destined destroyer of the Gods. Surtr had wished for nothing more than to plunge all in the heat of his legendary flames, on par with that of Hephaestus, exceeded only by the divine flames of the Shinto goddess Amaterasu and the Egyptian god Ra. His great army charged across the Bifrost setting it alight with each step they took. Heimdall, the all-seeing and all-hearing, and sole protector of the Bifrost in Asgard, blew his horn to warn the Aesir of the coming threat. The warriors of Asgard met Surtr at Vigridr, the lands beyond their kingdom's great wall, the battle was fierce as it raged for three days and nights but the defenders of Asgard could no longer withstand the full might of Surtr and his followers forever. With each passing day, one by one the Aesir fell as they were forced behind the security of their walls until at last the very wall itself was breached.
Victory was well within the Giants' grasp, Surtr's triumph was just out of reach and he would have succeeded but it was not meant to be as all thought. For even as hundreds of warriors fell or fled further to Asgard, one stood his ground. One, who was named the crown prince and the mightiest warrior in all of Asgard, their protector and hero of its people.
The God of Thunder, Thor!
The red-haired god fought alongside his fellow brothers in arms when he saw that his people were being slaughtered. In a desperate attempt he made a decision and called a retreat.
"Fall back! Fall back now!" The soldiers looked like they wanted to protest as their warrior's pride showed through but the look in the Prince's eye said that he was not to be challenged and so, with great reluctance, the Aesir fled. All except for one.
"What? How can you order a retreat Thor!? We must fight and drive these foul creatures back to the hell they call home!" Came the voice of a God with gold-white hair and determined eyes. This was none other than the God of Vengeance and baby brother to Thor, Vidar.
The God fired spell after spell as enemies fell left and right, the deity merely scowling as he advanced step by step towards their greatest adversary. Until he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
"What are you doing Thor? If you won't stop them. Then I will!" Vidar shouted to the Thunder God who gave a resigned look, though one filled with determination.
"Brother, I ask that you listen to me for just once in our immortal lives." Thor started.
"Hmm?" Vidar gave a look of confusion.
"This is not a battle so simple that we may be triumphant so easily, even beings of pride as us gods must realize that. The only way to achieve victory is by defeating Surtr here and now." Thor explained as Vidar just stared at his brother in confusion.
"Then why are we still here? Let us take Surtr together!" He said, his knees bent to leapt him right toward the King of Muspelheim only for the red-haired God to stop him once more.
"Nay, in order for this to work we must first protect our people, our home. And I trust none more than you to this." The hammer-wielding God told him.
"Me? What about you?" Vidar asked in confusion before realization struck him. "You...You plan to face Surtr alone!" He deciphered as a nod confirmed his suspicions, "You can't be serious Thor! That is suicide, You are among the top ten but even you cannot face Surtr and his army alone! What will happen to the people you are trying so hard to save when they will no longer have their Herald? What will Odin do? Who will succeed the throne and protect Asgard when father steps down? Baldur and I don't want the throne, and uncle will only bring us to ruin!" Vidar roared as Thor just smiled somberly.
"Vidar... for all the times that you and I may have disputed, you have always been my brother that I cherished. You have always had the best interests of Asgard in mind. That is why I know that this place which has been our home for millennia will be safe in your hands. I defended our home with everything I had. And now I pass that sacred duty onto you." He said as Vidar shook his head vehemently in denial.
"No! You can't! You mustn't if anything I'll do it. You are loved by all Thor, to make you a martyr is inconceivable. If anyone should do it then it should be me."
"You are just as strong as me with a brilliant mind Vidar, without you, our people cannot progress, and we will be heavily crippled, vulnerable to attack." Thor reminded him.
"And you are the crown prince! Without you, there will be no Asgard! Is that not why we fight? For the survival of our home?" Vidar retorted as Thor laughed.
"The humans on Midgard have always had a saying, 'Before you start a war you must first know what you are fighting for', a sound logic, yet I like to think a little differently. I believe that you must fight in order to find what you are fighting for." The thunder god said cryptically as he turned his back.
"Now go, the duty to protect the people is now in your hands and know that as long as you never lose sight of what is right, Asgard will always be safe... brother..." He crouched, legs tensing as they pulsed with power ready to leap. Peeking his head over his shoulder one last time he said, "Farewell Vidar." And with that, he launched into the sky.
Vidar watched his older brother charge the enemy alone while a lone tear fell from his cheek. "Farewell...Thor…"
Surtr, in his great arrogance, believed that the power of but one God would not be enough to stop his troops from finishing what they had started.
Oh how wrong he had been...
With a roar of defiance Thor charged the Fire Giants, in his hand was the legendary hammer Mjolnir, forged within the mythical realm of Nidavellir by the Dwarven smith brothers Sindri and Brokk. The true might of the God of Thunder was displayed that day for the first time in centuries, and just as it had then, it struck the same feeling of reverence and fear as it did now. With each swing of the god class weapon a hundred giants would fall, leaving nothing but husks and corpses. Again and again they tried to bring down the red-haired god yet time and time again they were slaughtered. Lightning danced around his body in a bright and terrifying aura of power as he continued his charge.
His advance was halted as a boulder came crashing into his left side, sending him flying into another horde, he threw his hammer at the giant who had thrown the giant rock, effectively caving its chest inwards as the war hammer flew further and further. Turning around, Thor threw his fist into the face of an incoming foe, crushing its skull, and raising his knee into the gut of another causing it to hunch as he lifted the weakling and threw him into another three. Try as they might, the forces of Muspelheim could not stop the God of Thunder's rampage as he drove into their ranks with the bravery he was known far and wide for. Soon the Fire Giants could not hold against such power as they cowered before running back to their fiery home. Abandoning their King to face the mighty warrior alone.
What was witnessed that day could not be explained so easily.
"Thunder God!" Roared Surtr as he met the son of Odin's charge.
God clashed against Jotun as hammer met sword. Thunder and fire flew wildly as everything in their path was incinerated around them. So destructive was this fateful exchange that all nine realms could see its flashes on the horizon, the mortals of Midgard could hear the roar of Thor's thunder. Powerful as the king of the Fire Giants was, even he could not withstand the onslaught of Thor. Soon he was driven back out to Vigridr.
"Surrender now Jotun! Return to Muspelheim and never again return. Else you shall once again taste the might of Asgard." Thor demanded but Surtr would not have it.
"Bah! You think yourself so great. Do you truly believe that you are greater than I? How foolish, I have slain a countless number of God's over the millennium and you will be no different Aesir." Surtr exclaimed. Raising his flaming sword he prepared to bring destruction upon Asgard, even at the cost of his own life.
The Prince of Asgard pointed his hammer towards his enemy as electricity sparked before an arc of lightning shot at the giant. Surtr swung his sword as a giant wave of fire met the god's attack. Their struggle for dominance continued until the force exploded in overload and sent both sides flying. As Thor slowly stood the King of Muspelheim charged every bit of fire he could muster into a miniature sun. Battered and bloodied, the Son of Odin saw no other choice in his last stand to protect Asgard as he used his great strength to slam his hammer beneath Surtr's chin sending the massive giant flying into the sky. The God of Thunder gave a sharp whistle which was answered by a loud cry by a goat as large as Thor came running across the sky pulling a chariot to his master.
Normally it would be two goats pulling the chariot, Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjostr, but Tanngrisnir's leg was sprained leaving his brother to pull the chariot alone. Thor leapt onto the vehicle and spurred the goat on to get him closer to Surtr as he felt back towards the ground. Just as he threw his hand out to grab the King of Muspelheim by the throat his foe swung his fiery sword, erasing the chariot and Tanngnjostr from existence erecting a roar like thunder from Thor for the loss of his pet and companion.
Tanngnjostr! Your sacrifice shall not be in vain, old friend! Despite the burns of the deadly sword Thor's massive hand gripped Surtr's neck tightly as he flew them toward the Bifrost where he would take far away from Asgard. He knew the final strike by him would level most of Asgard and much of the surrounding land. Even as he flew they continued to fight. Surtr's fiery fists pummeled Thor to try breaking free but the God refused to release him. Not until the Fire Giant was slain.
Soon the Bifrost was in sight and already open prompting a smile to form upon Thor's face. Leave it to Heimdall to know what is to come and not hesitate in aiding Thor despite the consequences for it.
"No! You'll not end me! My fate is to burn with Asgard!" Surtr roared, fire streaming from his eyes. He tried once more to pry Thor free but Jord's son would not yield. "Curse you!"
All eyes turned upward to see a great ball of fire and lightning zip through the sky towards the Bifrost with cries of fury from Surtr. Calling upon the very last of his strength, Thor raised his hammer, fully charged of thunder and brought it down upon the giant, destroying his enemy's sword as it sent lightning flying everywhere! Right as the attack struck the pair vanished through the Bifrost! So great was the attack that all Nine Realms heard the boom of thunder, those living on Midgard thought Ragnarok started. When the dust settled nothing save a large crater remained.
Neither Surtr, Thor, nor even Mjolnir was nowhere to be found…
Savland Norway...Present Day...
"And so Asgard was saved. The Fire Giants, without their king, fell into disarray and became a shadow of what was once a proud and mighty kingdom. As for Thor…? His fate remains a mystery. Some say he survived and that he still dwells within Asgard's halls, celebrated as a hero of that fateful battle. Others say that he died of his wounds. But I like to think he may have lost his powers and chose to wander the earth, helping all he came upon."
A choir of claps was heard by the children within the classroom as they looked upon the teller of the story. He was an elderly man in a very extravagant robe colored in blue and gold leading the students to believe him to be very rich and a holder to the Old Norse traditions. In his hand was a walking cane to support his back that was bent. His long white hair fell to his back as did his beard. His left eye was covered by a chainless monocle making it hard for him to see.
What none of the children realized though, was that this elderly man was none other than the ruler of Asgard himself, the Allfather, Odin! He had come to this school to share the tale of his fallen son, The Hero of Asgard, Thor to them.
"Well Mr. Havi, we thank you for this opportunity. That was an incredible story and not many speak of such legends nowadays nor do many even know enough to tell."
Odin, who chose to disguise his name, looked at the speaker and couldn't help but grin. At the corner of the classroom stood a woman he was familiar with. Despite her elderly age she was beautiful to look upon. Her hair was long and silver and keen wise aqua eyes sparkled like the ocean when the sun hit the surface. This was Gondul, a top tier magic user and former member of Odin's elite Valkyrie Corps for years. However, her days of fighting were behind her now and she was retired from service, now working as a substitute teacher for children at the school's town her granddaughter was born and raised in.
"Mr. Havi, if Thor is alive can we meet him!?" Squeaked a little boy.
Before any questions could be asked, the bell signaling lunch rang and the children went to tell their friends of the incredible story Mr. Havi told them. When the last student departed, the king was approached by the teacher, a twinge of concern on her face, "Forgive me, Allfather, but do you think it wise to tell these children of what really happened?"
Gondul's question to the Norse king was answered with a chuckle, "My dear Gondul, the mortals will only see it as just another legend told by their ancestors."
"I know that, but what if…" She trailed off, unsure of how to continue her question.
"You're worried the other mythologies will know of my son's true fate? That the mighty God of Thunder died sacrificing himself to protect Asgard?"
When Gondul nodded Odin sighed as he moved to sit in a chair, body slouched against it. "I understand your concern but even if Thor's death is revealed, what issues will arise from it? Yes, he was one of the ten strongest beings in existence, but that title can be replaced by someone else."
"Lord Odin... you say it as if it isn't a big issue!" Retorted the silver-haired warrior, "Your son, Thor, crowned Prince of Asgard, was loved and feared by many - no - by all! The power he had was unrivaled by all!"
"Oh?" Said Odin with a raised brow, "Even more than the Infinite Dragon God and Dragon of Dragon's?"
Gondul opened her mouth to reply but shut it. She realized what she had said was stupid of her. Powerful as Thor may have been, even he couldn't have stood against the powers of the two most powerful beings in existence.
Or could he have…
"Come my dear Gondul, discussing about my son will not bring him back." Said Odin as he closed his eye. "Despite the pain within my heart, I must stay strong for Asgard's sake. A strength many have lost…"
Gondul nodded solemnly, recalling how Asgard fell into darkness after losing its greatest warrior. What had once been a mighty kingdom now was a shadow of its former self. Its banks dried up due to exquisite statues to commemorate the fallen and even a stadium named after Thor that did little but collect dust and be used to run marathons for those wishing to stay in shape. The old alliances were broken. Festivals were no longer fun but now events to remember the fallen.
It would take a miracle to make Asgard what it once was in the times before Christianity came along.
Odin stood up, his old bones popping as he stretched them. "As much as I would love to take more of your time, I must be off. Talks about an alliance with one of the Biblical Factions will be starting soon and I cannot be late."
Gondul's brow furrowed when hearing that, "Do you believe such an alliance is possible with them? After stealing so much of ours you think the people of Asgard will accept it? What of the laws your father created?"
"Laws are changed from time to time and now is one of those times." The one-eyed God said, "I'm certain some arrangements can be made to let us have what once belonged to us."
"Let us hope that can be done. Who will it be that Asgard will open talks with? The Devil's? Asgard would never ally with the people who have the monster who resulted in the death of your son's death. Not to mention Devils are greedy beings who would do anything to get what they wanted, even if it means the risk of starting a new war."
"But war is a thing that will never come to pass. Not when what my ravens tell me about the new Four Great Satan's trying to lead their people towards peace." Odin retorted calmly, purposefully making Gondul figure out who it was that wished to join forces with the Aesir.
"The Angels? They sit in their realm watching people die in the name of the God they call father. They wouldn't ally themselves with us. Especially since the followers of Christianity and Norse Religion have had bad blood between them since the Viking ages. So if it isn't the Devil's or Angels, that leaves…" Gondul trailed off as she stared at the Allfather in disbelief who nodded slowly at what she figured out. "No… You aren't serious are you!? Grigori!? The organization run by the Fallen Angels!? The third and weakest of the Biblical Factions and the most deceitful and unorganized group to ever exist is going to join forces with Asgard!? Why them? Why ally with us? Is it to bolster their strength against their enemies because they are on the verge of extinction? Lord Odin, those dark-winged counterparts of the Angels are still causing problems to this day. I hear they just committed another murder upon a human to entertain them. Their Governor-General is wasting time tinkering with Sacred Gears instead of trying to stop them! If that fool Azazel doesn't step down and let someone else take command, then the Fallen Angel's will cease to exist. You and I both know this."
"That is true but it is not war that they come to my halls to speak about. It is for peace. Coexistence."
"Coexistence?" Repeated Gondul faintly, sitting down in her own chair. "Really, Odin, you think we can truly coexist with them? Allying with them will not be accepted by Asgard! They are not worth making allies with. Why not ally with another Pantheon? We are not the only dwindling mythology in this modern era."
A rare frown formed upon the old man's face, "What Pantheon has ever joined forces Gondul? We all know one another and respect each other, to a degree, but none has tried to reach out for peace. I'm sure many wish to but they are not scared to try. Azazel and I are the only two beings I know who truly wish to make peace, live in harmony, and trade knowledge. We made peace with the Vanir, we can do the same with another religion."
"Do you really think that's possible...?
Odin winked as he tapped his monocle, "I gave my eye for wisdom and foresight and I foresee Grigori and Asgard will be good friends."
Asgard
"Welcome to Asgard." The voice of Odin greeted the Grigori representative as he stepped through the doors to the council chamber.
He was a tall handsome looking man aging somewhere in twenties with an average build. He had violet colored eyes that held an amused look in them. His hair was black and beard were black except for his bangs which were blonde. He was dressed in 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, and gray slacks and brown shoes.
This wasn't just the Fallen Angel representative, it was the leader and founder of the Grigori itself, Governor-General Azazel.
Azazel grinned at the greeting, "Allfather Odin! Thank you for allowing this alliance. I wasn't expecting anyone to forge one with my people."
"Well you are the only one bold enough to suggest such a thing and the other Factions aren't willing to broker alliances since they distrust one another or are too arrogant. Besides, you and I both want the same thing; peace."
"A plan which isn't being agreed upon by the others, unfortunately." Azazel sighed with a shake of his hand, "When I explained this plan to my fellow Cadre to coexist peacefully with another faction, it was met with mixed reactions. Most were unsure or flat out disagreed while only a handful were in favor of the notion. Being the founder of the Grigori I ordered this will happen whether they like it or not. Of course this has caused a split in the organization with some going rogue and causing trouble in the human world."
Odin sighed, "So even your people disagree huh? It seems war and distrust will always be part of the world; be it human or supernatural. What will you do about those who have broken away from your organization? Use my Aesir to hunt them down like escaped criminals?"
"Having Asgard use its own Gods and Einherjar as errand boys and girls sounds like something you would do. You're own bodyguard is being used as a maid."
Azazel's violet eyes flickered to the shadows behind Odin were he heard the voice, stepping out of the shadows was a tall man just as handsome as him. His long, light blue, hair tied in a braid reaching to his waist matched the green robes he wore. His eyes however, which were just as green as his robes, held a look of annoyance at the Allfather.
"Azazel, this is my brother-in-law, Freyr, God of Sacral Kingship and Lord of Alfheim."
"The God of Sacral Kingship?" Azazel said, looking the man up and down. "I heard stories about you but never expected you to attend this meeting."
"I attend this meeting because I am more than just the ruler of Alfheim, but Odin's right hand man." Freyr said, his gaze still fixed on Odin, "If we are to agree to this alliance then I must advise against not allowing Asgard, Vanaheim, or Alfheim be used to round up Grigori traitors like shepherd headers to sheep. This is not our problem."
Odin sighed, "Allies don't just share knowledge but help one another solve problems, Freyr. Do you forget the times Asgard and Vanaheim aided one another? Azazel has a problem with some Fallen Angels; we shall help settle it, hopefully peacefully. Besides, Asgard is in desperate need for help after losing so much in the years since Surtr's attack. Idunn's apples, the human's belief in us, the debt to Nidavellir, and so much more. Are you too prideful to give outsiders a chance or too distrustful?"
"I am not like that Jotun you call blood brother, Allfather." Growled Freyr, "I want to see Asgard become what it once was."
"And this alliance between us will be the start to that." Azazel reassured, "Besides it sounds like this plan for coexistence isn't just to make peace but to repair Asgard. I know a lot about the Norse world but not about this attack by the Fire Giant Surtr. I remember a time when Asgard was one the greatest factions in the world, right up there next to the Hindu Gods."
"That was thanks to the Vanir' mastery of magic. We were the greatest wielders of magic with secrets still hidden to the rest of the world."
"And yet those secrets did little to help when Christianity came to our lands to cause humanity's beliefs in Asgard to slowly fade." Said Freyr grumply, "Now, with their belief in Asgard decaying through the years. Our power and economy has dropped so low that we are the weakest faction. It ranked just above Grigori since the Fallen Angels are on the verge of extinction. That was the other reason why Odin wanted to ally with Grigori; to save not only Asgard but Grigori from falling into ruin."
"So that's the reason you want to coexist."
"Partly. While I wish to see Asgard become what it once was, I am determined to see other religions coexist peacefully. I wish the same could be said for the rest of the Supernatural world."
"Give it some time. I'm certain they'll come around and give it a chance someday. Anyway, since we are to become allies I'd like to know more about Surtr attacking you. You say you lost Idumm's apples? I can't do anything about that but I may be able to help in getting the economy going again. It's worked wonders with helping Grigori survive after the Great War and it may do the same for you."
"Indeed that is one of the top priorities. We need our economy going again because-"
Suddenly the doors burst open and in came a guard, his face filled with shock. "Lord Odin!"
"What has happened!?" Odin demanded.
"Heimdall has just picked up a great concentration of magic in Norway! The report came back identifying it as…as…" Tears began to form in the guard's eyes.
"What boy!? Speak!"
"Thor, your grace! He said it was Thor's magic! And what's more he SAW him!"
Odin stood to his feet so fast he knocked the chair he was in to the floor, his aloof expression turned dead serious. Marching out of the chamber with Freyr in toe he gave orders to prepare the Bifrost.
Azazel wasted no time in following the rulers of Asgard and Alfheim, his curiosity about this piqued his interest. Why had the God of Thunder's name cause such a reaction from them? Perhaps he would get those answers on Earth.
Midgard, Norway
When Azazel stepped through the Bifrost to where the magical power was spotted, he was met with the sight of a thunderstorm raging. Rain lashed at his face as the wind howled like wolves to the moon while thunder roared and lightning flashed across the sky, its light illuminating the ruins of what had once been a large building. His violet eyes scanned the ruble for anything or anyone who may have survived this disaster. All the Fallen Angel could see was chunks of concrete littering the grass, nothing else remained of the building; no broken glass, no furniture, not even a corpse could be seen buried in the rubble.
"What happened here?" Freyr voiced the question they were all thinking.
"It looks as if someone with great power lost control and obliterated everything or someone attacked this place for unknown reasons." Odin answered as he inspected the damage with his magic empowered eye. The guard and Heindall were right; the magic energy that still lingered was exactly like Thor's. How was this possible? Who had the power of his second born son?
"So what exactly is going on?" Azazel asked, "What has this got to do with the God of Thunder?"
Before he could get an answer a voice within the Bifrost called for Odin causing the Allfather to look back at the Bifrost amusingly. Just before it closed a woman dressed in a silver business suit came running out. She had pink ribbons in her hair and looked like a younger version of Gondul; long silver hair reaching to her ankles and aqua eyes that shimmered in the lighting's flash. Of course she should look like the retired mage for this was her granddaughter.
"Lord Odin, why didn't you notify me you were going to Midgard!? I had to jump through the Bifrost before it closed to get here! More importantly, why are you out here in a storm!? You're going to catch a cold!" The young bodyguard yelled over the thunder, despite literally being in front of the Allfather.
"Ah, my voluptuous bodyguard has finally come!" Announced Odin, "Azazel, this is my Valkyrie bodyguard, Rossweisse."
"Why are you out here!?" She repeated sternly.
Freyr cleared his throat over the sound of the storm, he always liked Gondul's granddaughter and found her to be a truly talented warrior maiden, "To answer your question, Miss Rossweisse. Heimdall said he saw Thor."
Rossweisse's breath caught in his throat, "Thor may be alive!? H-how can that be!?"
"A question I myself am baffled by." Freyr said, "Heimdall saw what happened to Thor all those centuries ago. There's no way he could fake his death and go into hiding. He would have come back to Asgard as quickly as possible."
"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Azazel said, confused by this sudden topic about Thor being dead and now possibly alive, "What's going on? What's all this talk about Thor?"
While Odin was still inspecting the rubble of what may be a building he said to the Fallen Angel, "Since we are to become allies I may as well tell you that when Surtr attacked Asgard. He and Thor killed one another."
Azazel felt his mind had just been struck by thunder at the Allfaher's word, unable to come up with a response to what he had just heard. Thor, Asgard's Strongest Warrior, one of the Top Ten Strongest was dead? Not just Thor, but Surtr as well. How long had it been hidden by Asgard and how would the supernatural world react to this?
Collecting himself he said, in a serious tone, "Was this kept a secret?"
"Not at all." Said Rossweisse, "With how distrusting everyone is it was assumed Thor never went to Midgard."
That… surprisingly was a good point. Thor was said to be among the strongest beings but he never showed himself outside of Asgard. Nevertheless, the power he wielded was no exaggeration, for there were those, both human and supernatural, who bore witness to the mighty power of Thor.
"Lord Odin…" Rossweisse suddenly said, a hint of concern in her tone. "You do know whose territory this belongs to don't you?"
Odin gumbled at the girl's concern, "I know that this is still Norse land, OUR land. Besides, even if they know we are here will be long gone by the time they send anyone to investigate."
"But Allfather, if we find anything related to Thor, do we not risk starting a war over this!?"
"We do…" Said the Allfather after the boom of thunder faded, "but he is my son and I will not let the Biblical Faction take anymore from us. You're uptight attitude and nervousness is why-"
"Don't finish that sentence, old man!" Freyr growled, knowing full well what the Allfather was about to say to Gondul's granddaughter. "If you finish that sentence I'll-"
"What's that!?"
The three God's turned their gaze to where Azazel was pointing. A pile of ruble was shifting, something, or someone, was trying to break free! Rossweisse stood ready to protect her king.
Suddenly a bloody fist broke through the concrete it was beneath, prompting Freyr to rush forward and assist whoever was strapped underneath while Odin followed behind, curious to see who had been lucky enough to survive this disaster. He watched the Vanir pull the ruble off the survivor and gasp loudly.
"By the Nine Realms..."
Odin reached Freyr's and froze. Lying face up covered in blood, panting heavily and wearing shredded priest clothes was a young man. Even more surprising was the boy's appearance; his eyes, which he was trying in vain to keep from shutting, were as blue as lightning and his hair was long, wavy, and fiery red.
That's not possible… The Valkyrie thought, watching the boy's eyes shut. Thor was dead, sacrificing himself to save Asgard, and yet only Thor was able to create thunderstorms like this. Only Thor looked like this when he was a boy. The more she thought about this the more questions filled her mind. She never knew Thor but her grandma did and would always tell stories about the Son of Odin fighting the Giants of Muspelheim and Jotunheim with power to level mountains and split the oceans with a swing of Mjolnir.
"Was it this kid who released that power?" Azazel asked.
"He is. I can still sense the magic flowing through him. How and why he has it is a mystery." Rossweisse answered the curious Fallen Angel while kneeling to check the boy's condition. The wounds he sustained were from the rubble he was buried beneath but others were from what had clearly been a fight, which explains why this building was destroyed. She sighed sadly, whoever this boy was he should be dead by now. She would have to tell the Allfather that-
…Thump…
She paused when she felt a thump against his chest. Pressing her head against it, which was well built, she listened carefully and, despite the pounding rain, howling wind, and booming thunder, there was the faint beat of a heart. How could he still be alive!? Wounds and blood loss were mendable but a building collapsing on top of him? No human could survive something like this unless he wasn't a normal human or not a human at all.
"We can still save him." Rossweisse said, surprising the Lord of Alfheim.
"That means we will take him to Asgard but…" Freyr turned to the Allfather, hoping he would have answers, "what in the Nine Realms is going on, Odin?"
"I don't know Freyr." The King of Asgard answered while picking the boy up and slamming his cane to summon the Bifrost, "I don 't have all the answers but I have one."
"And what is that?"
"That this boy is the Second Coming of the God of Thunder!"
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 wooden ceiling with symbols carved into it with lights set between them. 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 medium sized room with exotic plants in the four corners and a machine next to the bed checking his heart rate.
This is a hospital. Why else would they have that machine in here but were exactly IS here? Suddenly realization dawned upon him, those people he saw before blacking out! They rescued him but why and more importantly who were they?
Could they be Devils or Angels or even Fallen Angels?
Suddenly he heard the door open causing him to lie back down and pretend to be asleep. He heard someone approaching and stopped next to the bed.
"Are you alright?" Said a voice, a female voice.
Desiring to know where he was and who this woman was he slowly opened his eyes and felt his breath hitch. The woman, who was smiling kindly, was the same age as him with aqua colored eyes and long straight silver hair with pink ribbons in them. Her body was curvy but well toned by what he could see from the gray suit she wore.
Who is she? She's beautiful… He thought before saying, "Who are you?"
"My name is Rossweisse." She answered, "And I'm a Valkyrie."
Blue eyes widened, Did she say Valkyrie!?
"It's nice to finally meet you, Lord Thor."
End!
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