Sonatorrek: Þrymskviða - 8
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After Amora flees, they try and collect themselves only to discover a new threat.
Amora and the Valkyries were gone, and the only evidence left of the ice jotun was piles of quickly melting dark ice scattered about the field. The Valhallas were in chaos, some having fled, others taking shelter behind their bikes during the battle, unable to understand just what was happening. Garrison lay on the ground near Paige, finally having slipped into unconsciousness. Not far from him, Thor twitched, and slowly pulled himself to his feet, his hammer serving as a momentary crutch to help him up.
“Fuck…” Was his first words, looking first to the sky, then the hammer, and finally on the crumpled body of Deke Blake. He walked over and sank to his knees beside him. “Da.”
Amanda glanced over at Thor, wiping bloodied mud and sweat from her face as she got back to her feet. There wasn't anything she could do or say - it was his personal grieving moment - but there was someone else needing help. Staggering slightly, she made her way over to Garrison, wincing at the amount of damage.
"I can probably manage a bubble around him," she told Paige. "To stop any more damage while we get him the fuck out of here."
The blonde just nodded, trying to think of any way to stabilize him.
Marie-Ange hovered outside the circle of Paige and Amanda and her eyes skipped from Garrison to Don Blake - or Thor, whatever he was now, to the corpse that Blake was grieving over. "How could he even have done that? That hammer is supposed to be ..." She asked roughly.
"I don't know," Wanda said, breathing shallowly through her mouth as she swayed on her feet. Unlike Amanda, she was edging further away from Garrison - there was too much pain and exhaustion for her to make sure she could keep her powers in check. The last thing she wanted was for something to go wrong with putting Garrison back together because of her. "I just ..." She shook her head, cradling her arm against her body, simply having trouble putting two thoughts together.
Angelo stirred, making pained noises, then sat up and looked around. "Man, did I miss the end of the fight?" He tried to push himself to his feet, and then focused on Paige. "Can I have my sword back? I need a lever."
Callisto, rather battered but already looking better than she had a few minutes before, crouched wordlessly by Angelo to help support him as he stood.
Jubilee wandered over to the others, rolling a shoulder that felt a little worse for wear before spitting a gob of blood on the ground. She'd taken a shot to the face from a rather firm fist, and could feel the bruising that would look like a rather nice sunset in a day or so. Still, not anywhere in the vicinity of what she'd taken in Genosha, and so she figured it was a win.
She moved to stand beside Paige and Amanda, giving Garrison a look over with an inexpert eye. She had nothing whatsoever to offer here before a pair of hands if they were needed, but she still felt the need to offer them anyhow. "Tell me what I can do to help."
"Right now? Not a lot. He needs a doctor," was Amanda's response. "I can't even start to do anything about this, between the magical crap still floating around from Loki and that cunt."
Thor got up from his knees, eyes finally tracking the final casualties. The hammer was held lightly, but he seemed less godlike and more human. “Your friend is badly injured. I am sorry. Amora’s influence has been my weakness for countless cycles. I would that he survives. I could call Drew Blake. He’s one of the local doctors." His words shifted between Donny and Thor, but it wasn’t like last time when the personas shifted as well. He was a whole person, simply settling into a new pattern.
"Fine, you're Thor. What the fuck are you doing here in the first place? Isn't Asgard big enough for your power games?" Amanda's voice was bitter as she glared at the god.
“The All-Father banished me for being reckless, headstrong and arrogant; for dismissing all but Asgardians as either unworthy or enemies. He sent me here to relearn what it was like to be a mortal. To grow up with a family, to earn the friendship of brothers, and to remember what it was like to lose someone and mourn.” His eyes tracked the body of Deke. “Donny Blake will be a part of who Thor is for this cycle. I remember what it was like to face down the hordes of Ymir in a desperate battle a million years ago. And I remember what it was like to crack open the throttle going down the highway the first time, and really taste freedom. God of Thunder and Hell on Wheels…” He shook his head. “I’ll remember what it’s like to lose my father.”
He paused and shook his head. “Let’s get your friend to a doctor.”
Everyone flinched as massive spotlights clicked on, pinning them in the field in a bright wash of illumination. Men in black and blue uniforms rushed into the clearing, spreading out with their automatic weapons held high. They moved out in a rough circle, keeping all the different groups under weapon cover. They could now see the ‘SHIELD’ emblazoned on the backs of their combat vests, but the symbol patch on their arms were different than the stylized eagle.
One of the men, an officer by the looks of his uniform, spoke into his comm. “Director, the area is locked down.” He switched to a megaphone. “This area is now under SWORD jurisdiction. Do not move and do not engage in any hostile actions, and you will not be harmed.”
“Hostile action. I’d provide them a new meaning of the term.” Thor said, his voice still that strange midpoint between his god and Donny personas. His hands tightened on the hammer, but his powers were still sapped by the ward.
A helicopter set down on the road behind them, and a figure got out, flanked by guards. Now dressed in a similar blue and black uniform, Abigail Brand stepped into the clearing.
“I’d advise everyone to just stay where you are. You really don’t want to push the situation any more than you have,” she announced to the group in general, her smile slow and triumphant. “And you have no idea how much paperwork would be involved in cleaning up your bloody corpses.” She stepped towards Thor, her movements almost dainty. “Well, well, look at you. All grown up, so to speak.”
“Oddly enough, I still don’t like Feds.” Thor said, his voice tapping into his upbringing as Don Blake. “What is your business here, woman? We have injured to succor and the dead to mourn. This is not your place.”
“Oh, but it is. Didn’t you hear the man? This area is now under SWORD jurisdiction. And as Director of SWORD, that means you - all of you –“ and here her gaze swept around to include the bloodied and dusty group of mutants. “—will do as you’re told.”
“And what exactly is it you’re telling us to do?” rasped Amanda from where she was straining to keep Garrison contained in her shielding bubble.
“Why, nothing, sweetie.” Brand’s smile broadened. “You’ll do absolutely nothing at all, while we take our godling here into custody.”
“Will you?” Thor looked her in the eye, and for a moment, the sense of thousands of years of godhood was tangible in his gaze. “Your partner is badly wounded at my hand. The body of my mortal father lies in the dirt. I am responsible for both. That is a debt I will discharge before I do anything.” Brand opened herself to say something, but he cut her off. “I am weak for the moment. Today, your men could force me. Tomorrow, that will not be the case, and the only difference is that on that day, you will be my enemy. Perhaps you would like to reconsider your words.”
Brand stared at him for a long moment, weighing up the situation. Then: “Very well,” she said, with a slight nod of her head. “If you will come with us willingly, I promise you, SWORD will take care of Mr. Blake’s remains. As for Agent Kane…” She looked again at Garrison’s form, as if actually seeing him for the first time, and something unreadable crossed her expression. “Take him home,” she said, addressing the group as a whole. “See that he gets treatment. He’s owed that much.”
His gaze swept them all and finally nodded. “It would appear that the All-Father believes my atonement is not yet complete. Mayhap this is the next step.” He stopped and shook his head. “Walt. Get my dad and my brothers home. This can’t be my club any longer, but I will not forget it. Da always said you would be a fine Prez.” Walt nodded, and stepped forward. One of the SHIELD agents jostled him and the old man gave him a look.
“This ain’t your place, fuckface.” Walt said and waved the other Valhallas forward. “It’s time to bring our brother home, boys. Donny, you take care. And don’t trust this cunt. Never trust a woman whose hair looks like cow puke.”
Thor nodded, and looked at the others there. “Take your man home. He fought with honour and his death would be one more shame to bear from Amora’s unnatural attentions.” They nodded, and Thor finally turned to Brand. “I will go with you with your promise to aid them.”
“Deal.” Brand turned to her own men. “That’s a wrap, folks. Move out,” she ordered, before turning her attention back to the assembled mutants. “Don’t worry, we’ll be seeing each other again. Let’s just say SWORD is very interested in mutual interests.” She beamed. “Won’t that be fun?”
After Amora flees, they try and collect themselves only to discover a new threat.
Amora and the Valkyries were gone, and the only evidence left of the ice jotun was piles of quickly melting dark ice scattered about the field. The Valhallas were in chaos, some having fled, others taking shelter behind their bikes during the battle, unable to understand just what was happening. Garrison lay on the ground near Paige, finally having slipped into unconsciousness. Not far from him, Thor twitched, and slowly pulled himself to his feet, his hammer serving as a momentary crutch to help him up.
“Fuck…” Was his first words, looking first to the sky, then the hammer, and finally on the crumpled body of Deke Blake. He walked over and sank to his knees beside him. “Da.”
Amanda glanced over at Thor, wiping bloodied mud and sweat from her face as she got back to her feet. There wasn't anything she could do or say - it was his personal grieving moment - but there was someone else needing help. Staggering slightly, she made her way over to Garrison, wincing at the amount of damage.
"I can probably manage a bubble around him," she told Paige. "To stop any more damage while we get him the fuck out of here."
The blonde just nodded, trying to think of any way to stabilize him.
Marie-Ange hovered outside the circle of Paige and Amanda and her eyes skipped from Garrison to Don Blake - or Thor, whatever he was now, to the corpse that Blake was grieving over. "How could he even have done that? That hammer is supposed to be ..." She asked roughly.
"I don't know," Wanda said, breathing shallowly through her mouth as she swayed on her feet. Unlike Amanda, she was edging further away from Garrison - there was too much pain and exhaustion for her to make sure she could keep her powers in check. The last thing she wanted was for something to go wrong with putting Garrison back together because of her. "I just ..." She shook her head, cradling her arm against her body, simply having trouble putting two thoughts together.
Angelo stirred, making pained noises, then sat up and looked around. "Man, did I miss the end of the fight?" He tried to push himself to his feet, and then focused on Paige. "Can I have my sword back? I need a lever."
Callisto, rather battered but already looking better than she had a few minutes before, crouched wordlessly by Angelo to help support him as he stood.
Jubilee wandered over to the others, rolling a shoulder that felt a little worse for wear before spitting a gob of blood on the ground. She'd taken a shot to the face from a rather firm fist, and could feel the bruising that would look like a rather nice sunset in a day or so. Still, not anywhere in the vicinity of what she'd taken in Genosha, and so she figured it was a win.
She moved to stand beside Paige and Amanda, giving Garrison a look over with an inexpert eye. She had nothing whatsoever to offer here before a pair of hands if they were needed, but she still felt the need to offer them anyhow. "Tell me what I can do to help."
"Right now? Not a lot. He needs a doctor," was Amanda's response. "I can't even start to do anything about this, between the magical crap still floating around from Loki and that cunt."
Thor got up from his knees, eyes finally tracking the final casualties. The hammer was held lightly, but he seemed less godlike and more human. “Your friend is badly injured. I am sorry. Amora’s influence has been my weakness for countless cycles. I would that he survives. I could call Drew Blake. He’s one of the local doctors." His words shifted between Donny and Thor, but it wasn’t like last time when the personas shifted as well. He was a whole person, simply settling into a new pattern.
"Fine, you're Thor. What the fuck are you doing here in the first place? Isn't Asgard big enough for your power games?" Amanda's voice was bitter as she glared at the god.
“The All-Father banished me for being reckless, headstrong and arrogant; for dismissing all but Asgardians as either unworthy or enemies. He sent me here to relearn what it was like to be a mortal. To grow up with a family, to earn the friendship of brothers, and to remember what it was like to lose someone and mourn.” His eyes tracked the body of Deke. “Donny Blake will be a part of who Thor is for this cycle. I remember what it was like to face down the hordes of Ymir in a desperate battle a million years ago. And I remember what it was like to crack open the throttle going down the highway the first time, and really taste freedom. God of Thunder and Hell on Wheels…” He shook his head. “I’ll remember what it’s like to lose my father.”
He paused and shook his head. “Let’s get your friend to a doctor.”
Everyone flinched as massive spotlights clicked on, pinning them in the field in a bright wash of illumination. Men in black and blue uniforms rushed into the clearing, spreading out with their automatic weapons held high. They moved out in a rough circle, keeping all the different groups under weapon cover. They could now see the ‘SHIELD’ emblazoned on the backs of their combat vests, but the symbol patch on their arms were different than the stylized eagle.
One of the men, an officer by the looks of his uniform, spoke into his comm. “Director, the area is locked down.” He switched to a megaphone. “This area is now under SWORD jurisdiction. Do not move and do not engage in any hostile actions, and you will not be harmed.”
“Hostile action. I’d provide them a new meaning of the term.” Thor said, his voice still that strange midpoint between his god and Donny personas. His hands tightened on the hammer, but his powers were still sapped by the ward.
A helicopter set down on the road behind them, and a figure got out, flanked by guards. Now dressed in a similar blue and black uniform, Abigail Brand stepped into the clearing.
“I’d advise everyone to just stay where you are. You really don’t want to push the situation any more than you have,” she announced to the group in general, her smile slow and triumphant. “And you have no idea how much paperwork would be involved in cleaning up your bloody corpses.” She stepped towards Thor, her movements almost dainty. “Well, well, look at you. All grown up, so to speak.”
“Oddly enough, I still don’t like Feds.” Thor said, his voice tapping into his upbringing as Don Blake. “What is your business here, woman? We have injured to succor and the dead to mourn. This is not your place.”
“Oh, but it is. Didn’t you hear the man? This area is now under SWORD jurisdiction. And as Director of SWORD, that means you - all of you –“ and here her gaze swept around to include the bloodied and dusty group of mutants. “—will do as you’re told.”
“And what exactly is it you’re telling us to do?” rasped Amanda from where she was straining to keep Garrison contained in her shielding bubble.
“Why, nothing, sweetie.” Brand’s smile broadened. “You’ll do absolutely nothing at all, while we take our godling here into custody.”
“Will you?” Thor looked her in the eye, and for a moment, the sense of thousands of years of godhood was tangible in his gaze. “Your partner is badly wounded at my hand. The body of my mortal father lies in the dirt. I am responsible for both. That is a debt I will discharge before I do anything.” Brand opened herself to say something, but he cut her off. “I am weak for the moment. Today, your men could force me. Tomorrow, that will not be the case, and the only difference is that on that day, you will be my enemy. Perhaps you would like to reconsider your words.”
Brand stared at him for a long moment, weighing up the situation. Then: “Very well,” she said, with a slight nod of her head. “If you will come with us willingly, I promise you, SWORD will take care of Mr. Blake’s remains. As for Agent Kane…” She looked again at Garrison’s form, as if actually seeing him for the first time, and something unreadable crossed her expression. “Take him home,” she said, addressing the group as a whole. “See that he gets treatment. He’s owed that much.”
His gaze swept them all and finally nodded. “It would appear that the All-Father believes my atonement is not yet complete. Mayhap this is the next step.” He stopped and shook his head. “Walt. Get my dad and my brothers home. This can’t be my club any longer, but I will not forget it. Da always said you would be a fine Prez.” Walt nodded, and stepped forward. One of the SHIELD agents jostled him and the old man gave him a look.
“This ain’t your place, fuckface.” Walt said and waved the other Valhallas forward. “It’s time to bring our brother home, boys. Donny, you take care. And don’t trust this cunt. Never trust a woman whose hair looks like cow puke.”
Thor nodded, and looked at the others there. “Take your man home. He fought with honour and his death would be one more shame to bear from Amora’s unnatural attentions.” They nodded, and Thor finally turned to Brand. “I will go with you with your promise to aid them.”
“Deal.” Brand turned to her own men. “That’s a wrap, folks. Move out,” she ordered, before turning her attention back to the assembled mutants. “Don’t worry, we’ll be seeing each other again. Let’s just say SWORD is very interested in mutual interests.” She beamed. “Won’t that be fun?”
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