Sonatorrek: Þrymskviða - 3

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WARNING: MATURE SUBJECT MATTER

The meet turns out to be a trap, but unlike any they could have ever expected.



The meeting location was a flat patch of gravel and dust, outside of an old long disused quarry. The Valhallas pulled in as a column, setting their bikes up for a quick escape if need be. Behind them, a pair of cars and a truck delivered Sylvia Lushton and her girls from the studio. In a way, they were the neutral body for the fight that was going to happen.

On the other side of the lot, the Sons of Hel were waiting. They matched the image that had been made of them - big, heavily tattooed with Norse iconography and white power symbols, most blond or red-headed, with heavy beards or long mustaches. Clearly they considered themselves modern Vikings, although it was odd to see no older faces amoung them. Youth dominated the Sons.

Their leader was a tall, slim man, dressed in full leathers, but wearing a full visored helmet, like a sport bike rider. He said nothing, standing and watching the Valhallas roll in silently. Sylvia walked to the middle, with Donald and Deke by her side, and one of the Hels came to meet them.

"You come to wave the white flag, Blake?"

"Open your trap at me again and I'll tear your arms off and skull fuck you to death with the wet end. Go get your Prez."

The black clad figure came forward slowly, his visor reflecting the trio in front of him. He stopped ten feet from them, arms crossed over his chest.

"Thor is expecting something, Deke. Isn't he?" The voice was a guttural hiss.

"Do you fear to address me yourself, brother?" Thor shoved forward. "If you have words for me, back them with thine actions."

"Oh, for shit's sake.." Deke muttered, looking as if had a sudden and acute attack of migraine and rounded on his son, his patience clearly having reached its end. "Shut THE FUCK up, boy! God and no God, sane or loony as the damn box of weasels. This is still *my* club! And I still speak for it."

The Sons smirked at Don over Deke's shoulder, and despite the visor, he could feel it echoed by the leader. But before the expression had the chance to widen, Deke's finger was jabbing at him, crooked and gnarled from an old bad break. "I got Sylvie's word. We're here. We're breathing the same stinking fucking air as you. And I ain't any way drunk enough for it. Cut the damn bullshit."

"You can have Aitkins. You can have your old territory and your little business arrangements. On one condition; the Odinson is mine. Do you hear that, brother? Single combat between us, and regardless of the outcome, your pitiful band of mortals can keep their petty fiefdom. What say you?"

Something moved behind Deke's eyes then, a dark and killing thing - primal, almost beyond reason. Almost.

The worry for his son to which this latest threat was simply a crescendo warred for a long moment with the eternal responsibility of kings, whatever their guise might be.

Deke's shoulders shifted finally, much as a workman's would preparing for an unpleasant but needed task and he half turned, keeping the rival biker boss in his sight all the time. "It's your call, Donny. I'll back your play."

"Da. I can take him." For a minute, Donald Blake was back, ready to back his father and his town. This wasn't about gods and myths, but about family and their own twisted code of duty. But the hold of his new nature was strong, and even as he re-emerged, it tried to push him back down.

"It's time, Thor." The man hissed. "Are you a true god, or just a sad delusional fool, wrapped up in madness?"

"Your tricks have no worth here, brother." The look in his eyes changed again, and Thor returned with a vengeance. "Father! Grant me my birthright to carry into battle! I am Thor Odinson and I will not be denied!"

The wind picked up around them, and lightning began to arc up in the clouds, Several of the Valhallas took cover for the moment as the skies darkened, and the rumbles of thunder grew louder and stronger.

Goosebumps rose on Amanda's arms and her mouth was full of the tinfoil taste of magic. "Take cover!" she yelled into the rising wind, clapping as she did. Only instead of her shielding spell, sparks erupted from her hands, shocking her slightly. "Oh bloody fucking hell!" she yelped, shaking her hands to stop the painful tingle.

She felt a hand at her elbow. "You all right?" Callisto muttered, already crouched just slightly onto the balls of her feet, clearly poised for action whatever might be about to occur.

"Backfire," Amanda replied through clenched teeth. "Got a bad feeling 'bout this."

"I think it's past time we were somewhere else", Angelo said quietly, jacket raised to shield his head. "Probably too far past time."

"Yes. Time to leave." Marie-Ange said. "Before Loki realizes who we are."

Wanda's head was killing her as the mix of magical energies roared around them. She clenched her head and forced her own powers to the back of her mind - to look into the maelstrom would only put her out for the count and that was something she couldn't afford to have happen. "Back away from this mess slowly," she ground out, "while they focus their ire on each other."

“ALL-FATHER!” Thor’s voice boomed in the clearing, as the skies roiled overhead. “I AM READY TO RECLAIM MY GODHOOD BY RIGHT OF COMBAT! BLESS US SO THAT YOUR SONS MAY FIGHT AS EQUALS!” Lightning began to strike the ground around him, thick booms of thunder making the trees shake and the ground tremble. The light was intense, and they could only close their eyes against the brilliance.

Sylvie did not. Her green eyes never flinched, never wavered from the tumult around Thor – Donald Blake now as wiped away, it seemed.

Across the massive bonfire, the figure in his motorcycle helmet stood silent, arms crossed, and watched the blasts impassively. Dark tendrils curled out from around the black aura that suffused him. It was an ancient, endless battle for them; brother would face brother, and regardless of the destruction they wrought, they would survive in divine form, until the time came for them to battle again.

A pillar of lightning, defying all normal physics, lanced down from the clouds, and enveloped Thor. He was lost with the torrent of energy, and with a flash, the pillar spent itself, crackling and incandescent across the ground. In the midst of the scorched impact circle, Thor stood. His biker leathers were gone, replaced by archaic armour, and in his right hand, he held a massive short-hafted hammer. He raised it up, staring at it almost in disbelief. “Mjolnir.”

Amora's lips curved into a smile; all was proceeding to her plan, and the power was very nearly hers. A man, nearly a god, stood before her, and soon he would belong to her completely and wholly.

The nearly-sacred moment between the two brothers was broken a second later when Sylvie Lush turned, a knife appearing in her hand where none had been before. With a strength belied by her petite form she punched the blade into Deke's chest, pushing past muscle and bone to the beating heart within, too quickly for anybody to react and stop her. A cruel laugh mingled with the gurgle of blood in the gang leader's throat, and around Sylvie the air shimmered and pulsed before reality seemed to peel away to reveal her true form, already known to several within the circle.

Angelo's jaw dropped, terror suddenly written on his face. "Holy fuck, it's the Enchantress. Run!" And he grabbed Marie-Ange's arm as the nearest person, and turned to do just that.

"Fuck that," grated Amanda, eyes locked on the woman who had stolen her mind and used her eight years ago. "No more running, not this time." She lifted her hands, the words of a spell springing to mind, a spell aimed at causing pain - one of Rack's, a spell she hadn't considered since she was a teenager. Amora was going to pay for everything she'd done.

"No." A single word, and suddenly the company was frozen into place, unable to move their limbs to flee or to enact retribution. "You will not interrupt my plans this time, but you may watch." Amora turned an inhuman smile on them for a moment, her anticipation and glee almost palpable in the air around them. "See what I have wrought."