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Thor watched silently as Rachel took the news. He allowed her to process it all at her own pace, in her own way. He was not about to interfere with another’s grief, especially when he had enough of his own to deal with. He noted, quite bitterly, that if it was only Rachel who had lost her home world, he would have been more sympathetic to her plight. As it was, he was prepared to let her face the initial shock of the news alone.

He drained another tankard of mead and considered getting himself yet another. He did not want to face this situation sober and in his right mind, not that he had been in his right mind for a long while now.

Even as Rachel dropped to the floor, Thor did not move to help her. He let her stay there as she laughed and cackled. He could hear she was not laughing out of mirth, but out of shock and grief. Wasn’t there that Midgardian turn of phrase: if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry?

He waited until her laughter subsided and she spoke again. “If you want me to help you find hope again, I can’t do that, not now when I barely have any hope left for myself. I am still your family but I might not be the best being to be in the company of presently.”

He drummed his fingers against his empty tankard and stared off in the distance. He wanted to feel something other than hollow bitterness but all other emotions were simply not present or available to him right now. Rachel would never see the grand halls of Asgard or meet her mother. She deserved comfort and she deserved to be told that hope could still exist. But could Thor provide that for her when he could scarcely do it for himself?

“Being hopeful does not make you weak,” Thor stated with an edge of anger in his voice that was not meant for Rachel; it was meant for himself for his lack of empathy for her. “If you choose to give up on hope, that is your choice but do not mistake hope as something to be frowned upon. Hope can still exist in the darkest of times. Sometimes it is a struggle to find it but it can be there should you choose to believe it.”

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All That’s Left || Thor & Rachel

Emptiness was a feeling Rachel was not familiar with. Even when there were no emotion of her own raging inside her there were the emotions of the people around her. Every waking moment she would feel as if there was a whirlwind inside her. So many emotions, hurt, anger, pain, grief, that sometimes she wandered why she did not scream and cry all the time from the weight of it. But weakness had never been an option for Rachel. Not even when she was a child. And certainly not when she had grown up.

But the moment Thor had spoken those words, she had felt as if there was nothing inside her. As if she were incapable of feeling the emotions, any form of emotion. She had felt hollow. But then suddenly every emotion she could spare hit her full force. She barely managed not to stagger back as they pushed inside her. Pushing her back with a force she had never felt before.

Her hand gripped the tankard so tightly her knuckled turned whiter, whiter then her already pale skin. Looking down at her reflection in the drink she paused for a second before throwing her head back and drinking with a few gulps, finishing it, even as it burned down her throat. But the brunette barely felt it, the pain and anger and disbelief growing inside her by the second, dulling any other feeling. Any other emotion.

And then suddenly she was laughing. Laughing so hard that she fell to the ground, but still she laughed. Her head forward, her hair covering her face. She looked like a deranged person she knew it, but she couldn’t help herself. Her laughter was hollow, just as she had felt a few moments ago, mirthless even. “And here I was thinking I had finally found a home and a family.” She managed to get out between gasps. She stilled for a few seconds, her arms cradling her torso. “I need to stop dreaming.” She whispered hoarsely, lifting her head, meeting his eyes. “I need to stop hoping. I need to stop being weak.”

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Thor stuck close to Darcy as they walked without any particular purpose. Thor wasn’t paying attention to which direction they were going; he was only placing one foot in front of the other and going through the motions like it was the only thing he knew to do. He was feeling numb but not from the cold chill in the air for he hadn’t noticed the drop in temperature. He had noticed was the emptiness in his heart.

When Darcy stated that she would always support him, Thor took her hand in his and gave a gentle squeeze. He needed to hear those words from her. She had been one of dearest friends here on Midgard and the idea of her not being in his life chilled him more than any Winter’s day ever could, even one on Jotunheim.

He linked his arm with hers after that as they continued walking. They had come across a park that was not too crowded. Thor had stopped paying attention to the other people they shared the park space with. Now he was becoming wrapped up in several lifetimes’ worth of memories of his home. Could he really pinpoint just one?

“It doesn’t seem that long ago now, and yet it would be over one of your millenia ago it happened,” he explained, his voice quiet and unlike Thor’s usual level of energy. “But when I was a child, I spent a lot of time in the training grounds. I can remember whole summers spent there, or at least that’s how it seemed. From the crack of dawn to the arrival of dusk, I would be learning how to be a warrior. My dearest friend, Sif, would be by my side, and eventually she would be joined by Volstagg, Fandral and Hogun. Occasionally Loki would participate but he usually watched from the sidelines, along with my father and mother. It was hard work but whenever I think of those times, I remember sunlight, warmth, laughter.” He could not speak any more of it without fear of his emotions completely outrunning him.

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Thor was glad Darcy didn’t pull her hand out of his. It was like she was anchoring him, holding him back from floating off into the abyss. He knew he still had friends and people he considered to be like his family here and Darcy was one of those beings. Darcy couldn’t remove all the pain and grief he was going through and Thor wouldn’t ask her to even try. But she was helping, in her own way and Thor wanted to feel blessed for that. Right now though, he felt anything but blessed.

Thor got up from his chair once Darcy had finished her drink. He could feel people’s eyes on them and not in a good way. These people no longer trusted him like they once did. Doubt and prejudice had infiltrated their minds and now Thor was no longer welcome. But if he didn’t stay here on Midgard, where else could he go?

“I am unsure of my actions recently,” Thor confessed to her as they began to walk along the sidewalk arm in arm. “I feel as if I am moving through mud. Nothing feels right any more.” He sighed out and his head hung low; not his usual demeanor at all. “I thank you for your time, Miss Darcy. I am most grateful for it. I apologise for my current mood. I doubt it will change soon. The loss of Asgard, it has-” Thor had to stop talking for a moment as he gathered his wits again. He was not going to fall apart here. “It has been hard on me.”

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Thor stood up and took Rachel’s empty tankard with him as he went indoors. He returned with her tankard refilled with the mead and a filled tankard of his own. He put Rachel’s tankard on the table next to her before retaking his seat. He sipped his mead as he summoned the courage to explain to her what he had meant.

“The Foesitians weren’t only threatening this realm, Rachel,” he started with, “they wanted to extinguish all the stars we can see in the sky and more. They were not going to be satisfied until only darkness existed. While we succeeded in saving Midgard, we failed other realms.” He paused to sip some more of his mead. Where the mead had had a regenerative effect on Rachel, it did nothing for Thor. If anything, it made him feel worse as his homesickness increased every time the mead hit his tastebuds and reminded him of the times he had spent drinking the stuff with his dearly departed friends.

“Asgard is gone. I cannot any trace of it left. The Foesitians got to it and now it is no more. I have no home to go to now and I guess in a way, neither have you. I cannot contact anyone from Asgard, not even Heimdall. The Bifrost is gone. If anything of Asgard remains, it is silent and desolate. If Nott truly is your mother, and I believe you when you say that she is, you are all that’s left of my Asgardian family.”

Thor stopped talking and looked down at his tankard. This was difficult for him to discuss. He had avoided doing so with the other Avengers so far but Rachel deserved to know the truth. After a shaky breath, he looked up at the young woman. “I have been searching for anything left of Asgard but alas so far I have been unsuccessful.”

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All That’s Left || Thor & Rachel

Whatever Thor had given her seemed to be working some form of wonder. She felt stronger then she had in days since the battle. Not as strong as she had been before but strong enough. At least she didn’t feel like falling flat on her face for the moment.

Rachel stared up at the shadowy apparition of her mother. She could detect some form of similarities between the figure and herself. This was the first time she was looking upon the woman. From the delicate slant of her nose, Rachel was quick to conclude that her’s was like her mother’s. Though it was the color of her eyes that had always been a mystery to her. Who had she gotten it from? Her father or her mother? Of course the shadows couldn’t tell but perhaps Thor could. Though what he said next had her turn to him, frowning.

“What do you mean?” She asked, her voice breathless and low. Hoarse even as if she had been running a marathon. Clearing her throat Rachel looked at the god. “Did something happen to your home?” She couldn’t say our home, since she had never set foot there her entire life. Earth was the only home she had eve known. It may not have been under the best of circumstances but at least she had her powers to help her out. She would’ve survived without them, that much she was certain but Rachel was never one to mull over what could have been or how it should have been. Not realistic.

There was a pain radiating from Thor. One that she had felt the second she had stepped into the room. It was one of the reasons she had collapsed but now the pain seemed to envelope her. It was so strong that she couldn’t help the tears that stung behind her eyes but she quickly blinked them away. “What has happened to Asgard Thor?” The dark haired woman asked again, waiting patiently for him to answer her question.

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Thor was impressed by how quickly Rachel was able to neck the mead. Most mortals would have struggled with it since it was a little stronger than what they were used to. If their situation had been more of a cheerful one, he would have saluted her and led a toast in her honour; but not today.

“I will not blast you out of the room, or any other if I can help it, Rachel,” he said. The corner of his mouth twitched with the want to smile over amusement of her request but the sensation did not last for long. His expression quickly returned to the solemn one that he had worn since the Battle of the Blood Star.

His brow knitted into a frown when he realised how nervous Rachel was. The young mortal had never shown such nerves being around him before. In fact he had been impressed by how brave and brash she could be. Seeing her like this troubled the Thunderer and his imagination began to race as to what could have troubled her so.

He said nothing as she explained her parentage. Her father’s name meant Spear of God and Thor recognised the meaning behind the name immediately, although he was not sure if he was supposed to know who Asger was. He looked at the shadow form of Rachel’s father and Thor wished he knew the man, if that was what Rachel required of him.

However when the next shadow figure formed in front of him, Thor nearly fell to the ground in shock. He was facing a shadow form of Nott, one of the lost from Asgard. He stared hard at the shadow figure, desperately wishing that she was real, and that she could be proof that he wasn’t the only Asgardian left in the Nine Realms.

Then it dawned on him. If Rachel was Nott’s daughter, she too would be Asgardian or at least in part. That was enough for Thor though; this meant he was no longer alone. Tears well in his eyes and he willed them not to fall. “Rachel,” he said, his voice shaky, “we’re all that’s left of Asgard.”

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Rachel nodded, suddenly feeling parched. Taking the glass or rather tankard offered to her, she quickly gulped it down, hardly feeling the burning sensation as she gulped faster and with more force then necessary. “Thank you, Thor.” She said, once she had drained it all. Her face turned to the side, her eyes open, as the drink seemed to warm her up form the inside.

“It is when you’ve tasted strength and know how it makes you feel.” She said, standing up, strength slowly creeping back into her limbs, her heart rate slowing down to its normal speed, her chest not heaving with every breath she took. “What the hell is this stuff?” She asked, raising the small tankard, eyeing it critically, before glancing up at the god. “Ambrosia?”

The young woman suddenly felt nervous. This was the first time she was going to reveal who she was to anybody. Saying it out loud would be admitting to herself who she really was. For years she had been happy, or as happy as she could get anyway, living in denial. But those blasted headaches hadn’t left her alone and she had been desperate to get rid of them. Rachel immediately berated herself for being nervous. She was acting like an idiot.

“Don’t blast me out of the room alright?” She said, walking forward so that she was standing a few paces away from her…….relative. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she raised her violet eyes, looking at him for a brief second, before speaking.

“I-I recently found where I come from.” Moving her hand she conjured a tiny figure of a man. “This is my father, or rather his shadow. His name was Asger.” Spear of God. What kind of people were her paternal grandparents? She waited for a second, before waving her hand to conjure another smoky figure. “And this is my mother.” She had meant to form a small figure like her father’s but instead the shadows decided to take matters into their own hands. So to speak. The figure that emerged from the shadows was life sized. The woman was very beautiful, even though she was made from shadows. She stood almost as tall as Rachel, looking regal yet commanding. “And I believe you have already met my mother.” She said, gesturing towards the figure, slightly awed at how the shadows had sapped no energy from her. “Nott.”

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Thor took hold of Darcy’s hand and held on as tightly as he dared without hurting her. The simple act of them holding hands helped to ease the pain and heartbreak he was experiencing over the loss of his home realm. He had been trying to shut himself off from his friends; perhaps he should have been doing the opposite judging by how Darcy’s presence was able to shift his sorrow a little.

“It’s as safe as anywhere else at the moment,” he said in a hushed tone. The attention he was attracting from the others wasn’t going unnoticed. Thor was not in the mood for conflict about him having the right to be here or not. No one seemed to be brave enough to actually speak to him directly. Until they did, Thor settled for ignoring them.

“I do not require nourishment,” he stated. He summoned a weak smile for his dear friend, “but I am grateful for you asking.” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as she asked him about his welfare. That wasn’t going to be an easy question to answer, despite the simplicity of the original query.

“I have not been faring well, Darcy,” he admitted as he blew out a shaky breath. He had not yet spoken about his loss and he was already thinking that a coffee shop such as this one was the appropriate place to speak of such things. He glanced around him before looking back at Darcy. “Perhaps we should take a walk, once you have finished your coffee of course. I fear this is not the safest of places for us to discuss sensitive information.”

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Thor had not entertained any guests since the final battle of the Blood Star. He had turned everyone away, demanding that he needed space to grieve. He had refused the help offered to him by his teammates and effectively cut himself off from the rest of the realm. If Rachel had called ahead, he would have told her to stay away; but by dropping in like this, Rachel had given him no choice and despite his misery, he felt obligated to assist her.

“Do you require a drink? Nourishment?” He asked like any good host should. He pulled a chair up for Rachel to sit on if she required it. Concern for another person was just enough to pull Thor out of his grief for now and remember that he wasn’t the only one hurting in one way or another.

“Feeling weak isn’t necessarily a bad thing, Rachel,” he said in a quiet and sombre tone, not his usually brash and overly cheerful one. While Rachel was giving him a chance to break through the bleakness that had taken over his life, he didn’t have it in him to return to the demeanour he was perhaps best known for. He wasn’t ready for that yet, not for a long time.

“What has brought you here, Rachel?” He asked after retrieving a small tankard of sweet mead for her. The liquid had restorative properties, although Thor was using it sparingly now. If Asgard was truly gone, there would be no more mead as well as no more of a lot of things. Thor tried his best not to think about that although it remained in the back of his mind.

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All That’s Left || Thor & Rachel

‘Don’t Collapse. Don’t Collapse. Don’t Collapse.’

Her knees bent underneath her. She hissed at the impact her still scabbed legs and knees made with the cold marble floor. Rachel lifted her head to asses her location before groaning, cursing under her breath before, curling up in a fetal position right on the floor. Her breathing was slightly labored as she tried to regain her breath. Shadow-travel was still rather hard on her body. It took too much of her energy, though it had seemed almost effortless before the Battle.

She didn’t know how long she lay there, but she could feel a familiar shadow on the floor above her. Pushing herself up, grunting with effort, she staggered to her feet, her hand gripping the table next to her for support. Her knuckles turned paler then her usual skin tone. She stood there for a few brief minutes, letting her heart slow down and adopt the familiar steady rhythm. Taking a deep breath she loosened her grip on the chair.

Feeling the familiar tug in the air she let the shadows wrap themselves around her as the transported her to her destination. If she kept this up it would surely kill her, or weaken her enough that she would. This time she arrived at her destination.

“Thor.” She said, seeing the God stand in front of her, a relieved smile pulling at her lips. “I-��� She gasped out, feeling her knees weaken. “I came to see you.” She said, the words pouring out as if she had rehearsed them.

Rachel stepped or rather staggered forward towards the wall, wanting as much support as she could. “Damn, I hate feeling weak.” She growled under her breath, sliding down against the wall as she did. Holding up a finger in the Norse God’s direction she leaned her head back, letting it rest against the wall. “Gimme, a second.” She said. “I gotta catch my breath.”

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All That’s Left || Thor & Rachel

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The last time Thor had slept, he had dreamt of Asgard. It was Asgard as he remembered it from his childhood. Everything glittered and shimmered. His laughter, mixed with Loki and Sif’s rang through the halls of the royal family’s home. His father didn’t look so old and bitter. His mother was happy and safe. Everything was perfect.

He awoke and cursed his dreams. Asgard was gone, the chance to relive those memories in the place he had made them was gone with it. All of his family, his fellow warriors: gone. A whole realm had been destroyed and he had done nothing to prevent it.

Thor had slumbered on the desk that he had covered in various charts and maps as he tried to search the skies for any trace of his home realm. Several cups of half-drunk coffee lined the edges of the desk. Boxes of untouched food littered the desk and floor. Thor got up from the desk and slumped over to the collection of telescopes he had set up along the balcony of his quarters in the Avengers Tower and he began his new ritual of checking for any changes in the night sky.

Nothing had changed since the previous night. Perhaps it was time for him to go further afield again; leave New York and leave the Midgardians to their petty squabbles over who deserved this realm or not. Maybe go back to New Mexico, where he first met Jane Foster. Maybe go to Norway, where he used to go a lot in his youth. Maybe go anywhere but here.

He was going to hold out his hand and call Mjolnir to him but he paused. A shift in the shadows to his side stopped him. Something was in the shadows, trying to break through. “Who goes there?” He asked, his voice as weary as he felt. He nearly gasped as he recognised the form of the girl he had met back in Detroit emerged in the darkness. “Rachel?” He asked as he stretched his hands out to her, “is that you?”

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Thor was close to being a his wits end. No matter what he tried or how hard he had tried it, he could not find any remnant or trace of Asgard. For all he knew, he was the last living Asgardian in the whole of existence and that scared him more than he liked to admit. Heimdall wasn’t answering and the Bifrost bridge was gone. Every search Thor made since the end of the Blood Star battle had led him nowhere. He was a god without a home.

Thor wasn’t one to languish in the depths of depression. Despite his grief and anger, he forced himself to keep moving. In this instance, he kept himself moving to a quiet coffee shop close to the Avengers Tower, if only to get him out of his quarters for a short while. He had covered his rooms in an abundance of star maps and charts, most of which had been a part of Dr. Jane Foster’s research. He couldn’t stare at them any longer.

So with a hooded sweatshirt with the hood pulled up, he entered the coffee shop and ordered himself a drink. He could hear whispers of people recognising him and he frowned at the murmurings that distinctly sounded as if he wasn’t welcome here, not only in the coffee shop but in New York or on Midgard. Before this soured his mood even further, he saw a familiar face that managed to warm the tattered remains of his broken heart.

“I approached because I thought it would be nice to talk to a good friend,” he said to Darcy as he took a seat opposite her. “Tis good to see, Darcy. You have no idea how good it is to see you again.”

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It had been awhile since the fight in Detroit, and Darcy was still dealing with that fact. She still had nightmares, all the people who had given themselves to save the world, and so many that she had not been able to save.

Once everything had calmed down they found out there was no longer any communications which they had previously had contact with. She hoped that they were still out there, especially Asgard.

She had been asked not too long afterward if she would join S.W.O.R.D. being an assistant to Brand and a liaison between S.W.O.R.D. and the White House. She accepted the position, it had been keeping her busy, she was flying between Detroit, D.C., and New York often, spending most of her time with Brand.

Today was one of her off days, and she was spending it in New York. Everything was hostile now, she was one of the first to meet an Alien, and she got sneers and dirty looks, not to mention what had been said about her on the crazy websites of those who believed HOPE.

Darcy sat in a coffee shop, stirring her coffee and reading a newspaper, it was a quiet place. Well it had been quiet until she saw someone approach her table. She laid the newspaper down and peered up at the person in front of her, she had raised an eyebrow before she spoke. “Is there a reason you approached my table?” She did not want to be rude, but she had become used to people walking up to her, and telling her she needed to stop supporting aliens.

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It would be so easy to just stab him. In the middle of the street. There’s no one here. Leave him bleeding out in the dark. The drunks would be tripping over his corpse all night without second thought. Raven turned and flashed Thor a perfect smile. She wanted to say all manner of things to him, but she guessed making fun of him was not going to make him trust her, which was not her intention. Raven wasn’t stupid, she knew she wouldn’t be able to lie outrightly to someone like him, but he struck her as one of the rather arrogant and self-important sorts and she could use that.

Her eyes rested briefly on the sword Thor was gripping so tightly and the ghost of a smile played on her lips. “Oh, there’s no need for that, Sir. I’m not going to hurt you. Unless you feel like pulling a stunt similar to that delightful gentleman in the bar. But you don’t strike me as that- forward.” She took a step toward him, hands raised, “You may call me Raven, although you might know me by another name,” She left this purposefully open ended. It was most definitely a test. 

“As a member of the high command, you must be able to identify my profession from how I look? No? Well, I rent my services to those with ambition and the ability to afford me.” She smiled, the look of a cat lying next to an empty bird cage. She approached him, placing a hand over the one gripping his sword and whispered in his ear, “I can elaborate, but I’ll leave you to your deductions.” And then in the time it took to blink, she had pulled away from him again. Raven turned slowly away, glancing back over her shoulder, “Is that all? I really do have places to go. And I’m afraid there are deadlines to be met.”

As soon as she mentioned being able to identify her profession on sight, Thor realised he was addressing an assassin. Ice ran through his veins. It was stupid to assume there weren’t any assassins lurking in the shadows of King’s Landing but seeing her here now, with the Mother of Dragons in the city too, only spelled trouble in Thor’s mind. Of course this assassin wasn’t going to tell him why she was here or who she was working for if he asked but he had to find out one way or another.

“You might say your name is Raven but you are also known as Mystique,” Thor said, his voice low like the rumble of thunder in a distant storm. “You are wanted, in one way or another, all over Westeros for your skills and your crimes. While you are here in King’s Landing, I must warn you that if I discover your intentions here are to do ill to anyone I’m sworn to protect, I will end you.”

Mystique’s reputation was certainly colourful, to put it mildly. But then again, so was Thor’s. He was known for his temper and for his ferocity in battle. There was a reason why he was Head of the Queen’s Guard and why he had managed to hold onto the position for much longer than most of his predecessors. 

He stood as still as statue as she got closer and moved away again. His eyes never left her, not trusting her for a moment. As she turned to walk away, he finally moved so he could step around her and stand in her path, preventing her from getting to those places she had mentioned. “The deadlines can wait until I’m done with you.”

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The title of “best assassin in Westeros” did not come without its hardships, but she’d found the profession to her liking, so the risks did not bother her as much as they probably should have. The assassin had never missed her target and she didn’t plan to in the for the foreseeable future. At the moment, she was going under the name Raven, and she liked it that way. Her training had been with the Faceless Men, but that was before she’d been sent off to work independently after a rather unfortunate accident. However, even through her wanderings, she believed herself indebted to them, so chose loyalty only to coin and the God of Death.

Raven was counting a small bag of bloodstained coins in the corner of a crowded tavern. Her employer had believed himself more clever than she and had payed her half of what they’d agreed to. Now, Raven had all of her money and one less treacherous, unreliable Lord to worry about. She smiled to herself and she flipped a coin in the air and caught it, placing it back in the bag and putting it away. A man sidled over to the table, red-faced from drunkenness. “What’s a fine little girl like you ‘angin’ ‘round a plac such as this?” he asked, stumbling over his words, leaning heavily on the table. “I’m no “girl” my good sir,” she smiled with false politeness. “Oh yeah?” the man gave her an ugly, toothy grin, “Wanna show me?” “Not really,” she smiled, and before he could say another word, she’d slid out from behind the table and pulled it out from underneath him, sending the man crashing to the floor. 

She stared down at him, a disgusted look on her beautiful, yet scarred face. “Pity-” she murmured, throwing her bag over her shoulder and stepping over him. The establishment had been generally unaware of the scuffle, which is how Raven liked to keep things. She did not like to show off. It drew too much attention, and, in her opinion, the mark of the overly confident and pretentious. She had, to her dismay, caught the attention of someone, and she could feel them followed her out of the building. “Please, speak up,” she sighed, without turning around, as she exited the tavern, “Someone might assume the worst when you lurk around. And I’d hate to cause a scene.”

Thor was in the tavern for work reasons, not for personal. As much as he would like to drink tankard after tankard of ale, he did not partake. He needed to keep his wits about him as there were even more rumours of assassins and evil doers swirling around King’s Landing than usual. The arrival of Alexis, the Mother of Dragons, had brought with it more trouble than Thor had ever seen during his tenure of Head of the Queen’s Guard. One slip and Thor would have the blood of innocents on his hands and that was not something he was prepared to have.

That’s why he spotted the scuffle when no one else did. That’s why he followed the woman responsible for the scuffle out of the tavern and out onto the street. All of his instincts told him she was dangerous and while he had no cause to arrest her as yet, he knew that following her now was a good plan.

When she spoke, Thor gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with his hand, ready to draw the blade known as Mjolnir in a heartbeat. The woman was smaller and slighter than he but that did not mean he would naturally have the upperhand if they came to blows. 

“My name is Thor Odinson, Head of the Queen’s Guard. All I ask is that you reveal your name and your intentions for your visit to King’s Landing.”

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The tavern was quiet this night and Thor could not express how relieved he was about this. For he was not in the mood to be surrounded by his fellow guards while pretending that everything was OK. It was not OK, far from it, all thanks to a woman and her dragons.

Tonight he was going to be able to quietly drown his sorrows. Tonight he was going to forget about dragons and Khaleesis and games of thrones and whatever else was going on in King’s Landing. He got himself a large tankard of ale and a plate of meat, bread and vegetables and took a seat in one of the darkest corners of the tavern.

He had barely managed to start on his food when he saw an old face grace the tavern with her presence. Despite all of his troubles and woes, Thor found himself smiling to himself. It had been some years since he last laid eyes on Wanda but she was always welcome as far as he was concerned, despite the rumours about her abilities as a witch.

He got to his feet and momentarily left his dark corner to attract Wanda’s attention. “Wanda,” he said with a beaming smile. “Tis good to see you again. Perhaps, if it is not too much trouble, you might join me for a spell. I am sat over there. I would appreciate your company if you are willing to share it with me.”

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Beyond the Call of Duty

Open for anyone in King’s Landing who is not with the Khaleesi

Never in all of his days had Thor seen such ridiculousness. Actual dragons had returned to King’s Landing and now he was expected to keep said dragons in line. Since when was it stated in any text written anywhere that the Captain of the Queen’s Guard should do such a thing as babysit a bunch of dragons? Surely there was someone else more qualified for this task, as Thor was more interested in protecting his Queen.

Thor paced in the throne room as he awaited either the Queen herself or any one of her advisers to show themselves and hear Thor’s thoughts on the matter of dragons. He had quite a lot of thoughts to be expressed on this particular matter, most of them involving him losing his temper and a lot of curse words that should not be heard in a place such as the throne room.

Thor’s pacing slowed to a stop when he heard approaching footsteps. He crossed his arms on his chest and tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for whomever was about to enter the throne room and join him. He did not intend to keep them for long considering how busy everyone was during this chaotic time but he needed to vent his frustrations to someone.

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Don’t lose hope...

Thor was beyond hope. His hope had died with Asgard; all that was left was rage and grief. Still, Captain Rogers’ voice managed to break through the dark storm cloud had had gripped what remained of Thor’s tattered and broken heart. The forces of Midgard were finally winning. Asgard might have fallen, but Midgard was still going to stand after all of this awfulness. That meant something, although Thor’s mind was too burdened with darkness to comprehend that fully.

“Aye, Captain,” Thor’s voice boomed over the comms as he and the Foesitians surrounding him became bathed in a glorious glow of bright, golden light. Thor ignored it on a conscious level and threw himself into following the Captain’s orders. He charged through the Foesitians as they began to cry and scream in horror as the Void began to shine brighter than any star Thor had ever seen. On a subconscious level, Thor felt his spirits lift a little. He had helped saved Midgard, not all was lost. He should be proud of this moment, that he was able to stand with his friends and defeat a seemingly unbeatable foe. And yet, Thor could not allow himself to truly feel joy over this moment. Asgard had still fallen and he blamed himself for that.

Thor pushed through the battlefield, helping those that could get to their feet head towards the perimeter of the fight. Many of those he helped thanked him for his assistance. Thor tried to smile at them but each of the smiles he gave were forced and false. These people were grateful for their lives, but Thor was no longer grateful for his own. He was the last of his kind now, as far as he knew. He was a god without a home. How could he smile truthfully knowing that?

The light coming from the Void turned into a brilliant white colour and if looked into directly would blind a person’s vision temporarily. Thor turned to face the Void, his Asgardian heritage protecting him from harm from the Void’s light. He fell to his knees, much like many Foesitians around him. Unlike the fallen Foesitians though, Thor opened his arms out to the Void, letting its light warm his skin through his armour. Around him, the foe writhed in agony whereas Thor released some of his own. They had avenged all of those destroyed by the Foesitian forces, including Asgard. 

Don’t lose hope...

As the Void became a beacon of white hot light, turning the grimy murky day into something akin to a gorgeous summer’s day, Thor let out an almighty roar of anguish. As he did so, the light provided him with the capacity to hope again although he would not know this for days to come. The insurmountable foe had fallen, realms and kingdoms had their vengeance, the heroes of Midgard had gone above and beyond to deliver what was left of the galaxy to safety. This was a day to be celebrated until the end of days.

So why was Thor still so miserable?

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The Blood Star - Combat Team One

“Language, Captain. I thought we had talking about this,” Tony intoned dryly as his helmet snapped shut once more. “And you’re welcome, Rogers,” Tony grumbled past his own flooding sense of relief. Captain America was okay. Steve was okay. “You know, tactically, I still think I should be here and you should be driving them towards me, but aye, aye, Captain.” Things seemed calmer here, like perhaps the Captain was the eye of the storm, the stoic center of their team, the driving energy that kept all of their frenetic power in orbit around him. He paused a moment after Barton jogged off. Maybe, if he could only… Maybe Howard wouldn’t appear again. Maybe he could fight it, fight the visions, because he already felt worn at the edges, with only his insanely well developed ability to compartmentalize and handle crisis holding him together. “Whatever they have you seeing, Steve, he’s not there. Stay focused. We need you here.”

And then, the hypocrite, Tony snapped his eyes shut, cursing silently. Howard wasn’t there, but he was, and Steve was looking at Tony’s father in a way he’d never, never, earned from either of the pair. With respect, with affection, like they actually wanted him there, like they were friends, like he belonged. Howard’s easy laugh made his ears burn as they had when he was young. “Oh, Tony, Tony. Get a grip. Go be useful somewhere else, let the big boys talk, alright? Be a man and get your pathetic ass out of here.” Tony was so glad Steve couldn’t see his eyes. He’d always been told they were the only expressive thing about him, and he had no intention of explaining anything he’d seen later, and certainly not to Steve. “Catch you on the flip side,” he finished gruffly and shot up into the air. 

Taking a deep breath, he looked down at the battle teeming below, scanning for his team mates, and not for the first time wishing that the Big Guy had joined them in this fight. His strength would have been useful in sweeping these assholes out of the way. Noting Thor’s remark that the Black Widow had fallen but was safely in the med tent, he turned his attention to Barton– Shit, where was Clint? “Barton, do you read me?” As he spoke, the strange keening of the aliens began, and his brain began whirring with potential possibilities and outcomes, but still, his team, he can’t lose track of his team, it’s his job. “Clint, come in, respond. JARVIS, run a heat signiture scan, find Barton.” “Yes sir. Agent Barton appears to be inert, Sir, I will direct you to his location.” 

Hitting the ground hard next to Barton’s curled form, Tony growled as the suit blasted away half of the group of buggers attacking his friend. Useless. “Not now, dad,” Tony growled out louder, between his teeth. The other half of the group went flying at the suit crouched protectively over Clint’s form. You should have been so much better, so much brighter… Someone who deserved to take over Stark Industries. You don’t deserve to work alongside him, do you, you know you don’t. This must be what paranoid schizophrenia felt like, Tony decided. The vicious, drunken, whispers of his father’s voice never quelled, but with a concerted effort of concentration and a missile driving back a force that had tried to slip past the border they had established. “The Void is shutting down. It’s volatile, try to stay back from it.”

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“Finally, you’re making sense.” Tony found it in himself to chuckle. His helmet snapped back down as he turned to power after Barton, dread in his stomach stemming from Captain’s plea and how suddenly it’d been cut off. If Steve was dead, if he was even hurt badly, he’d fucking– He’d… And as he swept a wave of Foesitians away with a missile, careful to avoid the blast landing too close to Nat or Thor, Tony realized that he didn’t know what he’d do if he failed to save Captain America. It would turn this mission into one aimed at suicide for him, glorious death during battle and then sweet, sweet, peace. 

He landed heavily next to Clint and fired off a few repulsor beams. “Clint, JARVIS can assess the damage, I’ll get him back to base if I have to, but we need to hold that chokepoint. Ignore whatever you’re seeing and go.”

Even as he spoke JARVIS’ calm voice was reporting back on scans as his visor displayed them. “Come on, Old Man, get up. You haven’t nose dived into the arctic this time, this is no time for naps.”

“Sir, he does appear to be unconscious, but besides some flesh wounds, or as you would call him, scrapes and bruises, the Captain only appears to be very tense.”

“Thank you, JARVIS– Holy mother of god.” Cold dread sunk into his chest and around his reactor and through to the base of his spine as he looked up into the disapproving face of Howard Stark.

“What, Tony, you can’t even save Captain America? I spent my entire life searching for him, and even with your stupid fancy suit you can’t save him? That’s Captain America. Get off your lazy ass and do something worthwhile for once, why don’t you?”

All at once Tony Stark was a little boy again, looking up at the looming father of his figure from the floor of his room. Age five, he’d built his first robot and run to show his father, only to be yelled at to get out of his goddamn office while he was having a meeting. “JARVIS, my dad died a long time ago, didn’t he?” Tony asked shakily. “Captain, buddy, you gotta wake up, wake up…” JARVIS didn’t reply, not that he could hear.

Howard scoffed heavily. “You never were of any use. No wonder you’re such a wreck. You’re pathetic. I’m who you should have become, and instead you’re a pathetic, pale, weak, nutjob, who looks kind of like me. When he looks at you he sees me, and he wishes it was true. Everyone does. Tony Stark, the biggest failure of them all despite having every advantage.”

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There was dirt in Steve’s mouth. His tongue tasted of blood and dirt and in the darkness he was disorientated. What he remembered of the ice was clean, numb. His limbs felt locked into place much as he always felt when he remembered the ice, but something wasn’t right. The elemental cracking and shifting of the plates of the world filtered down to him like the great rumbling of distant guns. Artillery cresting the hill, men riding tanks, marching on in front remembered like shadows, remembered like the way Brooklyn summers used to burn his skin.

This wasn’t that. This wasn’t–

Blood rushed and roared and with a great heaving breath Steve came back to life once more. He choked on the dirt filling his mouth and he spasmed with monumental force, scrabbling around on the ground with a sudden awareness of how vulnerable he was.

He got his knees up underneath him and with great surprise found that Barton and Stark were beside him, and he looked at them aghast, wobbling to his feet, muscles aching but already recovering from the huge amounts of electricity that had coursed through him.

“Barton, Stark, get the hell out of here!”

Steve’s eyes blazed and he swiped a grimy hand across his head to remove the blood plastering his hair to his skin.

“Get back to the perimeter and sweep those sons of bitches back in towards me, what the hell are you doing here?”

Fury and frustration and embarrassment mingled in him and made his voice rougher and colder than it should have been as he stared at his team mates. He knew very well what they were doing next to him - another moment of weakness, another failed sacrifice play - and it did not sit well with him. The ghost of Bucky lingered in the corners of his eyes, and he still saw shields and metal arms on the Foesitian soldiers, but Steve knew he couldn’t give into that again. His team mates would not let him, and that feeling of not being alone…  Even if it was very faint it was something that he could hold on to. Something he could burn for, and would until he was the last flickering flame left on that godforsaken little rock at the end of the universe.

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If there was one thing Clint would say against the Avengers, it’s that they were all a very stubborn bunch. They certainly worked well together, but once they all got a plan in their heads, it was hard to move them from it. It was convenient sure, but also made for some very ungrateful teammates in the field. “Uhh, you’re welcome.” Clint said with as much passive aggression as he could muster when the Captain snapped at them to leave him be and head back out to the perimeter. “You were about to be Foesitian toast buddy, no way I was gonna sit back and watch.”

This wasn’t to say Clint was taking Steve’s poor reaction personally: On the contrary, Clint was fully aware he’d probably have had a similar reaction were he in Steve’s shoes. He gave Steve another few seconds of cover as the Captain steadied himself, then turned to head back off toward the perimeter. Iron Man was facing his own Foesitian now. Clint wanted to help him too, but the wall of warriors was closing in, and there wasn’t time to waste ensuring that every single one of them could battle their demons. They had to break down as much as they could. “Tony, whatever it is, it’s not real. You gotta fight it!” Clint urged into his comm device as he ran in the opposite direction.

It seemed a never-ending slew of soldiers, and Clint was growing tired. How long had they been fighting? An hour? A day? All concept of time was lost to him as he fought and tore through soldier after soldier; Loki’s laughing face, and nameless men with bright blue eyes, and his father wielding a belt or a metal poker, all looming at him through the dark and the flecks of blood and muck that began to cloud his vision, and yet he persisted. He fought and fought until his body grew weary, but at least it seemed to do some good – the onslaught of villains seemed to be thinning out. They might win this yet.

Clint reached behind to draw another arrow, and felt a clenching in his stomach as he realized there weren’t any to be drawn. He whammed the Foesitian in front of him with the side of his bow, and beat down on him until the creature no longer twitched when he hit him. His eyes darted across the corpses at his feet, and he quickly began retrieving any arrows he could reach that seemed to be in decent, reusable shape. Something was moving out of the corner of his eye, and he looked up, but it was only Natasha staggering (yet uninjured) out of the masses. She caught his eye, and gave him a relieved sort of smile. “Hanging in there?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Only just, I gotta admit.”

She smiled again, maliciously. “Then give up.”

Clint blinked at her. “What?”

“We’re all expecting you to anyway.”

He straightened up, and pointed an arrow at her face. “You’re not Natasha.”

“Maybe not.” Her lips were still curled in that sickening grin. “But I know what she’s thinking… I know what they’re all thinking. Nobody knows why you’re here. You’re not special like the rest of them. The only reason you’re on this team? You were in the right place at the right time.”

Clint wanted to take his eyes away from her mouth, to ignore what she was saying, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It was just fear, and nothing more… Or was it a truth he’d always known and just never wanted to admit? This Natasha was enough of a distraction to allow another soldier to come from behind and strike him hard across the head. Clint grunted and fell to his knees, head throbbing and vision spinning. Another one, two, three blows to his legs, back, and head, and he was lying face down in the dirt. He yelled as electricity coursed through him. He couldn’t move. He could hardly breathe. Someone turned him over to look up into the endless, red sky above. Natasha looked down at him, still grinning. “You’re worthless. You hold them back, just like you’ve held everyone back your entire life. And now you’re going to die here, defenseless and alone, and nobody’s going to notice, and nobody’s going to care… Least of all me.”

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Thor was able to hear Steve’s command to get back to the perimeter over the noise and chaos of the battle. He gave a quick glance at the Foesitian mirage of the broken remains of Asgard that was surrounding him as he began to wind Mjolnir. He swung his hand and the momentum of the hammer sent him through the air. While above the battle and away from the ground, Thor was able to clear his mind slightly. He reminded himself that while Asgard was gone, he still had duties to fulfil; not only for Midgard but for whatever was left of the other realms. If the heroes of Midgard’s mighty realm were able to cease the Foesitians’ plans, all survivors would see tomorrow and that was worth fighting for.

Thor reached the perimeter of the battle and as he landed on the charred ground, he slammed Mjolnir into the dirt, sending a powerful shockwave racing out across the near vicinity. Any and all Foesitians close by were knocked down with very little chance of being able to regain their balance any time soon.

Thor took in his latest surroundings and strode towards the closest group of Foesitians still standing. He reached them in a few strides and Mjolnir soon made quick work of them. He spotted another group surrounding a fallen soldier close by and Thor targeted them next. His blood ran cold when he realised who these Foesitians were targeting.

“I have the Widow,” he said gruffly into the comms as he beat off the last of the creeps trying to beat the life out of his dear friend. He checked her pulse and breathed out a sigh of relief when he felt a faint beat underneath the surface of her pain skin. “She’s alive but in need of assistance. I shall take her to the safe area. Don’t have too much fun without me.” Thor gathered Natasha up with one arm, cradling her body against his before swinging Mjolnir up.

Thor reached the medical tent a few seconds later. He left his friend with the medics and turned back towards the battle. From this distance, Thor could see that the Foesitians still outnumbered the heroes fighting them off. His heart sank, his usual optimism and thirst for a good fight absent from his soul. Was it like this when Asgard fell? Did his kin have the same sinking feeling as he did right now, as if no matter how hard they fought they would still lose?

No. This battle was going to be different. The Foesitians will be taught that the almighty heroes of Midgard are not to be trifled with. The Foesitians will pay for robbing Thor of his family, his friends, and his home.

“FOR ASGARD!” Thor screamed as he wound up Mjolnir once again and flew into the air, back towards the Void that had so easily destroyed the city of Detroit. As Thor made his approach, the Void began to shift in colour. No longer was it dark and devoid of any kind of light. Something inside of it began to glow. It was faint at first but quickly the light spread like wild fire.

Thor landed back on the perimeter, close to where he had found Natasha, and stared at the Void while trying to ascertain what was happening. The Foesitians began to scream and make awful noises. The realisation that the heroes who had gone into the Void to destroy the source of the Foesitians’ power might have successful dawned on Thor. The odds were shifting into the heroes’ favour and would remain on their side if they acted now. What was left of the Foesitian forces must be destroyed now.

Thor allowed his rage to return, clouding his mind once more. He held onto enough awareness to avoid any of the Midgardian warriors but any Foesitian that stumbled into the Thunderer’s path had no opportunity to escape. Thor’s movements became a blur, ignited with lightning and echoed with rumbles of thunder. Thor ignored how bright the light from the Void had become. He was not going to cease obliterating the Foesitian scum until there was not one of them left standing.

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The Blood Star - Combat Team One