Thor, God of Hammers

“When have you ever known me to be a fan of sharing when it comes to personal matters?” 

The Trickster tensed as Thor moved closer to him, standing tall as his brows furrowed. “If you attempt to stop me, I will kill you,” he snarled, and it was clear he did not say so in jest, “I will not let you stop me from freeing my children, and if you have such intentions, then you would do best to stay here with your father.”

She took a seat next to him and smiled softly. “I agree on that. And it’s not just this world…” Valeera trailed off, looking up. “It’s the entire universe. All  the realms. Even for my own.”

The electrical charge in the air made Carol’s body spark from within. She naturally absorbed the energy that came off it. She hardly flinched when he threw the hammer towards her but she stopped in her tracks her back facing him. Carol didn’t want to lose control. She didn’t want to fight. But the guilt and the screams in her head played over and over. How dare someone make the salvation of the Skrulls seem so little? The energy around her body manifested and she began to glow a bright gold with a hint of blue. Her head slowly turned toward Thor, a deep rage in her expression.

Carol raised her fist, ready to strike a blow at the God’s face but she remembered Fury. Fury wouldn’t want this. Fury wanted her to help. She wanted to help. This wasn’t right. Carol sighed and lowered her fist, she instead stepped back and let the energy fade away, back inside her. “I’ll show you.” She opened a compartment on her suit above her wrist. Tapping into the recording the ship had captured that day. A hologram appeared of thousands of people marching and cheering onto the new planet. “I spent years trying to find a safe place to keep them far from the war.” Families hugged one another and people pressed their foreheads together. “It was the first time these refugees felt hope but then…” Their cheering turned into screams as people turn into dust. The video showed them immediately running to Carol to be saved and of loved ones holding on to each other only have someone turn into dust. “If I had known about Thanos. If someone had told me there was a greater threat I would have come in a heartbeat. But I only knew when it was too late. That’s where I was. I hope you’re satisfied.” She quickly shut off the video and began walking away, ignoring the obvious broken walls.

There was no answer he could give. The sight of those innocent lives disappearing only hammered home the point that it had not been her who had failed. Thor knew that. He could see the rage on her face, saw as she wanted so much to turn the confrontation into a physical one. And Thor would have been lying if he had said he did not long for it as well. A bare-knuckle fight between them would have made things clear. And like a fight against the Hulk, he knew he'd beat her, though he could not say for certain how long the fight would be.

As he watched her walk away, some part of him wanted to say something. Some part of him wanted to express something. But his own anger made him bury any sympathy he had.

Carol stood up as soon as he moved. She stood tall and kept a steady gaze on him. Her heart quickened in pace. She remembered exactly where she was when it happened. The day the snap took away what she had fought for.

It was a beautiful planet, full of lush green plains and forests. The sky was blue much like Earth. After years and years of saving refugees, keeping them safe when she could. She had been able to transport them to a new planet, a new home. Free from Kree detections. It was isolated and far enough to be safe. She opened the doors of the ship. Thousands of Skrulls had walked out of the ship together, staring at the planet in wonder, free from war. Families held onto one another as they walked out. They were cheering, full of hope and pressing their foreheads on one another. Carol walked out behind them. Standing and staring at the sight. Talos stood next to her. “Thank you. Carol. Words cannot express how-” He was cut off by the sounds of cheers turning into screams. Skrulls began turning into dust. They held on to one another only to find their loved ones disappear in their arms. Many turned to Carol. She met eyes with many souls, turning into dust in front of her. Eyes with people, terrified and dying in seconds. Her head turned towards Talos but he was merely dust floating in air beside her. Her breath quickened as people outstretched their arms to her, screaming to be saved.

Carol’s eyes were glassy, staring off into the distance at the moment. Her mind elsewhere and remembering that day. She was recalling the exact moment until she felt energy at her fists. She stepped closer to Thor with a hushed and cold voice. “I have nothing to say to you.” She angrily turned and began walking away. Her mind full of images of the ones she lost. Their eyes in her mind. The ones she promised to protect. In a way, and she hated admitting it, Thor was right. Had she known there was a greater threat she would have been there. She would have fought Thanos with every ounce of her strength.

Enraged, so much so he could not stop himself, Thor threw his axe, the spinning bolt of pure energy slammed into the wall with the force of a tank and kept going. It blew a large chunk of wall out and took out another several walls before it felt the open air and made its way back inside to return to the hand of the god that had thrown it.

“Do not turn your back on me Carol, daughter of Danvers!” he roared, lightning rising up along his body. “You owe me an explanation. Where were you? How could you leave the galaxy to ruin? If you are so much a hero as they say you are, so powerful, where were you that dwarfed us so in importance so much?”

Stormbreaker is also a hammer, and Thor is inextricably linked with hammers, so me personally would stick with gcdcfhammers

Good point, though I do tend to think of Strombreaker as more of a Greataxe/Battleaxe, I suppose it could also technically be a Hammer Axe.

Well, since Stormbreaker is more of an Axe than a hammer and I almost exclusively write Thor after the events of Ragnarok, wouldn’t God of Axes be more fitting than God of Hammers?