Knows the feeling of Limbo energy anywhere. He hopes his fellow War Captain was alright. Knowing her, there was no reason to hope. Thriving was in her nature.
All around her lay the broken bodies of her people. She pushed herself to her knees, the world was spinning too fast and threatened to force her back into the blood and ash that covered the ground of the village, but she would not fall...she would not lay down and die with her brothers and sisters. With a will harder than steel she forced herself up, pain racked her and she doubled over but would not fall. Her eyes, red from tears either from grief or from stinging smoke, tried to take in the scene of carnage around her. Longhouses burned, and animals lay slaughtered in the muddy streets along with the bodies of the people who owned them...men, women, and children. She could not help but smile at that showing a row of sharp, pointed yellow teeth behind icy-blue lips. But the sight of the broken bodies of her raiding party struck the smile from her and the sound of thunder struck fear and hate deep into her heart.
"Thunderer..." The Jotun Godi hissed, narrowing her eyes and snarling at the sight of mankind's defender, humanities Avenger, striking down a Jotun with his damnable axe JarnBjorn splitting the giant's massive skull and felling him very much like a tree being struck by lightning. Thor placed a boot upon the dead Jotun's chest and gripped the mighty axe with a casual ease that was almost as infuriating to the Godi as the dung-eating grin the young thunder god wore upon his face. "Murderer! Killer! red-handed slayer! I curse you!" The Godi called out pointing a gnarled finger at Thor who looked upon the ragged crone with all the presumptiousness of youth and his face contorted into a mask of disgust. "Your kind raised this village to the ground and slaughtered every living thing therein." The young thunder god spoke before spitting at the giantess' feet. "Your words mean nothing to me you bent old sow." The giantess' lips parted into a wicked snarl at Thor's words before turning into an even more deadly smile, "Perhaps, godling, but perhaps these words shall carry weight for thee." Thor was not about to wait for the old crone to cast a spell upon him and moved forward towards her, the grip on Jarnbjorn so tight his knuckles turned white, but then the earth began to shake.
What ever dark magic the ancient woman had left in her she unleashed in a curse that very literally shook the world; "Hear me black things that dwell beyond the nine realms, hear me O horrors that know only the loathsome home of the Otherplace...of Limbo.." The earthquake was so violent that Thor was thrown off his feet and the very mountains seemed to move like waves, "I offer to you the souls of the dead, the souls of my war band...my soul!" She howled raising her hands to the black skies above. "Odd's blood, enough of this.." Thor growled as he got to his feet, gripped his axe with both hands, and began to rush forward toward the giantess, "I offer all of this freely if you would but-" Before she could finish Thor's axe cut through her side sending freezing blood and blue-green innards flying, "STILL THY SERPENT'S TONGUE!" The thunderer howled as he did his bloody work and the giantess' upper half dropped to his feet. Somehow she still lived and was attempting to say something, though her words were choked and shallow...barely more than whispers. With a loathsome grimace upon his face, Thor placed a boot upon her head and pushed down popping her skull like a berry between his fingers. "Tell it to the dead."
~Now~
Thor smiled as he removed the kitten from the tree and handed it back to its owner, a small girl with mismatched pigtails that looked as if she had done them herself. "There you are lass, Mingus Pookiebutts is safe and sound again." The little girl jumped up and down and hugged the long-suffering cat before smiling a gapped tooth grin at the thunder god, "Phank two thoo much.." She said still learning to adapt to the absence of her front two teeth. Thor simply nodded his head at the girl as she turned and ran off back home eager to tell the tell to anyone who would hear it, and hopefully, understand it. "Mortals. Heh, such marvelous creatures." He thought to himself as he spun Mjolnir and launched himself into the sky above New York. He found a perch for himself atop a skyscraper and looked over the city of glass and steel. The sun was starting to set and the city that never sleeps was truly starting to come to life as countless lights flickered on to combat the ever-encroaching darkness. Thor knelt on the ledge of the skyscraper and closed his eyes taking in all the sounds of New York.
The sounds of it all washed over him like water. There was life here, so much of it, and it was beautiful and ugly, it was cruel and kind, it was all of the aspects of life in equal measure just like every other corner of this world. Was it a wonder then why every other realm, every dark thing that lurked in the abyss between the stars or the voids between realms, coveted this place? Midgard was special, it's children were special. He opened his eyes again and something like melancholy came to him, though it was bitter-sweat. He had walked the earth for a long time and had witnessed the rise and fall of many civilizations, but they were all incredible in their own way. In his youth he only sought battle and glory, he was arrogant then, perhaps even cruel in his own way, but he had grown to be something more and began to understand his role as Midgard's protector. He knew that in time he would see this place fall as other civilizations had fallen. He would watch as those he called friend grow old and eventually go to wherever it was their souls were destined to go when their threads were cut. But the earth itself would endure for some time still and so would mankind in all its varied forms, be they human, mutant, or something else altogether...but what would not change would be his love for them. His smile grew as the darkness finally engulfed the city, but it faded to a grimace as the sounds of violence filled the evening air. An explosion, distant screams, and the wailing call of sirens beckoned him to action....
Thor landed amidst the chaos. Flames engulfed cars and buildings, people were running and screaming and there were horrid shapes moving among the dim light cast by the flickering flames. A great beast, something akin to a hound though far, far larger, lunged at Thor from the dark and latched upon his forearm. Its bite was strong enough to pierce his godly flesh and Thor let out a groan of frustration as he lifted the beast up and slammed it hard into the pavement of the street with enough force to shatter the ground and break the beast's bones. "By Odd's blood, what are you?" He asked the dead thing, though he had a dreadful inkling of what it might be...it stank of the demonic...and something else, something familiar. But before Thor could further contemplate such things he was gripped from behind by tree trunk-like arms and lifted from the ground. The thing that held him began to squeeze with such strength that even Thor could feel his ribs begin to crack. But he was Thor and there were few in all the realms that could match him in strength and fewer still that could surpass him. With a bellow like thunder, Thor broke free from his foe, landed upon the ground, and spun upon the heels of his feet to strike the thing with Mjolnir square in its head shattering its skull with a monstrous blow that sent the lifeless body flying into a tree that splintered upon impact.
Before Thor stood a legion of hellish things, all of them mishapen in some form or another; Arms to massive even for the massive bodies they grew from, too many heads or limps upon a single body or two joined as one. It was a horde of chaos and vile corruption...but there was something about them that Thor recognized....it was only when SHE spoke that Thor knew. "The hour of my revenge has come, Thunder God and this mortal city shall burn as did the last so many centuries ago..." The Godi said stepping forth, her legion of Limbo corrupted Jotun parting before her like a river. She stood wearing a cloak crafted from flayed skin, faces trapped in eons of agony adorned it, and silently screamed...the souls of the mortals who died in that village so long ago. "Witch...." Thor snarled and the skies began to fill with storm clouds as a heavy rain began to fall. "Take him, my children, but do not kill him. He must witness what we do to his beloved mortals." The Godi said stroking one of the faces upon her cloak with an almost loving hand.
The Limbo Jotunn fell upon Thor and he fought against them as only a son of Asgard could. Mjolnir struck against corrupted flesh grinding it paste or shattered bones to dust...but these creatures were strong and of almost unmeasurable number. Soon Thor was fighting against a sea of them and like a sailor lost at sea he found himself going under this ocean of hellish flesh...
