New Asgard
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"So you're telling me that this newcomer managed to defeat you?"
Amora's voice rang through the throne room, laced with amusement and disbelief. She sat regally upon her throne—a smaller but no less significant seat beside the grand throne of King Thor. It was a secret seat of power, one that belonged only to her, his advisor, his minister, and, if she had her way, his queen.
Before her, Brunhilde knelt, head bowed in frustration as she recounted the battle. Her body still ached from the encounter, the humiliation of defeat weighing heavier than the wounds themselves.
"'Managed to defeat you' is quite the understatement, wouldn't you say?"
The voice came from a figure seated lazily off to the side, watching the exchange with mild interest. Emil Blonsky. The former soldier turned monster. The Abomination. A man who had chosen to bend the knee to Thor, swearing loyalty to his new king. Many whispered about his motivations, but no one dared question his strength.
Blonsky smirked, his massive arms crossed over his chest as he leaned forward. "You didn't just lose, Valkyrie. You got destroyed. You came crawling back here in tatters and then spent three days in a coma. That isn't just a defeat—it's a massacre."
Brunhilde shot him a glare filled with barely restrained fury, but before she could speak, another voice chimed in—smooth, condescending, and dripping with mock sympathy.
"Oh my, how pitiful, dear Brunhilde," the man cooed.
Karl. The eccentric golden-haired sorcerer lounged on a nearby chaise, draped in flamboyant robes that shimmered with vibrant colors. He smiled playfully, though his gaze was razor-sharp.
"You must have suffered," he continued, placing a dramatic hand over his chest. "I can only imagine how humiliating that must have been for you. You have my deepest sympathies." Then he turned to Amora, his lips curling into something sly. "Does this mean she's found another one?"
Across the room, a figure exhaled a slow stream of smoke.
Daken, the son of Wolverine, sat back in his chair, looking as disinterested as ever. His dark, piercing eyes flicked to Karl for a brief moment before he took another drag of his cigarette.
"Does it matter?" he muttered, voice laced with boredom. "They come here. They fight. They die. Simple as that."
The casual dismissal only deepened Amora's scowl. With a sharp crack, she slammed her staff into the ground. A surge of dark green energy erupted from its tip, rippling through the chamber like a shockwave.
The air grew heavy, oppressive. Even the most arrogant among them stiffened, their very souls trembling under the weight of her power.
"Enough babbling," she snapped.
Silence fell.
Amora's emerald eyes glowed with dangerous intensity as she rose to her feet, her golden robes billowing around her.
"The last time we faced an intruder of this level, Sentry nearly killed my Thor!" she hissed, voice filled with venom. "He suffered a fatal wound, one that nearly cost him his life!" Her grip on her staff tightened as she glared at the gathered warriors.
"I will not allow something like that to happen again."
She pointed the staff directly at Brunhilde, her tone sharp as a blade.
"Find out who this pest is. Learn everything. Their strengths, their weaknesses, their allies."
Her gaze swept across the room, settling on each of them in turn.
"And this time..." she paused, letting the tension build, before delivering her final decree.
"Valeria must die."
....
The chambers of the All-Father were vast yet eerily silent. The once-mighty God of Thunder sat upon the edge of his great bed, his broad shoulders tense, his gaze locked onto something or someone.....
Amora entered without hesitation, her steps slow and deliberate.
She approached him from behind, her hands ghosting over his powerful frame before wrapping around him in an embrace. She pressed her body against his back, her lips trailing soft kisses along his neck and cheek.
"You are mine," she whispered, her voice a hushed, sultry murmur. "Mine, my dear Thor..."
He did not react.
Her grip on him tightened slightly, possessively. "Focus on me."
Still, he remained silent just looking at .....
Her jealousy flared.
She hated when he ignored her. When he slipped into these moods, brooding and lost in thought over something—or someone—that had nothing to do with her.
Amora slid around to face him, cupping his strong jaw, forcing him to look at her. "What are you thinking about?" she demanded, her voice softer now, almost coaxing.
Thor's blue eyes finally shifted to meet hers, but they were distant, troubled.
"A storm is coming," he muttered.
Amora frowned. "Let it come," she said, voice filled with confidence. "We will crush them as we always have. You will crush them, my love."
Thor didn't answer.
...
Aiden let out a low whistle as he stared up at the towering fortress that was New Asgard. It loomed over the ruined landscape like a monument to arrogance, its spires reaching toward the heavens as if daring the gods themselves to challenge Thor's reign. The walls were thick, reinforced with ancient Asgardian magic, and the entire structure pulsed with an unnatural energy that reeked of godly power.
"That's a massive-ass castle..." Aiden muttered, crossing his arms. "Damn near overcompensating if you ask me."
Elsa exhaled a slow stream of smoke, her icy blue eyes never leaving the fortress. "Yeah… and do you know how he built it?"
Aiden glanced at her. "Lemme guess—he got his hands dirty, put in some honest labor, built it brick by brick like a hardworking man?"
Elsa let out a dry, humorless chuckle. "Try enslaving thousands of people and forcing them to build it while they starved." she puffed her smoke "Thor took over after everything went to hell. The moment the world fell into chaos, he saw his chance. No more playing 'Earth's protector.' No more pretending to be a hero. He conquered what was left of humanity, declared himself the rightful ruler, and turned anyone who resisted into a corpse."
Aiden's jaw tensed, but he stayed quiet.
Elsa side-eyed him. "You picked our side, but you never really asked why we hate him, huh?"
Aiden shook his head. "Didn't have to," he said, glancing back at the city. "I can see it. The way people walk, the way they flinch at shadows. Nobody moves freely. They stagger." He exhaled. "Like prisoners without the bars."
Elsa nodded. "He's got a whole system in place. People 'disappear' in the night if they talk too much. Families wake up missing someone. And the worst part? They accept it. Not because they want to—but because they have to."
She flicked ash onto the ground. "You ever hear about the 'Tithe?'"
Aiden shook his head.
Elsa smirked bitterly. "Once a month, Thor selects a group of people—random, or so he claims. They get called to the palace." She let the silence stretch before adding, "None of them come back."
Aiden clenched his fists.
"Some say they're used for blood rituals," Elsa continued. "Others say they're fed to whatever experiments Blonsky's running down there. Truth is, nobody knows." She took another drag. "But we do know that the palace drains people. You can feel it when you get too close—like the air itself is sucking the life out of you."
Aiden exhaled through his nose. "The hell does a god need with all that?"
Elsa scoffed. "Power. Control. Because he can." She glanced at him. "That clear enough for you?"
Aiden didn't answer right away. He just stared at the castle, eyes dark.
After a moment, Elsa stubbed out her cigarette on the wall. "Alright, enough sightseeing. We're done here. Scouting's over. time for the real battle....Time for War"
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