[ A funny thing happened on the way through Muspelheim.
There he was in a bleak realm of lava and dragons and such, on his way to get captured by Surtur and execute a truly brilliant plan with just the right amount of dramatic last-minute heroics, when a stranger came before him bearing urgent news. It was strange enough to see another person in Muspelheim that Thor had let himself be waylaid to hear her tale. (It wasn't as if Surtur was going anywhere, after all. What did Surtur even do these days? Did he have hobbies? Thor would have to ask him.)
The strange woman went on about time traveling renegades and the fate of the entire universe which, if the she wasn't insane, was really entirely up his alley. Thor had agreed to help, of course, but he was already sort of in the middle of saving the universe. Did the time travel aspect make this more, or less urgent, he had to wonder.
If she answered that question, he doesn't remember. He wakes up cold, in his underwear, in a place that smells like excrement and rot. The man nearby is rather forthcoming when he asks questions, which is refreshing enough that Thor complies with his request to get dressed in the meantime.
The names of places and wars mean little to him, but he soon understands that he is on midgard and his help is needed here. ]
1. LONE PINE
No no, you look great. You're going to be fine. Just - stay awake. [ His reassurances are wide-eyed and unconvincing.
Thor is up this wrists in blood, applying pressure to a wound that seems to want nothing more than to expel every drop of blood in the poor soldier's body. The man is shivering, clearly on the edge of death, and Thor knows with utter certainty that saving him isn't within his power. It may not be within anyone's power. He is no stranger to death or despair, but such a grim and needless waste of life doesn't leave him unaffected.
The nurses are all busy with the dead or the dying. He yells at the first person to step through the door, regardless of how willing or capable they might be. ]
Hey! I need your - can you do anything to help?
2. THE DESCENT
[ Thor understands that what he sees of the war is only a fraction, just the tail end of a grueling campaign. He's never seen such hopelessness and defeat in such a short time, and the relief of being allowed to go home seems to be the only thing on the soldiers' minds. None speak of it as a dishonorable surrender. None of them wish to return to the glory of battle. Battle isn't always glorious, Thor thought he knew that well, and yet... Sometimes he's still surprised by his own ignorance.
When the first shots go off, Thor does his best to orient himself toward the source. He leaves the group without a word, trudging through the snow and half-frozen ground with his hammer in his hand. The terrain isn't the easiest to navigate, even when he thinks he knows what he's doing, and he soon finds himself confronted by two men in unusual masks.
He doesn't bother with subtlety. Thor tosses Mjolnir in his hand, adjusting his grip. ] I suppose you're responsible for these cowardly attacks? I would have words with you. Down. Bad dog, perhaps.
[ One of the soldiers raises his gun, and Thor whips Mjolnir from his hand. The soldier dodges out of the way and, instead of arching around as he calls it, Mjolnir simply continues flying into the distance.
Thor only has a moment to stare after it, stupefied, before a shot whizzes past his temple.
Well, alright. Thanks for nothing, hammer. The other soldier has has also raised his gun by now, and rather than doing anything so logical as ducking for cover, Thor charges towards them. Another bullet slices open his shoulder, but Thor barely seems to notice.
He's going to need a hand, and soon, even if he doesn't know it yet. ]
3. DAVID VS. GOLIATH
[ The beach is awash with chaos, and for the first time some of the other COST agents become completely obvious to him. Thor has positioned himself near a cluster of soldiers, his hammer spinning in his hand, picking up speed until it forms a kind of circular shield to deflect bullets away from the procession. When he catches it in his grip again, lightening sparks across the surface of the weapon and seems to arch along his arm.
As a Regency soldier nears, the lightening disappears, but Thor charges for him with his hammer in hand. He's got a mean swing, as they say. When he hits a soldier, they go flying several feet, even with the power dampeners in place. He's currently engaged in a brawl with two Regency soldiers, each of them a foot taller than he is. However, getting caught up in the fight means he's distracted from his little group of ANZAC soldiers, and soon more of the Regency soldiers spot the undefended targets. ]
Stop them! [ Thor yells to his nearest ally and throws his hammer. Though it sends a Regency soldier flying back several feet, it stays where it lands and doesn't return to his hand. Mjolnir can't defy gravity to fly of its own accord, not with so many of the Regency soldiers nearby, but it will stay where it landed - it can only be wielded by those who are worthy. ]
4. ANCHORS AWEIGH
[ The ship is packed, but with the soldiers clustered in little groups Thor still manages to find a place to lean against the railing and tilt his face up to the sky. He's bleeding from the temple and clearly favoring his left side, but he's more or less as intact as he ever is. ]
Heimdall? [ His voice is loud enough to carry, but the soldiers all have better things to do than worry about some him yelling at the sky. Some of them speak to their own gods, if more quietly. ] Heimdall, do you hear me? Heimdall.
Thor | MCU | New Recruit
There he was in a bleak realm of lava and dragons and such, on his way to get captured by Surtur and execute a truly brilliant plan with just the right amount of dramatic last-minute heroics, when a stranger came before him bearing urgent news. It was strange enough to see another person in Muspelheim that Thor had let himself be waylaid to hear her tale. (It wasn't as if Surtur was going anywhere, after all. What did Surtur even do these days? Did he have hobbies? Thor would have to ask him.)
The strange woman went on about time traveling renegades and the fate of the entire universe which, if the she wasn't insane, was really entirely up his alley. Thor had agreed to help, of course, but he was already sort of in the middle of saving the universe. Did the time travel aspect make this more, or less urgent, he had to wonder.
If she answered that question, he doesn't remember. He wakes up cold, in his underwear, in a place that smells like excrement and rot. The man nearby is rather forthcoming when he asks questions, which is refreshing enough that Thor complies with his request to get dressed in the meantime.
The names of places and wars mean little to him, but he soon understands that he is on midgard and his help is needed here. ]
1. LONE PINE
No no, you look great. You're going to be fine. Just - stay awake. [ His reassurances are wide-eyed and unconvincing.
Thor is up this wrists in blood, applying pressure to a wound that seems to want nothing more than to expel every drop of blood in the poor soldier's body. The man is shivering, clearly on the edge of death, and Thor knows with utter certainty that saving him isn't within his power. It may not be within anyone's power. He is no stranger to death or despair, but such a grim and needless waste of life doesn't leave him unaffected.
The nurses are all busy with the dead or the dying. He yells at the first person to step through the door, regardless of how willing or capable they might be. ]
Hey! I need your - can you do anything to help?
2. THE DESCENT
[ Thor understands that what he sees of the war is only a fraction, just the tail end of a grueling campaign. He's never seen such hopelessness and defeat in such a short time, and the relief of being allowed to go home seems to be the only thing on the soldiers' minds. None speak of it as a dishonorable surrender. None of them wish to return to the glory of battle. Battle isn't always glorious, Thor thought he knew that well, and yet... Sometimes he's still surprised by his own ignorance.
When the first shots go off, Thor does his best to orient himself toward the source. He leaves the group without a word, trudging through the snow and half-frozen ground with his hammer in his hand. The terrain isn't the easiest to navigate, even when he thinks he knows what he's doing, and he soon finds himself confronted by two men in unusual masks.
He doesn't bother with subtlety. Thor tosses Mjolnir in his hand, adjusting his grip. ] I suppose you're responsible for these cowardly attacks? I would have words with you. Down. Bad dog, perhaps.
[ One of the soldiers raises his gun, and Thor whips Mjolnir from his hand. The soldier dodges out of the way and, instead of arching around as he calls it, Mjolnir simply continues flying into the distance.
Thor only has a moment to stare after it, stupefied, before a shot whizzes past his temple.
Well, alright. Thanks for nothing, hammer. The other soldier has has also raised his gun by now, and rather than doing anything so logical as ducking for cover, Thor charges towards them. Another bullet slices open his shoulder, but Thor barely seems to notice.
He's going to need a hand, and soon, even if he doesn't know it yet. ]
3. DAVID VS. GOLIATH
[ The beach is awash with chaos, and for the first time some of the other COST agents become completely obvious to him. Thor has positioned himself near a cluster of soldiers, his hammer spinning in his hand, picking up speed until it forms a kind of circular shield to deflect bullets away from the procession. When he catches it in his grip again, lightening sparks across the surface of the weapon and seems to arch along his arm.
As a Regency soldier nears, the lightening disappears, but Thor charges for him with his hammer in hand. He's got a mean swing, as they say. When he hits a soldier, they go flying several feet, even with the power dampeners in place. He's currently engaged in a brawl with two Regency soldiers, each of them a foot taller than he is. However, getting caught up in the fight means he's distracted from his little group of ANZAC soldiers, and soon more of the Regency soldiers spot the undefended targets. ]
Stop them! [ Thor yells to his nearest ally and throws his hammer. Though it sends a Regency soldier flying back several feet, it stays where it lands and doesn't return to his hand. Mjolnir can't defy gravity to fly of its own accord, not with so many of the Regency soldiers nearby, but it will stay where it landed - it can only be wielded by those who are worthy. ]
4. ANCHORS AWEIGH
[ The ship is packed, but with the soldiers clustered in little groups Thor still manages to find a place to lean against the railing and tilt his face up to the sky. He's bleeding from the temple and clearly favoring his left side, but he's more or less as intact as he ever is. ]
Heimdall? [ His voice is loud enough to carry, but the soldiers all have better things to do than worry about some him yelling at the sky. Some of them speak to their own gods, if more quietly. ] Heimdall, do you hear me? Heimdall.
[ Only silence greets him. ]
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