Post by jordan on Aug 13, 2014 14:52:35 GMT -5
All Star Marvel Proudly Presents
Thor Odinson
In
The Last Asgardian
Chapter I
A Broken Heart, a Broken Home
By Jordan
*
Then
Thunder roars as lightning shatters the ground, falling out of the midnight sky like a streak of Heaven’s fury. Bodies fly and blood layers the ground, warriors trying to survive dance in battle through the streams and puddles of blood lying thick on the broken grounds. This is Asgard, the home of the Gods.
“We must work our way west and meet up with Odin! We are stronger together than separate!” A young blond warrior calls out, his perfection complexion and chiseled chin marred by blood and gore. They call him Fandral the Dashing, the most beautiful man in Asgard, one of the courageous Warriors Three.
“Indeed, Fandral, but to work west we may run afoul of Laufey.” An older, but not too old, man calls out, his near-black eyes scanning the ruins of his home for any sight of allies and enemies alike. His name is Hogun the Grimm, the most dangerous warrior is Asgard’s long history.
“Odin is not the one who needs our help, brothers; we must help those in need; those weaker Asgardians and those Elves and Dwarves whom live among us. They are the ones who need our help, not Odin!” A plump middle-aged man calls out, his main of red hair swaying in the destitute winds. His name is Volstagg, the Valiant, the leader of the Warriors Three and one of the few survivors of the War of Winters.
“Don’t be foolish, Volstagg, we cannot help every elf and dwarf, we must secure the sanctity of our home!” Hogun cries, his axe flying out and taking off the head of a small blue man made of ice—a Frost Giant foot soldier.
“We must help Odin and if that means to fight Laufey, so be it!” Fandral yells over the booms of thunder, crushing his sword through another frost giant.
“We must unite our strengths like times before and follow my lead. We will secure the sanctity of our home, but it is not our home if our family has died.” Volstagg pleads, trying to once more unite his team of elite warriors. Another boom of thunder, more frost giants fall, and Volstagg watches as his family of Dwarves, Elves and Asgardians fall on the pikes of the frost giants. Hogun watches as the central tower at the heart of Asgard crumbles down as Laufey stands atop the spire. Fandral slowly breaks away from the group and carves a path through the legions of giants with his sword.
“Will you follow me or will you watch Laufey claim our home?!”
“Your separation will be your end.” A smooth, calm voice calls out to the three. The Warriors twist their heads in every direction until the find him standing unharmed in the middle of the legions of Frost Giants. He wears a slim helmet accented by ram horns on either side, his emerald green eyes staring the red fog of war.
“Loki, is that you? Thank Odin! Talk sense into these men!” Volstagg calls out, tossing one more giant into another and moving towards Loki.
“Something isn’t right here, why are you not killing the giants. Your power is mighty.” Hogun asks, still swinging his axe at the hordes of giants.
“No, young Hogun, my brother’s power is mighty. Me? I deceive, I play games and, in the end, I win.”
“Loki, that look in your eyes—“ Volstagg begins but he is cut short when a spear is shoved through his chest, blood squirting out his back. He looks down at the emerald spear, his eyes following it back to its owner. He cannot believe what has happened. At the other end of the long spear stands Loki, his brother, his fellow warrior, his fellow Asgardian. “B-but why, brother Loki?”
“You were never my brother.” Loki pulls the spear from Volstagg’s chest and swipes it at Hogun, slicing a thick cut across his face and knocking him to the ground. “And this was never my home!” Loki raises the spear dramatically above his and forces it down, thrusting it down through his leg, severing it completely from his body. Blood pours from the wound.
“We trusted you, Loki.”
“And that’s your fault. You should never trust family, they’ll always hurt you in the end.” Loki slowly falls back into the bloody fog of war in search for Fandral the Dashing.
*
“Laufey has taken the tower, father!” A young man calls out, his flowing blond hair rustling in the wind. A thick plated armor runs over his body leaving his arms uncovered. Carved into the armor are symbols telling the story of the War of Winters from so long ago. A thick, groomed beard plays across his face as his baby-blue eyes are narrowed, staring at the massive blue man made of ice—the frost giant king Laufey. His name is Thor, son of Odin and leader of the Asgardian armies.
“He has taken the tower but he will not take Asgard! Thor! Sif! This is our last stand! To Laufey!” Odin, king of gods, father of Thor, Loki and Balder, calls out, his long white beard dropping to his feet. Instantly Thor stands by his side, hammer at the ready. By Thor’s side stands a beautiful young woman, her hair short and green, her eyes a beautiful velvety red. She is clad in battle armor fully platting her torso but leaving her arms and legs uncovered. A long arched sword is grasped firmly in her hands. In unison, the three start sprinting towards the frost giant Laufey.
“You think you can beat me, Odin?! It took your father to beat me last time!”
“Silence, Laufey! You are not but a gnat in my kingdom, your army a swarm of mosquitoes. Annoying, but easy to kill!”
“Have you told your son the truth of his brother?” Laufey hurdles a massive boulder down at the three. Odin and Sif step back and Thor readies for the impact. As the boulder slides to the three Thor swings his hammer and shatters the boulder sending fragments in every direction.
“Has he told me what, father?” Thor looks down at his father but does not turn his head to Laufey.
“He’s trying to get into your head, my son. Listen not. Speak with your hammer and not with your mouth. This will be over soon enough.” Thor nods his head and the three continue their long sprint up the side of the spire.
“He lies to you Thor! Loki is not your brother, he is my son!” Laufey hurdles another boulder at the three and the same stance is taken up.
“Your tongue is twisted in riddles and lies, demon! Loki is my son!”
“You stole him from me!” As Thor swings at the boulder and shatters it, Laufey fires a bolt of ice that strikes through Sif’s heart. The beautiful woman falls to her knees, blood flows from her wound.
“Sif!” Thor cries out, falling to his knees and placing his hand over her heart. Tears fall from her eyes as she drops her sword to the ground.
“T-Thor…I am sorry…I told you…”
“You told me you’d never leave me, Sif! Do not leave me!” Thor screams to the heavens as he kisses her cheek softly. “I love you Sif. I love you.” Sif’s eyes go dark as her lifeless body drops to the ground. “No!” Thor calls out, a small tear dripping from his right eye. He holds her body close before regaining his feet. He grips his hammer tight in his right hand. “Laufey. You will pay for this!” He smashes his hammer against the ground and brings down a heavy bolt of lightning onto Laufey, knocking the king from his feet. Odin jumps up and slashes at Laufey, cutting the thick scar through his arm. Laufey hollers in pain but doesn’t stop. He regains his feet quickly and pulls out his own sword clashing with Odin. Thor begins a dead sprint towards the fight. He sends lightning and rain at Laufey, but Laufey refuses to falter, slashing at Odin, first cutting off a single finger, then Odin’s left eye. He swings at Odin’s sword bearing hand and lobs it off. As Odin grasps his hand in pain, Laufey delivers the final blow and watches as Odin’s bloodied head rolls down the gentle slope. Thor doesn’t stop as he passes the head in mid-stride. “You will pay for your sins, Laufey!” Thor leaps into the air and comes down hard on Laufey, shatter his right shoulder and forcing him to drop his sword. Before Laufey can regain his breath, Thor spins in a quick circle and brings the hammer against the giant’s chest, sending him flying off the spire.
“Do not forget, Thor, that your whole life is a lie.”
“Shut up, you murderer.” Thor smashes his hammer against the ground once more and sends a massive bolt of blue lightning down from the clouds and strikes Laufey. In seconds, Laufey is incinerated and Thor is left standing alone beside the headless body of his dead father, staring down at the bloody war below him. He sees Sif’s body lying motionless in the dust. He sees Volstagg lying face-down in a puddle of his own blood. He sees the last moments of Hogun’s life as the hero attempts to reattach his leg, but fails, dying a wounded warrior. He watches as Fandral attempts to win the fight himself, but being overcome by the hordes of frost giants who now are without a king. He watches as his home falls and his family dies. He doesn’t care if his life is a lie. It is still his life. But it is coming to an end, and Thor will make sure it ends on his own terms. “By the power of Bor, the first King of Asgard, let the thunder roar!” Thor calls to the skies, gripping his legendary hammer in both hands. He swings it high above his head before bringing it down on the ground. A large crack forms from the impact and arches of lightning play out across the broken kingdom. He slams his hammer against the ground again and the crack grows bigger and the lightning more violent. He slams his hammer once more. And then again. And then again. He does it with such rapid succession that the sky turns white, illuminated by the fury of the lightning. He takes his hammer above his head and spreads his arms. He is carried up into the sky by the winds and begins twisting in the air, his hammer pulling his near-weightless body. Around and around and around and around Thor twists and twirls, the wind and the rain and the lightning forming a storm around him. And before any of the giants know it, a massive tornado has formed around the Mighty Thor. And in seconds, only Thor is left standing in the kingdom of Asgard. Bodies lay strewn across the streets—the bodies of his friends and enemies alike.
*
Now
“And that is why I turned to whiskey. The burn in my throat makes me feel pain other than that of my dead family, my dead father, my dead lover and my dead friends.” The massive frame of Thor sits in a tiny wooden chair, his baby blues fixed on the shocked faces of every man and woman in the room of twenty. He sits gathered in a meeting of men and women, all facing each other in a large circle.
“T-thank you, um, Thor Odinson. I appreciate you sharing your story with us today.” The young red-head leader of the Alcoholics Anonymous meeting says, her face twisted in shock, her mouth hanging wide open, her beautiful emerald green eyes staring at the massive blond man claiming to be a Norse god. “Did you have any whiskey before you came over here, Thor?”
“Absolute, Jane Foster, if not I would not be so talkative.” Thor’s face is twisted in confusion as to why everyone else looks confused. Is it just a human thing?
“Well I think that, with that story, our meeting is over. Same time next week folks.” Jane Foster writes something down in her notebook, stands, and walks out of the room. Everyone else in the circle immediately stands and leaves as well, all bustling off to their jobs or their families or their bottles. The only two men left seated in the small room are Thor and a young, muscular black man.
“You for real about this Asgard bullshit? Or you just playin’ with us man?”
“I am…for real, sir. I am the son of Odin, King of Asgard, and I watched my world die sixty-two years ago. Now, I walk amongst humans and indulge in their lifestyles, for mine has been obliterated.”
“Listen, man, my name’s Luke Cage and, well…I think I got something you might want to see.” Thor raises his eyebrow in confusion once more as the man stands up and walks over to him. He pulls out his phone and opens up a video. “This man, the news is calling him Thunderstrike. He look familiar?” Thor watches as a man clad in the same armor as Thor’s father Odin wore on the day of his death, flies around New York City and stops an armed bank robbery with a hammer resembling Mjolnir, Thor’s hammer.
“Where did this man come from?”
“I ain’t sure man. Nobody’s sure.”
“Take me to him.”
“You want me to?”
“I must find out who wears my father’s armor.” Thor stands and suddenly his hammer appears in his right hand. Hold on to my arm. Luke Cage doesn’t give the order a second thought as he grasps Thor’s arm. Thor points his hammer towards the sky and, with a loud boom of thunder, the two disappear.
Thor Odinson
In
The Last Asgardian
Chapter I
A Broken Heart, a Broken Home
By Jordan
*
Then
Thunder roars as lightning shatters the ground, falling out of the midnight sky like a streak of Heaven’s fury. Bodies fly and blood layers the ground, warriors trying to survive dance in battle through the streams and puddles of blood lying thick on the broken grounds. This is Asgard, the home of the Gods.
“We must work our way west and meet up with Odin! We are stronger together than separate!” A young blond warrior calls out, his perfection complexion and chiseled chin marred by blood and gore. They call him Fandral the Dashing, the most beautiful man in Asgard, one of the courageous Warriors Three.
“Indeed, Fandral, but to work west we may run afoul of Laufey.” An older, but not too old, man calls out, his near-black eyes scanning the ruins of his home for any sight of allies and enemies alike. His name is Hogun the Grimm, the most dangerous warrior is Asgard’s long history.
“Odin is not the one who needs our help, brothers; we must help those in need; those weaker Asgardians and those Elves and Dwarves whom live among us. They are the ones who need our help, not Odin!” A plump middle-aged man calls out, his main of red hair swaying in the destitute winds. His name is Volstagg, the Valiant, the leader of the Warriors Three and one of the few survivors of the War of Winters.
“Don’t be foolish, Volstagg, we cannot help every elf and dwarf, we must secure the sanctity of our home!” Hogun cries, his axe flying out and taking off the head of a small blue man made of ice—a Frost Giant foot soldier.
“We must help Odin and if that means to fight Laufey, so be it!” Fandral yells over the booms of thunder, crushing his sword through another frost giant.
“We must unite our strengths like times before and follow my lead. We will secure the sanctity of our home, but it is not our home if our family has died.” Volstagg pleads, trying to once more unite his team of elite warriors. Another boom of thunder, more frost giants fall, and Volstagg watches as his family of Dwarves, Elves and Asgardians fall on the pikes of the frost giants. Hogun watches as the central tower at the heart of Asgard crumbles down as Laufey stands atop the spire. Fandral slowly breaks away from the group and carves a path through the legions of giants with his sword.
“Will you follow me or will you watch Laufey claim our home?!”
“Your separation will be your end.” A smooth, calm voice calls out to the three. The Warriors twist their heads in every direction until the find him standing unharmed in the middle of the legions of Frost Giants. He wears a slim helmet accented by ram horns on either side, his emerald green eyes staring the red fog of war.
“Loki, is that you? Thank Odin! Talk sense into these men!” Volstagg calls out, tossing one more giant into another and moving towards Loki.
“Something isn’t right here, why are you not killing the giants. Your power is mighty.” Hogun asks, still swinging his axe at the hordes of giants.
“No, young Hogun, my brother’s power is mighty. Me? I deceive, I play games and, in the end, I win.”
“Loki, that look in your eyes—“ Volstagg begins but he is cut short when a spear is shoved through his chest, blood squirting out his back. He looks down at the emerald spear, his eyes following it back to its owner. He cannot believe what has happened. At the other end of the long spear stands Loki, his brother, his fellow warrior, his fellow Asgardian. “B-but why, brother Loki?”
“You were never my brother.” Loki pulls the spear from Volstagg’s chest and swipes it at Hogun, slicing a thick cut across his face and knocking him to the ground. “And this was never my home!” Loki raises the spear dramatically above his and forces it down, thrusting it down through his leg, severing it completely from his body. Blood pours from the wound.
“We trusted you, Loki.”
“And that’s your fault. You should never trust family, they’ll always hurt you in the end.” Loki slowly falls back into the bloody fog of war in search for Fandral the Dashing.
*
“Laufey has taken the tower, father!” A young man calls out, his flowing blond hair rustling in the wind. A thick plated armor runs over his body leaving his arms uncovered. Carved into the armor are symbols telling the story of the War of Winters from so long ago. A thick, groomed beard plays across his face as his baby-blue eyes are narrowed, staring at the massive blue man made of ice—the frost giant king Laufey. His name is Thor, son of Odin and leader of the Asgardian armies.
“He has taken the tower but he will not take Asgard! Thor! Sif! This is our last stand! To Laufey!” Odin, king of gods, father of Thor, Loki and Balder, calls out, his long white beard dropping to his feet. Instantly Thor stands by his side, hammer at the ready. By Thor’s side stands a beautiful young woman, her hair short and green, her eyes a beautiful velvety red. She is clad in battle armor fully platting her torso but leaving her arms and legs uncovered. A long arched sword is grasped firmly in her hands. In unison, the three start sprinting towards the frost giant Laufey.
“You think you can beat me, Odin?! It took your father to beat me last time!”
“Silence, Laufey! You are not but a gnat in my kingdom, your army a swarm of mosquitoes. Annoying, but easy to kill!”
“Have you told your son the truth of his brother?” Laufey hurdles a massive boulder down at the three. Odin and Sif step back and Thor readies for the impact. As the boulder slides to the three Thor swings his hammer and shatters the boulder sending fragments in every direction.
“Has he told me what, father?” Thor looks down at his father but does not turn his head to Laufey.
“He’s trying to get into your head, my son. Listen not. Speak with your hammer and not with your mouth. This will be over soon enough.” Thor nods his head and the three continue their long sprint up the side of the spire.
“He lies to you Thor! Loki is not your brother, he is my son!” Laufey hurdles another boulder at the three and the same stance is taken up.
“Your tongue is twisted in riddles and lies, demon! Loki is my son!”
“You stole him from me!” As Thor swings at the boulder and shatters it, Laufey fires a bolt of ice that strikes through Sif’s heart. The beautiful woman falls to her knees, blood flows from her wound.
“Sif!” Thor cries out, falling to his knees and placing his hand over her heart. Tears fall from her eyes as she drops her sword to the ground.
“T-Thor…I am sorry…I told you…”
“You told me you’d never leave me, Sif! Do not leave me!” Thor screams to the heavens as he kisses her cheek softly. “I love you Sif. I love you.” Sif’s eyes go dark as her lifeless body drops to the ground. “No!” Thor calls out, a small tear dripping from his right eye. He holds her body close before regaining his feet. He grips his hammer tight in his right hand. “Laufey. You will pay for this!” He smashes his hammer against the ground and brings down a heavy bolt of lightning onto Laufey, knocking the king from his feet. Odin jumps up and slashes at Laufey, cutting the thick scar through his arm. Laufey hollers in pain but doesn’t stop. He regains his feet quickly and pulls out his own sword clashing with Odin. Thor begins a dead sprint towards the fight. He sends lightning and rain at Laufey, but Laufey refuses to falter, slashing at Odin, first cutting off a single finger, then Odin’s left eye. He swings at Odin’s sword bearing hand and lobs it off. As Odin grasps his hand in pain, Laufey delivers the final blow and watches as Odin’s bloodied head rolls down the gentle slope. Thor doesn’t stop as he passes the head in mid-stride. “You will pay for your sins, Laufey!” Thor leaps into the air and comes down hard on Laufey, shatter his right shoulder and forcing him to drop his sword. Before Laufey can regain his breath, Thor spins in a quick circle and brings the hammer against the giant’s chest, sending him flying off the spire.
“Do not forget, Thor, that your whole life is a lie.”
“Shut up, you murderer.” Thor smashes his hammer against the ground once more and sends a massive bolt of blue lightning down from the clouds and strikes Laufey. In seconds, Laufey is incinerated and Thor is left standing alone beside the headless body of his dead father, staring down at the bloody war below him. He sees Sif’s body lying motionless in the dust. He sees Volstagg lying face-down in a puddle of his own blood. He sees the last moments of Hogun’s life as the hero attempts to reattach his leg, but fails, dying a wounded warrior. He watches as Fandral attempts to win the fight himself, but being overcome by the hordes of frost giants who now are without a king. He watches as his home falls and his family dies. He doesn’t care if his life is a lie. It is still his life. But it is coming to an end, and Thor will make sure it ends on his own terms. “By the power of Bor, the first King of Asgard, let the thunder roar!” Thor calls to the skies, gripping his legendary hammer in both hands. He swings it high above his head before bringing it down on the ground. A large crack forms from the impact and arches of lightning play out across the broken kingdom. He slams his hammer against the ground again and the crack grows bigger and the lightning more violent. He slams his hammer once more. And then again. And then again. He does it with such rapid succession that the sky turns white, illuminated by the fury of the lightning. He takes his hammer above his head and spreads his arms. He is carried up into the sky by the winds and begins twisting in the air, his hammer pulling his near-weightless body. Around and around and around and around Thor twists and twirls, the wind and the rain and the lightning forming a storm around him. And before any of the giants know it, a massive tornado has formed around the Mighty Thor. And in seconds, only Thor is left standing in the kingdom of Asgard. Bodies lay strewn across the streets—the bodies of his friends and enemies alike.
*
Now
“And that is why I turned to whiskey. The burn in my throat makes me feel pain other than that of my dead family, my dead father, my dead lover and my dead friends.” The massive frame of Thor sits in a tiny wooden chair, his baby blues fixed on the shocked faces of every man and woman in the room of twenty. He sits gathered in a meeting of men and women, all facing each other in a large circle.
“T-thank you, um, Thor Odinson. I appreciate you sharing your story with us today.” The young red-head leader of the Alcoholics Anonymous meeting says, her face twisted in shock, her mouth hanging wide open, her beautiful emerald green eyes staring at the massive blond man claiming to be a Norse god. “Did you have any whiskey before you came over here, Thor?”
“Absolute, Jane Foster, if not I would not be so talkative.” Thor’s face is twisted in confusion as to why everyone else looks confused. Is it just a human thing?
“Well I think that, with that story, our meeting is over. Same time next week folks.” Jane Foster writes something down in her notebook, stands, and walks out of the room. Everyone else in the circle immediately stands and leaves as well, all bustling off to their jobs or their families or their bottles. The only two men left seated in the small room are Thor and a young, muscular black man.
“You for real about this Asgard bullshit? Or you just playin’ with us man?”
“I am…for real, sir. I am the son of Odin, King of Asgard, and I watched my world die sixty-two years ago. Now, I walk amongst humans and indulge in their lifestyles, for mine has been obliterated.”
“Listen, man, my name’s Luke Cage and, well…I think I got something you might want to see.” Thor raises his eyebrow in confusion once more as the man stands up and walks over to him. He pulls out his phone and opens up a video. “This man, the news is calling him Thunderstrike. He look familiar?” Thor watches as a man clad in the same armor as Thor’s father Odin wore on the day of his death, flies around New York City and stops an armed bank robbery with a hammer resembling Mjolnir, Thor’s hammer.
“Where did this man come from?”
“I ain’t sure man. Nobody’s sure.”
“Take me to him.”
“You want me to?”
“I must find out who wears my father’s armor.” Thor stands and suddenly his hammer appears in his right hand. Hold on to my arm. Luke Cage doesn’t give the order a second thought as he grasps Thor’s arm. Thor points his hammer towards the sky and, with a loud boom of thunder, the two disappear.