[Spiritus et Phantasma] Story 7: The Necromancer
The seventh story for the Twist of the Year December Solstice event! Click here for main post.
The Necromancer [on ao3]
The sun is high in the sky when Thor arrives at the house and he spares a moment to pat at his robes. Eh, it's not like mortals can see spirit dust, but well. He likes to be presentable.
Even now, when he's about to do the unthinkable.
With a last look upwards, he walks toward the entrance, musing at his life, which might as well be over by next morning.
He was but a small boy when he was given to Midgard by his father, a token to Strange, diplomacy at its finest. However, Thor knows the real reason behind this: Odin can't let a necromancer rule Asgard. Thor scoffs at the memory, pushing it aside. He's had wonderful centuries here, though. Stephen's a strange mentor, pun intended.
And really, Thor likes what he does. He helps mend the barriers of realms, between the dead and the living, accompanies lost souls on their last journey, reanimates dead things.
