Chapter 2
Thor was king.
He had exactly twenty subjects.Mighty Asgard-the realm eternal, cut down to twenty-one people, and on really bad days he wondered if he was even worthy of counting himself amongst them.
Tired of staring up at his leaking roof, he pushed himself out of bed, picked up a shirt from the floor and sniffed it.It had a bit of musk to it,nothing he couldn’t handle, but now that he had it in his hand, putting it on was too much effort.
It slid back to the floor,joining other fabrics and food containers at his feet.
“Morning Thor, did you sleep?”Korg’s soft voice called,not good morning, or how did you sleep.
Such things no longer applied to him.In answer Thor shrugged,grabbing a warm beer and using it to freshen up his mouth.
“Is that kid still bothering you?”The rock-alien tossed a chip into Miek’s mouth before answering.
“No he’s been real quiet, I think you threatening to electrocute all of his gaming devices did the trick-it will keep him off our back for a while,”Kicking a box of pop tarts off his spot, Thor grabbed his ear piece, taking a swig as he readied himself for battle.It was the one part of his day that he actually almost liked.In Midgard’s game world things weren’t permanent,lives could be bought and stored away, fallen friends were never gone too long, they always came back…always.
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At first he wasn’t sure what woke him up,then the sound of static filtered through his brain fog and he lazily took off his ear piece, his head rolling to the side…Korg and Miek had left him asleep in the living room again(understandable seeing as the last time they’d tried to wake him, Stormbreaker had almost taken Korg’s head off).
Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, he made his way to his bedroom(might as well be somewhat comfortable).Throwing himself on the unmade bed, boots and all,he pillowed his hands behind his back,trying to recall all the flowers in his mother’s garden.
He was trying to remember the names of the blue flowers that bloomed every five decades and tinkled like bells, when he noticed a presence in the room.Thor inclined his head towards it, unbothered.
“If you’re going to kill me, do it please,though I can’t promise my power won’t fight you-believe me,it’s the only half of me that’s against visiting the afterlife early,”
A muffled laugh came from the shadows,followed a smooth voice.
“How you expect me to put my dagger through all that lard is beyond me,”A pale hand materialized, pointing at the bulk that now served as Thor’s stomach.
That voice…
“I’m a sorcerer, not a miracle worker, though I do suppose with a bit of work,gutting your well-gut- could be possible,”
Sitting Thor reached a trembling hand towards the shadows, the stirrings of hope filling his soul, but experience making him too much of a coward to actually move.
“Loki?”A scoff answered him, and the air was knocked right out of Thor’s lungs as his brother, not a hair out of place and smirking like he knew something the world didn’t stepped out of the shadows.
“Of course it’s me you oaf, who else could it be,”