Chapter 5 : The Wall

The journey to the Wall and Castle Black was a freezing one. I almost forgot about the cold, too distracted by Thor's memories assaulting my mind, the reality of being reincarnated, ending up in the Game of Thrones world, fighting ice zombies, and, if that wasn't enough, the system now wanted me to kill the endgame boss.

Yeah, too much had happened.

To keep both mine and Will's attention away from the bitter cold, I kept the conversation going. The poor boy was freezing, thanks to me taking his Night's Watch cloak and using it to bubble-wrap Mr. Zombie here so I could drag it back to Castle Black.

He didn't protest, but I could feel his glare drilling into my back. I wasn't sure if he was cursing me for making his balls freeze off or for bringing a literal corpse to the people who were established to fight said corpses.

Unlike him, though, I had a clear purpose. I might not have finished the TV show or read a single page of the books, but one thing was certain—the sooner the world learned about the White Walkers, the better. Especially for me. Maybe, just maybe, if they stopped fighting over that damn monstrosity of a chair, they'd send all that manpower where humanity really needed it.

That meant I could leave this godforsaken, internet-less, electricity-deprived world just a little faster.

If only I had all of Thor's powers from the get-go, I wouldn't have to go through this "Unite Humanity" nonsense. I could just fly to the Night King's hideout and crush his head. Sigh.

So, while freezing with Will, I kept questioning him—not just to keep us entertained, but also to refresh my knowledge of Westeros and the Game of Thrones world in general.

Soon, the forest thinned, and by the gods, I had to admit—HBO's VFX had nothing on what I was seeing.

The Wall, in all its glory, was more magnificent and enormous than I ever imagined. It was one of those sights that humbled you, making you realize you were nothing more than dust in this infinitely vast and ever-expanding cosmos.

"That's the Wall."

Will must have noticed my awed expression, and a small smile appeared on his face. Though I had been the one asking most of the questions, he had also asked a few about my origins.

Maybe it was my clothes—practically identical to Thor's, minus the metal armor and red cape. I definitely looked like a noble. And if I looked anything like Chris Hemsworth, mistaking me for royalty wouldn't be too far-fetched. Especially in Thor's getup.

"Aye, let's go. I'd rather not drag this corpse any longer than necessary," I said, since I was the one hauling the bound-up zombie through all this heavy snow.

"Milord…"

Will was about to say something, but I cut him off.

"Forget it, Will. In your condition, if I handed this thing to you, I'd just end up dragging two corpses to the Wall."

I joked, but there was truth in my words. The boy—no, the man, by Westerosi standards—was in no shape to handle this. Not only was he shivering thanks to me stealing his cloak, but he had little to no muscle on him. He was already exhausted from his earlier encounter with the White Walker, and I didn't want to put more pressure on him.

I needed him to explain the situation on my behalf to the Night's Watch. The White Walker itself was proof enough, but having Will's testimony would help.

He tried to take the load from me multiple times, but I could tell it was more out of fear regarding our social statuses. His nervous fidgeting made it obvious.

I could tell him I wasn't a noble, but that would only cause problems for me later. Best to keep my mouth shut for now.

Gotta come up with a believable backstory soon.

At the foothold of the Wall, we had to wait no less than ten minutes before the gates finally opened. Maybe the Night's Watch used their pitch-black cloaks to identify their own from atop the Wall—because I didn't see how else they could determine we weren't a threat.

Which was ironic, considering I wasn't part of the Night's Watch.

However, when the gates finally opened, and five men on horseback rode out with their swords drawn, I suddenly wasn't so sure about my assumptions anymore.

"Will… what are you doing here? And who's this?"

The man leading the group pointed his sword directly at me.

Will stiffened, visibly nervous.

He had already told me how deserting the Watch meant execution. I didn't need the reminder—I had seen the show. But judging by his fear, whoever had died in his group must have been someone important.

Under normal circumstances, it would make sense for Will to be afraid. But we had proof of what happened. I wasn't about to let his panicked stuttering make things worse.

"I am Thor Odinson," I declared, stepping forward. "I found this ranger of the Night's Watch while I was lost in the woods. He was attacked by a White Walker. I wish to speak with your Lord Commander."

I made sure my tone was firm—this wasn't a request.

I was usually a peaceful guy, but people here didn't speak that language. If they mistook me for a noble, I might as well use the misunderstanding to my advantage.

And it worked.

The leader hesitated, taken aback by how I spoke. The other four scrutinized me from head to toe, their gazes lingering on my finely crafted hammer.

Mjolnir didn't fit the conventional mold of a weapon—it was too impractical in both shape and weight distribution. But its craftsmanship alone was enough to tell them I wasn't some wildling.

"White Walkers? They're nothing but stories," one of the men sneered.

I sighed. Then, without a word, I dropped the large, human-sized bundle I had been carrying onto the snow.

The impact caused a muffled, inhuman scream to rip through the air.

That single sound wiped the smug look off the man's face. The horses whinnied in panic, their riders struggling to control them.

"Then why don't you come down and see for yourself?" I said, my voice cold and imposing.

The men exchanged uneasy glances.

"It must be an animal," one muttered.

"No animal sounds like that," another said, shaking his head.

"Will, explain yourself. What's in there?"

The slightly older member of the group stepped forward and asked this in harsh tone.

"Alliser…" Will's voice trembled. "He… he speaks the truth. I—I couldn't save them. I told him to turn back, but he didn't listen. I—I couldn't do anything, so I ran…"

He was hyperventilating.

The now Alliser narrowed his eyes, I didn't remember him from the TV show but It's but years since I watch Game of Thrones so going by my memory wasn't the best idea.

"Who is this man?"

Seeing Will struggle to respond, I stepped forward. Immediately, their swords were back on me.

I simply sighed. "Save it. I'm not the one you should be afraid of."

A man scoff. "No one's afraid of you."

I didn't bother replying. Instead, I knelt and loosened the bindings around the bundled-up White Walker.

"Scaaaaaa…"

Even with its mouth stuffed with cloth, the White Walker let out an ear-piercing screech.

The Night's Watch's mighty warriors went pale.

It thrashed violently, its limbs still bound, but nearly lunged at the nearest horse, causing chaos among the riders.

I grabbed it by the head, forcing its face into the open for all to see.

"That," I said, my voice like steel, "is who you should be afraid of."

A stunned silence fell over them.

"By the Seven…" someone whispered.

Alliser's eyes widened in shock. He glanced at me, then back at the creature, before snapping to his men.

"Call Lord Commander Mormont."

But he wasn't the only one in shock. His men fared far worse. Seeing their stunned expressions, he barked out,

"Didn't you hear me, maggots?! Call the Lord Commander NOW—

TELL HIM WINTER HAS COME!"