Chapter 54 : Worth Of A God's Word

Cersei stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat. At one point she was fussing over her son's foolish actions and the next she found the sky falling on them.

One moment, the executioner was raising his blade to end Eddard Stark's life. The next, something shot through the air with blinding speed and slammed into him, knocking him unconscious.

It was no arrow, no spear; nothing could send a man flying like that and put him unconscious. There are many things which can kill a fully armored knight like that, but nothing which can make him fly like that.

But if that wasn't it, whatever that object was, it didn't fall down. Rather it stopped midair, clearly flying.

And once her eyes finally focused after the lightning flashes, she noticed a very recognisable hammer. Thor's hammer.

Before anyone could react, the hammer flew back and a man caught it, and as soon as he did, the skies darkened. Clouds rolled in with unnatural speed. Then came the lightning—crashing down upon the man, a blond man who she found herself always thinking about, her nights going by nowadays calling his name in loneliness. He was Thor, and when he came out of the lightning strike, it was like the gods themselves had summoned him. Thunder roared across the square, shaking the ground.

And there he stood, with the same marvellous red cloak fluttering behind him while the armor shone in the thunder with brilliant shimmer.

Lightning came down and engulfed him, hitting directly at the hammer. It was like he was commanding the lightning itself.

But it can't be… no one can do that. Not even the mages of old Valyria could do something like that.

Cersei couldn't move. Couldn't speak. All she could do was watch. Her body refused to move when that lightning came down striking Thor and then he came out of it completely unharmed, with armor on.

But that wasn't the end of it, far from it. What Cersei saw after that made her shudder.

Thor charged. With a single swing, he sent men flying. Guards crumpled before him. Steel shattered. Shields splintered. He took down waves of enemies like they were toddlers, like they were made of wax. He raised Mjolnir and called down more lightning. Blinding bolts crashed from the heavens, tearing through stone and armor.

If the first time was a stroke of sheer luck, a magic to enmesh their senses, or maybe she was the only one seeing this, maybe she was intoxicated, but then the next time when he called down lightning, it was clear that it wasn't just her seeing things.

This was no trick; she could smell the burning flesh, she could feel the electricity in the air. But more than anything she could feel the fear around her.

She knew that he was no ordinary man, there was no way otherwise she would be taken so much by him. There was that mark on his back, the mystery regarding her firstborn still up in the air. She knew that going against him was wrong, her instincts told her not to and yet—

What he was, was still a question in her mind but it was clear that he was capable of things no man could, and winning against him, against something who can wield lightning himself, whose armor doesn't even scratch in a fight, who can kill a man barehanded with just a punch…

NO…

And then her eyes tore through that handsome face and went back to her child. A sudden panic settled in her when she realized what this means.

What will happen to Joffrey? Could anyone stop Thor if he wished to kill Joffrey? Millions of things started to run through her mind, fear and anxiety bulging inside her.

Even now she thought that whatever she was looking at was nothing but the outcome of her being intoxicated by a substance she knew not of.

Joffrey, on the other hand, was muttering something incomprehensible to himself. However, the fear he held in those eyes was visible to everyone.

"Toss your weapons away, yield and you have my word that no one further shall be harmed."

I said this, waiting more like hoping for them to heed my words. Odin knows I could kill anyone here and no one would be wiser until they saw it happen themselves or lived to tell the tale, however, I didn't wish to kill.

For that remained the same between us, neither Thor nor I wished to kill the innocents. Can't say about MCU Thor or any other version of him for that regard, but the memories I have of him, he wasn't at least a mass murderer or someone who enjoyed killing.

So I waited, hoping they would heed my words. Not like I couldn't bolt out of here since Stark would most likely be out of the city by now. But even that would take some lives to pass those gates.

And then there are also those who I have enough leverage to get rid of to negate any future complications. My mind telling me to get rid of Cersei, get rid of Joffrey, and more than anything smash that spider's face to the ground.

And just when my mind was reeling through all these thoughts, I heard the sound I was waiting for, a metal dropping to the ground sound. A weapon dropping to the ground sound.

One by one, from swords to spears, all of them fell to the ground. The city guards, after hearing my warning, decided to give up.

Strange how things went with mortal hearts. Against an army they would stand still, yet they fear someone who can command lightning while the result of both would inevitably end with their death.

However, this was exactly what I wished for. So—

"A wise move. Heed my word, there is no disgrace in dropping your weapon in times when one's heart wavers to recognize right from wrong. It's time to question one's morale and be the man you once wished others could have been to you.

As you have my word. None shall be harmed." I said, especially the last part while looking at Cersei who was still looking at me like I was a stranger reincarnated.

I know I should take care of them right here and right now, even the 17-year-old me would have done that. However, surprisingly it was the Thor in me who conflicted from taking any action.

Strange as the world is, it was Thor's honor and his value to his tongue which made me hesitate.

I obviously gave my word to Robert I wouldn't act against Joffrey, now I feel that maybe I should be more cautious about whom I promise what.

At the time I couldn't care less, but when I have to respect those words, I can feel it, my mind and soul start to tear itself. Like an internal conflict about what should have been done and what I should do.

'I have no right to call Ned Stark a fool if I act like him…'

But again this wasn't exactly honor which stopped me, it was more like pride. Thor's pride to stand up to his words. To not act against a defenceless woman even after knowing the said woman was a bloodthirsty lioness.

I still gripped my hammer harder, to move and just throw the hammer at Cersei's or Joffrey's head even after I was conflicted. Even after my entire being was telling me not to.

However, just as I was about to do that, a burning sensation appeared at my back. An intense pain tore through my body. I could feel it; it originated exactly where I had that mark on my back.

'Something's not right here. This can't be just me hesitating. What is this pain and this uncomfortable feeling like it's getting harder to breathe?'

And then I felt something which almost trembled my heart. I felt the hammer in my hand getting heavier.

The Asgardian rune of worthiness emerged from it, making my breath hitch.

[You gave your word. That is the word of the future king of Asgard.]

My ear rang, a heavy voice rang in my ears, almost taking me by surprise. A tingling sensation passed through my back. A chill crept up my spine.

Gulping, I took one step back by instinct, and as soon as I did that, I felt the heavy oppressive feeling disappear.

The hammer in my hand went light as a feather and my breathing came back to order.

"By All-Father, what was that?"

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