14
Ragnarok
"I'm probably better off staying here on Sakaar." Loki explained as he and Thor rode the elevator to the Grandmaster's hangar.
"I don't know how your father would feel about that, but I agree." Thor replied matter-of-factly.
"Did...did you just agree with me?" Loki asked after a moment.
"Come on, this place is perfect for you. It's savage, chaotic, lawless. Brother, you would do great here."
"Do you really think so little of me?"
"Loki, I thought the world of you. I thought we would fight side-by-side forever, but, at the end of the day, you're you and I'm me. I don't know. Maybe there's still good in you. But it's not me you need to prove that to, anymore. It's him."
"I don't need to prove anything to him. He's far from a bastion of morality."
"He may not be, but you can see it in his eyes when he looks at you. He sees himself in you, and he hates it. All the rage, all the anger towards the gods, towards Odin, the lust for power. You have more in common than you both are willing to see."
"And he thinks I'll become him?" Loki scoffed.
"He thinks you can be better, and so do I. But I can't help you. God knows I've tried, but our paths diverged a long time ago. Maybe he can show you what you are truly capable of."
Loki looked down and nodded his head, pretending not to be hurt by his brother's rejection.
"Yeah. I suppose after this, we should never see each other again."
"It's what you always wanted." Thor said, patting his brother's shoulder.
The two stood in silence as the elevator brought them higher and higher.
"Hey. Let's do 'get help'." Thor said, grinning.
"No."
"Come on, you love it."
"I hate it."
"It's great! It works every time."
"It's humiliating."
"Do you have a better plan?"
"No."
"We're doing it."
"We are not doing 'get help'"
In the hangar, a single patrol remained to guard the ships. The elevator door opened to reveal Thor clutching a limp Loki.
"Get help! Please! My brother, he's dying!" Thor said, carrying his brother out of the elevator.
The guards immediately went to assist Loki, only to have Loki lobbed into them like a bowling ball, knocking them all out instantly.
"Classic." Thor said, cackling cheekily.
/
"Keep fighting! Fight or they kill you! Understand?!"
The guard captain screamed over the gunfire as his remaining soldiers retreated into the palace. He looked around him as his men fell, one by one. He felt a shadow over top of him. The last thing he felt was intense heat as the Blades of Chaos slammed into the ground in front of him. His body was vaporized as the wave of fire consumed his body. Kratos stood up and looked behind him. What guards remained were dead or neutralized. The gladiators that followed behind him all cheered and began to run for the palace. Kratos approached the gate, grabbed the seal with both hands, and pulled the giant doors apart.
The palace was empty and quiet, save for some concubines and aristocrats who were scampering away as the gladiators swarmed into the giant hall. Kratos looked to his right and saw a gladiator raise his rifle towards the fleeing civilians. Immediately, he grabbed the rifle and pointed it away just in time for the plasma to leave the barrel.
"Not them." Kratos ordered, letting go of the steaming barrel.
"They're the ones who put us in there!" The alien complained, pointing at the elegantly-dressed citizens as they began to leave the room through whatever exit they could reach.
"We are leaving this planet. Let them live with their mistakes." Kratos said, staring down the gladiator. The warrior huffed and lowered his aim.
"What's the plan, sword person?" Korg asked.
"Find the hangar, steal the largest vessel we can find, and...save Asgard." Kratos sighed. He never thought he would say those words.
"Ass guard?" An alien in the group asked. They all snickered.
"Calm yourself, brother." Mimir whispered slowly.
"I. Am. Calm." Kratos said, the veins on his forehead bulging.
"Where to, boss?" Korg said, trying to change the subject.
"We find the hangar." Kratos reiterated.
The group wandered the halls of the enormous palace. The walls were adorned with so many artifacts and decorations, it would take any one person thousands of years to accumulate it. Tapestries and skulls, chandeliers and weapons from thousands of different cultures and civilizations. The gladiators took what they could as they wandered down the unguarded halls.
"You think we could pay a visit to the grandmaster?" One of the warriors called out. The others cheered in agreement.
"We do not have time for your squabbles." Kratos replied. "Thor may have already reached Asgard. If we are not there to lend aid, then your rebellion will mean nothing."
"Yeah. OUR rebellion. Exactly. What makes you in charge all of a sudden?" Another gladiator posed.
The gladiators all mumbled amongst each other.
"WELL, MY CHILDREN, IT'S BEEN A BLAST. UH, UH...BYE.."
The voice of the Grandmaster echoed through the city. Suddenly, a rocket could be heard launching from an upper level of the palace. Through the enormous window, the group watched as the escape pod flew overhead, then sputtered and crashed into the junkyard beyond the city limits.
"There is your Grandmaster. Anyone who wants to find his body before the cannibals do may be my guest." Kratos said to the group.
The group stayed quiet.
"Good."
Kratos turned to continue the search for the hangar. Eventually, they came across an elevator. Kratos pressed the call button, and the door swung open. The group all tried to cram into the small elevator. Kratos scowled in discomfort as more and more aliens tried to pack themselves in.
"We will, uh, wait for the next one." Korg said, scanning the cramped elevator, then to Kratos' unpleasant face. The doors closed, leaving half of the group behind.
"Can anyone reach the buttons?" Mimir shouted, his voice muffled by the bodies around him.
"Who said that?" One alien called out.
"I think I can." Said another.
"That's not a button, that's me...but I didn't say stop."
"Eeew."
"Got the button!"
"Nope. Me again."
"Eeeeeeew."
"I will punch my fist through all of you to reach that button if you do not hasten your efforts" Kratos warned.
"Ok, I think I got it."
A boop could be heard, and the elevator groaned into motion. The elevator played soft Latin music as the group's awkward silence grew deafening.
"Really?"
"What?"
"I think Grolp splunged."
"Aw, come on, Grolp!"
"What? I can't control when I splunge! It's an involuntary contraction!"
After what felt like hours for the increasingly impatient demigod, the doors opened. In his impatience, Kratos pushed the entire group out of the elevator with one quick shove. The group poured out onto the floor, and the elevator closed to go back down for the rest of the group.
Kratos entered the giant hangar. He looked over and saw the spasming Loki. He was drooling on the floor, an obedience disk hooked to his neck. Loki pointed his eyes to the remote located a few meters away. Kratos ran over and pressed the button on the remote, turning the disk off. Loki caught his breath and got himself off the floor.
"Who did this?" Kratos asked.
"Thor." Loki said, rubbing the red spot on his neck. "He left me here and threw away the remote. Granted, I suppose I deserved it..."
"Thor..." Kratos mumbled. Why would he leave Loki here? Kratos began to feel the anger rise in his stomach.
"Well, hey it worked out!" Mimir said, trying to keep his old friend calm. "Let's not make rash decisions."
"I will speak with Thor later, then I will decide how 'rash' I want to be." Kratos replied.
"There she is, our ticket out of here." Korg said, having made it to the hangar. Kratos turned to look at what Korg was pointing to. There stood a massive cruiser, its blue paint job chipped and worn.
"You are coming with us." Kratos said to Loki.
"Oh, don't worry, if we are going to Asgard, then I'll come willingly."
Kratos raised an eyebrow.
"Thor and I had a chat. I guess he told some harsh truths I needed to hear."
"What truths?" Kratos asked.
"Plenty of time for that later. Everybody on board! We head for the Anus!"
Kratos sighed as Loki turned to board the massive ship.
As the cruiser left the planet, the city below began to be torn apart. Had any of them looked down, they would have seen a small winged figure, swiping his sword through the air far above the city. With each swipe of his blade, the city below was torn apart by strips of red energy, obliterating buildings and people alike.
/
Heimdall raised Hofund to defend the remaining Asgardians, who were helplessly trapped on the rainbow bridge. They watched as Hela's undead berserkers closed in on them, quickly killing any Asgardians who took up arms against them. The crowd's weight began to push some civilians off the edge of the bridge as they backed further and further away from the approaching army. The inhuman stamina of the undead, coupled with the gurgling noise they made only served to create more panic.
Heimdall fought hard, killing dozens of the wights, but they kept coming, and a berserker's blade managed to slash his leg. Heimdall staggered but swung Hofund hard enough to kill two more before he was kicked to the ground. He shielded his face from the berserker above him, knowing full well it was a useless notion. He waited for the zombie's blade to strike, but instead of a blade hitting his body, it was the monster's head. He looked up and saw Kratos, the Blade of Olympus glowing in the fog.
"Nice sword." Kratos observed, looking at the gleaming Hofund.
"No need to be cheeky, Olympian" Heimdall replied, looking back at the massive Olmypian blade.
Kratos rested the Blade on his shoulder and offered a hand to the fallen Asgardian. Heimdall took it and got to his feet, still limping on his slashed leg.
"Now we are square." Kratos replied. He swung the Blade, shooting a blue beam of energy into the incoming horde of berserkers. The beam vaporized through their decaying bodies, instantly dropping an entire column of the undead.
The wind began to build as the sound of a massive engine filled the air. The Asgardians turned to see what was making the noise, only to see Loki, dressed in his royal horns and robes, arms outreached, floating towards them through the fog.
"YOUR SAVIOR IS HERE!" Loki called out to the crowd. As he flew closer, the hulking cruiser began to appear through the fog, with Loki standing on its balcony. Heimdall and Kratos both rolled their eyes in unison.
The cruiser lowered itself until Loki was able to lower a drawbridge for the crowd below. He stepped off, followed by the Sakaarian Gladiators.
"I bring reinforcements." Kratos said to Heimdall, turning back to face the incoming horde.
"I know. I saw." Heimdall replied, raising Hofund to meet the berserkers. The gladiators all fell into line alongside the two gods.
"Did you miss me?" Loki said, smiling at the crowd of frightened citizens. "Everybody onto that ship, now!"
The civilians all began to pour onto the drawbridge, clawing their way past each other to be first on. Loki didn't realize the gravity of their desperation, and almost got caught up in the panic. He managed to push his way past the crowd and walked up to Heimdall and Kratos.
"Welcome home. I saw you coming." Heimdall said, not taking his eyes away from the charging army before them.
"Of course you did." Loki replied, pulling two blades from his sleeves.
Kratos brought his blade down onto the berserkers as they charged into the fighting line, slicing one cleanly in half. He stabbed the Blade of Olympus into the ground, sending a wave of blue power rippling through the enemy army, ripping armor and bones from bodies, and pushing dozens of berserkers off the edge of the bridge. Heimdall and the gladiators followed suit and held the berserkers back with volleys of plasma and steel. Kratos charged ahead of his allies, equipped the Nemean Cestuses and threw them to the left and right. The gauntlets hit the bridge with a metallic clank as the chains rattled and fell silent. The undead army approached, then stopped to observe the calm warrior in front of them who had just thrown away his weapons. They looked at the gauntlets, then back to Kratos, then resumed their charge, their decaying vocal cords snarling and grunting with each useless breath they took.
Kratos waited until the horde was but meters away, then he grabbed the chains in his hands and slammed the two gauntlets together. Kratos could almost see the realization on the berserker's faces as the Cestuses met together, creating a sonic wave powerful enough to blast away everything in the vicinity. The charge of the army was halted as the blast pushed any berserkers that didn't get vaporized backward into their brothers. Kratos could hear the gladiators catching up with him as they finished off the stragglers. As the remaining undead staggered to their feet, he felt the heat of plasma arc past him into the shuffling bodies of Hela's berserkers, ripping apart body parts and cutting through armor. Kratos looked down at the upper half of a berserker that managed to crawl up to him. He rested his foot on its face and pressed. The berserker squealed loudly as its head cracked apart, then crumpled completely under Kratos' boot.
"Another wave, brother." Mimir noticed as the ground rumbled once again with the sound of hundreds of shuffling feet. He turned to the black wall of undead that came down the bridge to meet them. Some berserkers were pushed off the sides of the bridge by the inertia of their feral brothers.
Kratos looked to the gladiators, who were all breathing heavily. Heimdall was limping, but still in the fight. Loki seemed unhurt. Only about half of the thousands of Asgardian civilians had made it onto the skinny gangplank onto the cruiser.
"Prepare." Kratos said. The group readied their weapons.
The ground began to shake again, but not from the horde of undead. It came from the sky. The clouds above began to darken and rumble with the energy of a massive storm. A titanic bolt of lightning struck the King's Palace, destroying the walls and shooting hundreds of tons of material into the air. The bolts of electricity engulfed the entire city as they arced from the palace. The sound of the lightning hit the group like a shockwave, louder than any thunder Kratos had ever heard. He squinted his eyes and saw a figure flying from the destruction. It was Thor, but not as Kratos had ever seen him. Something had changed. Thor dropped down into the horde, the lightning that surrounded him scorching a dozen berserkers and blasting back a dozen more.
"YOU!" Kratos called out. "You left Loki to die on that planet!"
"I knew you would find him on your way to the hangar!" Thor said, grabbing a berserker by the neck and letting the lightning from his hand rip away at its body.
"You left him spasming on the ground!" Kratos said, punching a berserker's head clean off.
"Loki would have betrayed us all had I not done so!" Thor explained, throwing the charred berserker corpse into a group of undead. "Long story. I wouldn't have left him if it wasn't necessary."
"Then I will be the one to ensure he doesn't do so in the future. Not you!" Kratos yelled back, grabbing a berserker and ripping it in half.
"Fine by me!" Thor replied.
"YOU...are missing an eye!"
"Don't remind me!"
From the other side of the bridge, the Grandmaster's Commodore began to spew fireworks into the air. Brunnhilde appeared from inside the broken ship, Dragonfang in hand. She managed to take down a couple of berserkers before joining the defending line. Volleys of plasma from the gladiators plowed into the oncoming horde as Olympian, Asgardians, and Sakaarians fought back the wave of undead. With the Blades of Chaos in hand, Kratos jumped above the horde, then drove the blades into the ground, sending fire into the rows of berserkers, burning away what little flesh they had left and creating a shockwave powerful enough to grind bones into dust.
"Bunch of show-offs. Taking all the kills." Brunnhilde said to Heimdall as the two cut through the enemy. Heimdall looked to Kratos and Thor, who were well ahead of them, mowing down zombies like they were dandelions.
"Fine by me. The less work we have to do, the more energy we have for when she shows up." Heimdall replied, pulling Hofund from the gut of a berserker.
"Who shows up?" Brunnhilde asked.
"Her." Loki replied, looking to the far side of the bridge.
Kratos decapitated one of the last berserkers. He looked for a third wave, but saw only Hela, wearing her full battle armor, and looking quite displeased.
Thor looked in horror as the woman he just escaped from came back for more.
"I think we should disband the Revengers." Thor stated, looking nervous.
"Just hit her with a lightning blast." Loki stated.
"I just hit her with the biggest lightning blast in the history of lightning blasts, it did nothing." Thor replied.
"We need to hold her off until everybody's on board." Brunnhilde said to the remaining defenders, looking back to the crowd of civilians who still hadn't boarded the cruiser.
"We need to stop her here and now, not just hold her off. As long as she's alive, she will hunt us." Thor argued.
"I know your lore. There is an easier way to be rid of her. But it is...bad." Kratos said.
"Brother, no!" Mimir exclaimed. "There has to be a better way than that!"
"If Asgard is what's giving her power, then Asgard must fall." Thor agreed, looking towards what had been his home for so many centuries. "The vault. Surtr's crown."
"Bold move, brother. Even for me." Loki said, running off for the Commodore.
"Loki!" Kratos called out. He turned to Thor. "Can you handle the crone?"
"Go, make sure he doesn't try to run." Thor said, his eye turning blue with electric power. "We will hold her off for as long as we can."
Kratos nodded and followed after his son. Loki looked back and rolled his eyes.
"Leave me alone, old man! I don't need to be babysat!"
"You have a habit of lying."
"This is more important than petty trickery! Trust that I will do this."
"I will trust it when I see it."
The two ran into the Commodore, which groaned as it took off, but still seemed skyworthy.
"This is madness." Loki said, steering the small corvette to the palace.
"Why, because you won't sit on the throne if we accomplish our task?" Kratos replied cynically.
"No. Because we are about to wake up a giant fire monster to kill my sister and destroy my home. Why don't you just decapitate her, and all of this will be over!"
"She may just walk it off," Mimir mentioned. "I'm not sure what kills the goddess of death."
"We may fail. Ragnarok will not." Kratos chimed in. "Thor wants his home destroyed, we will destroy it."
"As long as it saves my people." Loki sighed.
"And you care?" Kratos asked.
"I'm not a monster, old man. I'm greedy, but...I'm not cruel. At least...I don't think I am…"
"Hmf."
They landed the ship at the gates of the palace. The door was destroyed, and they entered easily, walking through the shattered glass and crushed stone. Loki looked at the pile of rubble where the throne used to sit. He sighed and kept moving. They followed the stairs to the lowest level. Loki pressed his hand to the giant door that led to the vault, which recognized Loki's royal DNA and opened. Inside, the dark room surged with eldritch power from all the artifacts that were held within. Kratos felt a familiar feeling. He stood still and listened for the faint noise he could hear from inside. Loki ran past him to find Surtr's head, but Kratos didn't notice. Out of the dead silence of the vault, he heard a voice. A lullaby. A song he hadn't heard since...
"Faye?"
Kratos followed the sound of the voice, past the columns and artifacts, until he reached the back wall. On a pedestal, like all the other artifacts, rested an axe. An axe he hadn't seen in thousands of years. An axe he hadn't seen since that night. The night Faye died. He picked up the axe from its holder, and felt the cold of the blade on his fingertips. The voice stopped singing, and he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. Kratos sighed and rested his hand on top of the ghostly hand on his shoulder.
"The world is madness, Faye. Our son is walking the path of so many gods before him. The path of power and greed. The path of Zeus and Hela and...me. What do I do?"
A whisper came from the darkness
"Save him."
"Save...him? How?"
"Well you can let go of my hand for one!" Said Loki from behind. Kratos looked at the hand on his shoulder. It was Loki's hand as he tried to pull his father to the exit. Surtr's head began to shake and rumble as it sat in the Eternal Flame. Kratos let go of Loki's hand, who pulled his hand away and shook it violently.
"You are...REALLY strong. Ow..." Loki mumbled as he nursed his crushed hand. Kratos looked to the darkness. The singing was gone. The vault was silent. He looked at the axe in his hand. Save him. From what? When?
"Come on, dad, let's leave before he wakes up!"
Kratos looked as Surtr's head began to grow in size. He followed Loki out of the vault and out into the quaking palace. Kratos didn't notice the disappearance of a certain tesseract, strangely missing from its pedestal within the quaking vault.
/
"You can't defeat me." Hela announced as an out-of-breath Thor limped away from her.
"No," He groaned. "But he can."
As soon as he spoke, the palace of Asgard exploded in a titanic burst of flame. The entirety of Asgard shook, setting Hela off-balance. As she struggled to regain her composure, Brunnhilde jumped from behind a pile of the dead, and stabbed her through the chest, pinning her to the bridge with Dragonfang. Hela groaned and focused her eyes on the woman who just stuck her.
"Huh, so it doesn't kill her." Brunnhilde said to herself, remembering Kratos' words from before. As Hela reached to form a blade, Thor zapped the bridge with a bolt of his newly-discovered power. The bridge beneath her cracked and buckled, and Hela fell into the ocean below.
/
Loki started the engines of the Commodore. The sound of whirring machinery, a pop and a sputter was all the ship could muster.
"Great. Well, it was nice knowing you." Loki said, leaning back in his chair and waiting for their inevitable demise.
"Do not hasten to your death so quickly, boy." Kratos said. As he spoke, the Stark Enterprises wing chassis, still attached to his armor, activated. The wings popped out, the jets sprang to life and Kratos motioned for Loki to get on.
"I am not piggybacking on you."
"Then I will drag you by your feet."
/
"This is humiliating, you know." Loki said as Kratos carried him over the city. The helmet warned him how little fuel his wings had left to propel them towards the cruiser.
"I suppose letting you go would be preferable?" Kratos replied.
Loki sighed and held on.
Kratos watched as Surtr, now fully formed, swung his blade into the city. The single swing of the massive sword crushed dozens of homes.
"I AM YOUR DOOM, ASGARD!" The voice of the fire giant rang through the air.
"Kratos, the fuel levels are getting extremely low." The helmet warned. "I'm uncertain if you can make it to the cruiser."
Kratos hit full throttle, and the two rocketed towards the cruiser. As the two hurtled through the sky, the wing's engines began to sputter, then die. Kratos pulled out a blade and threw it at the hull of the ship. The blade managed to reach, sticking into the hull, and dragging the two behind it. With one hand, Kratos pulled himself and Loki up the chain until they reached the hull.
Hulk landed gracefully onto the ship's hangar, putting Brunnhilde and Thor down. The two were exhausted and didn't hear the thunk thunk sound coming from outside. Hulk turned around with curiosity and looked out the opening. There was Loki, hanging onto Kratos' back, the Blades of Chaos being used to claw their way to the opening.
"Hey, puny god!" Hulk said as he pointed and laughed at Loki's situation.
"You know what? Let me drop. I'll take my chances with Surtr." Loki said as Hulk cheered them on.
Kratos reached the opening and Hulk pulled them in. Loki dusted himself off.
"Boo!" Hulk yelled as he reached for Loki. Loki flinched, then cringed as Hulk began to walk away, roaring with laughter.
The ship blasted away from Asgard as Hela and Surtr duked it out. Surtr plunged his sword into the earth, laughing maniacally as he did so. The realm of Asgard rumbled, then exploded in a ball of light. Kratos and Loki watched from the window.
"Well, I guess we have at least one thing in common now." Loki frowned and said to Kratos. "We both helped destroy our homes."
"Hmf." Kratos replied. "You did it to save your people. I did it to destroy mine."
"Tell me," Loki said after a pause. "Why did you do it?"
"My father was a cruel and petty god, like so many other gods. I sought revenge. I will speak no more of it." Kratos replied.
"And what did it feel like, getting revenge against your father? For all that wrong, all the lies and betrayals?"
"It felt..." Kratos thought for a moment. "It felt empty. The wrongs remained. The lies and betrayals...remained. Nothing changed."
Loki looked down, the answer he wanted to hear was desperately missing from Kratos' answer.
"No satisfaction at all?" Loki said, looking back to Kratos.
"No." Kratos replied, not taking his eyes off the exploding world.
"Hmm." Loki looked back to the floor.
The two watched the planet slowly expand into a ball of molten rocks and debris.
"Who was my mother?" Loki asked after some time.
"Why do you care now?"
"Space is big. We have time, I guess."
"Very well. Your mother...was a warrior of great cunning and skill. She was a witch of many talents. She taught me more things than many years of battle ever could. When you were born, she made this."
Kratos pulled the axe from his belt. Loki looked at it, feeling the cold breach the distance between him and the blade.
"She said when you were ready, you were to have this."
"What did she mean, 'when I was ready'?"
"I do not know. She said I would know when you were."
"It's a little bulky for my taste." Loki observed.
"Those horns on your crown tell a different story." Kratos stated.
Loki smirked. "Got me there, I suppose."
Kratos put the axe back onto his belt. Loki looked over and frowned.
"You're not gonna give it to me?"
"No."
"I actually kind of want it now, though."
"No."
"But my birth mother made it for me, you just said."
"This is the last thing of your birth mother in this world. You are not having it. Not yet."
"Really?"
"You are not having it."
"Come on!"
"No."
"Come on. I'm half Frost Giant, and what better tool for a Frost Giant than a frost axe?"
"No."
/
Thor poured himself a drink. He looked in the mirror and rubbed his new eyepatch. It itched, but he assumed that would go away over time. In the mirror, he noticed a figure appear behind him.
"It suits you." Loki said from behind. Thor turned to face his brother.
"Maybe you're not so bad after all. Brother." Thor said calmly.
"Maybe not." Loki replied. "Perhaps I was wrong about him too."
"I was wrong about him once. Then I spent time with him. You would do well to spend time with him too."
"I may just do that."
"We couldn't have saved them all without you. I would give you a hug if you were here." Thor said, grabbing a decoration from his desk and tossing it at Loki. Loki caught the object and grinned.
"I'm here." he said.
/
"Well, after two thousand years, you finally had your chance to destroy Asgard. How did it feel?" Mimir asked as Kratos sat at the window of his quarters.
"It had to be done. But it was...therapeutic." Kratos replied, glad to be out of his armor and in something comfortable.
"Now to figure out what to do about Thanos."
"Loki is our only concern now."
"Brother, don't make me lecture you again about this."
"The Asgardians are safe. We have met many warriors on our journey. The wizard, the Valkyrie, the Avengers. The Hulk has been found. The odds grow in our favor. Thanos will be dealt with without my aid. I will take Loki to a safe planet, and we will stay there."
"Brother…Earth needs you. You said yourself they were doomed."
"If you were a father, would you not do the same?"
"I-"
"There is no more to discuss."
The two sat for a moment.
"Fine." Mimir finally said.
"Fine." Kratos replied.
There was another long silence. Suddenly, a shadow began to loom through Kratos' window. Something massive was blocking the light from the nearby star. And Kratos recognized the shape.
"No…" Mimir whispered.
"You got your wish, head." Kratos grumbled as he reached for his armor.