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Thor couldnât believe it. Even now he still couldnât believe it.Â
On the day of his coronation, their golden city... HIS golden city... overshadowed by the swath of dark Elven ships, their Kursed soldiers raining upon his people not as precious scatterings, but as an army.
Father had swept out to engage their enemy and so had he, rallying their battle tested people to defend their homeland. But the whole reason why Odin was passing on his crown was because he required rest. With a portal spilling endless battleships and enemies, the numbers of which even Thor couldnât fathom where from, the All Father fell.
Soon, their mother who guarded their weak, their people and their home, fell too. The news reaching him far too late as he strove not to be swallowed in their relentless wave. Loki, who had managed to return to Friggaâs side just before it happened, went into a fury of magic. Filled with anguish and rage himself, red blinding his sight as he fought as a Berserker, those were what he last knew of his family before he found Malekith stepping upon his head, grinding it into the ground.
They had âwashedâ him since. Rinsed away the blood, stripped away his armour. Revealing tender skin and a delicate physique that spoke nothing of his battle strength. Marred only by the numerous scars of heavy battle wounds he had begotten in the war. Taking away his hammer and shackling him in dark metal etched with glowing runes, Thor could do little else besides stumble where they led, weakened by the ever present curse magic.
Mixed among Aesirs and many other races unknown of the Nine, Thor stumbled out into the cold, naked. They were trying to break his pride, but even in the ill-lit frozen landscape, his natural glow shone brightest. Golden hair tumbling in cascading rings and curls almost to the ground, Thor growled and dug his heels in before they dragged him onto some sort of platform.Â
It was Jotunheim, heâs sure. Back then, their realms were still on poor terms. But now he was here... and he understood just what was about to happen. Wide blue eyes cast over the crowd as he swallowed. The dark elf announced his status and name.
â @thorofjotunheim, sentAugust 17th 2016, 9:15:00 pm








