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Absolute Comics - Justice Rising

@Inkarnate strange that we've not seen her yet though 😉

Absolute Comics - Justice Rising

Oslo // Midgard
^{Coulsons Questions by @HenryJonesJr}

The small man sat opposite Thor, two collections of parchment sat atop the table that was between them. One bore the insignia of this ‘S.H.I.E.L.D’ that this Agent Phil Coulson belonged to while the other one bore another, the other appeared to be a much older file one that he could barely read. Had the mortals of this realm truly forgotten how the ways of the nine realms worked? When an Asgardian showed up on Midgard there was some mighty foe in need of smiting. Yet they seemed to have a way on how to do things.

Thor had decided he would play along with this small man, at least for the time being. There was still information he sought.

“We are wasting time with your games little man. I shall humor you little man, ask your questions quickly so we may begin our quest to discover this threat to the nine realms.”

“Yea, yea. Grave threat to the realm. I’m sure Gandalf will want to know. You hit your head or something when you teleported out of whatever Renaissance Fair you came from?”

“Who is this-” Before Thor could finish discovering where he could find this ‘Gandalf’ the impatient little man began again.

“Anyway, how does the hammer work out there? Some sort of tech that imprinted on you?”

“Mjolnir was forged within the fires of a dying star out of Uru, the strongest metal known to all beings by the dwarves of Nidavellir, enchanted by Odin so that only whoever is worthy may lift it and within it the power of the Mother Storm.”

“Mhm,” the agent looked at the god sideways. “And what’s it do? We need to gauge your destructive capabilities.”

Thor looked at the agent for a second. He raised his hand in a grasping motion, gasps and crashing noises could be heard from outside before a section of the wall broke. The hilt of Mjolnir flying straight into the hand of Thor, a rumbling could be heard in the skies above. “Mjolnir is gifted with the power of the Mother Storm, it is a tool in which I can channel my powers or simply wield with strength to knock down foes. I have killed more beings that threatened the nine realms than years I have lived, which is saying something. More than you ever could in your short life-span. Though tell me now, what is the cause of all your questions? In the days of old when one of the Gods came to Midgard and brought news of a worthy cause warriors fought for the chance to prove themselves worthy of a place in Valhalla! Now you bring me here and ask me questions?”

If the agent was impressed or frightened by Thor’s show of power, he made no show of it, “Maybe you are who you say you are. I don’t know. Heavens know we have our fair share of weird here on planet Earth. But if you really are ‘Thor’, you should know that we humans have created our own way of life. We have our own ways of improving our world. And anyone or anything that threatens to up turn that way of life could be seen as a threat. I’m here to assess whether you’re a threat, or a friend. So far, I’m not sure.”

“Aye. I was told that your people have created a world full of marvels and more laws than stars in the sky. Ask what you will Son of Coul. I will prove myself to you to be the noble warrior I say I am, I only threaten harm to those who would harm Midgard and her people.”

“Good, that’s good,” Coulson nodded. “If that’s the case, and you are who you say you are, why now? Why stay away for so long and pop up without warning?”

“There was a time where war raged between the nine realms of Yggdrasil. While Asgard swears to protect the nine realms, there are those that would seek to wage war, conquer and torment. A war of the realms raged on Midgard centuries ago, in the Aftermath a treaty was signed between the Nine Realms. My brother Loki-”, There was obvious disdain on Thor's face as he mentioned his elder brother. “-capitulated to Asgards enemies, entering a clause that while not being from Jotunheim, Svartalfheim and Musphelheim can set foot on Midgard nor can any Asgardian. In order to ensure the treaty was enforced the Greek Olympians were paid handsomely to ensure the peace, less wars rage on eternally.”

Thor lowered his hammer down on the right hand side of his chair. The chair creaked slightly as he moved in it, no doubt he looked like some form of fool on such a small chair.

“And you think this peace is going to be broken?” Coulson’s eyebrows raised. “That someone is looking to start trouble and throw the realm into chaos?”

Thor nodded. “Heimdall can see things moving in a direction that could threaten to turn the World Tree and all nine realms to ash, the Dwarve Seers from Nidavellir have pointed to Midgard as the next and most important target. That is why I am here now, in order to discover this threat and end it before it brings ruin to all our worlds.” Thor left out the part about Beta-Ray Bill, calling him a demon after a ‘demon’ had attacked him. No doubt his mind had been addled by grief and rage, confusing him. No Asgardian could be responsible for such butchery.

“Any idea on what timeframe we’re looking at? Location of an attack? Source? Anything at all will help.”

Thor shook his head solemnly. “Nay.” He looked at Coulson, now he understood why the man sought to weigh him down with questions. It had been centuries since the Gods had set foot on Midgard, and men had taken their protection into their own hands. Coulson was not merely a warrior, he was a Guardian for Midgard. “Perhaps the norns have plans for us after all. You are here, and you are a protector of this realm are you not? Help me on my quest. Unlike my father and others of our kind I have fought beside Mortals before and would do it again-” Thor laughed. “-if I were to know where Jarnbjorn has ended up then it would truly be like the days of old.”

The request for the weapon seemed to put Coulson on a more defensive footing, “Yea, well, I’ll have to get in touch with someone higher up about that. But it looks like I’m stuck with your case. So don’t worry, I’ll be making sure you don’t leave my sight. Not until we find out what’s really going on.”

“I can fly us higher up if need be, but what is it you wish too-” There was a loud explosion nearby, screams followed. Sounds of panic and chaos as the entire building they were in erupted in a flurry of activity. “Son of Coul. The time for talk is over-” Hand outstretched as he stood up, Mjolnir came flying back to his hand from where he had put it down. “-now is the time for action. Come! Let us wage battle!”

Absolute Comics - Justice Rising

In keeping with the theme of Frank Castle as Captain America, I will be applying next as Matt Murdock: The Batman. Now, finally, we will have someone who is truly blind as a Bat under the cowl.

@Retired

I'm going to ruin this amazing sounding idea with an image

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Koren Omi-Ren

Koren nodded along. "Perhaps once I have spoken to the council on my potential return to the order we can discuss more in detail about how the order has evolved and developed, whether or not they accept me back. I am always happy to teach and be taught." Walking through the gardens his own guards seemed to have little to no issues with what was going on. "Hapan."

He paused to allow her to finish he train of thought. "There are some inaccuracies there. While it is true the Lorell Raiders were more or less wiped out because of the Jedi and the Republic centuries ago, the Women Folk had already been the backbone of the society. Building the infrastructure and accumulating wealth and power within what would become the Hapes Consortium, it was only when the raiders were wiped out and the male population was virtually nothing that the women decided that no man could be trusted to rule. After-all their violent and blood-thirsty antics had almost left the Consortium destroyed before it had really begun, appointing one Female as Ruler she became the Queen Mother with various reagents on the planets throughout the Consortium."

Koren played with his wedding band. "That is to whom I am married, the current Queen Mother. Which makes me Prince and Military leader."

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Daedalus // Orbit of Alderaan

The crew of the Daedalus was tired. While other people had come and gone, the crew of the Daedalus had remained active for the whole 48 hours. Sheppard and his team had spent as much time as possible, and even a little more, on the surface of Alderaan. As such, they were now spending some much needed time in the medical bay. As such the crew right now was at a bare minimum, with the majority of people in their bunks. Caldwell had elected to remain on for the first shift. If anything was going to happen in relation to the evacuation this late in the game it would happen now. Via the radio, they were talking about how they were going to use Anubis' broadcast in order to undermine Anubis and his word.

Caldwell wasn't sure how they would inspire people, after all, he was a military man and not a politician. He tapped the radio. "Whatever we are doing, we should do so quickly and move on. Unless we are after a much bigger fight."

Absolute Comics - Justice Rising

100 Years before the Dawn of Man // Jotunheim

Odin, Vili, and Ve worked in unison. The three Borson moved in perfect harmony as they cut through the giants before them. Vili continued pushing up on the left flank, Ve on the right. With the might of Gungnir Odin brought up the rear, firing beams of energy at the Jotuns who attempted to attack them from afar. Pushing their way into the tall caverns of the Jotun hall. Ice carved away in increasingly intricate patterns, the chill in the room cut to the bone as the three Princes of Asgard pushed back against wave after wave of defenders. There was a thunderous roar as three beasts came crashing through the walls of the room, two of them instantly careening into Odin's younger brothers pushing them through the opposing wall and taking them out of sight.

Odin roared as he and the beast charged at one another, he pushed himself to his knees then into a powerslide. The beast jumped over him, as Odin pushed his staff up towards the beast, the blade grazing the monster's skin. Drops of thick blue blood dripped onto his face. Odin could feel his skin freeze as the blood made contact. He turned to face the beast as it finished passing over him, blade in a low guard. He raised his free hand and wiped the blood from his face, Odin stared the beast down. Worry for his brothers tore at him, but yet his father had entrusted him to do a job here. His father who found them useless in his eternal war to pacify the Nine Realms of Yggdrasil, and yet he would prove his father wrong today. He would prove his worth. “ᚲᛟᛗᛖ ᚠᛁᚷᚺᛏ ᛗᛖ ᛏᚺᛖᚾ ᛗᛟᚾᛋᛏᛖᚱ!”

Odin charged the beast as darkness spread throughout the room. Unwilling to waver in his attack, he drove the spear forward as the beast charged him, the tip of the spear puncturing the beast's eye through to the skill. He found himself pushed back by the force of the assault before it fell limp. Pulling the spear from the monster's skull he turned to see him facing a group of six giants. In the middle of them was the biggest of them all, Fárbauti King of the Frost Giants, he held a sword with a hilt as large as Odin and to Fárbautis side was his Queen Laufey. In her hands a casket, from which the chill winds and snows came forth. “ᚱᛖᛚᛖᚨᛋᛖ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚲᚨᛋᚴᛖᛏ, ᛋᚢᚱᚱᛖᚾᛞᛖᚱ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚤᛟᚢ ᛗᚨᚤ ᚤᛖᛏ ᛚᛁᚡᛖ”

Translation

“Come fight me then Monster!”
“Release the casket, surrender and you may yet live.”

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The Ship of Beta-Ray Bill // Nidavellir

Lady Sif and the Warriors three walked through the halls of the vessel in which Thor had fought the being that had identified itself as Beta-Ray Bill. Volstagg knelt beside the dent in the floor in which Thor had nearly pummelled the beast to death. “It was a good thing Thor had been the one to fight this beast and not Volstagg the Vigorous-”

“More like Volstagg the Vain.” If Volstagg had heard the retort from Fandral then he had chosen to annoy it.

“-I would not have entertained the beast for as long. So says the finest warrior in Asgard!” The God stood up, standing a solid two-foot higher than everyone else present and he also had significantly more volume. His considerable girth likely would have been impossible for a mortal to maintain, while also being as strong and able as he was and yet he somehow managed to live his life and boast feats he could never complete.

“We are not here to cast judgment on what happened between Thor and the beast. We are here by the command of Freyja to determine what happened to the other mortals that were aboard this ship, a threat is coming that is an endanger to all nine realms.” There was some grumbling as the two warriors spread out. Sif cast her eyes upon Hogun, the silent Vanir was busy working away at some panel near a door.

Hogun looked back over his shoulder. “I have found something.” The other warriors approached, all looking at the panel. There was a large gouge mark in the panel. “Something either wanted in here or wanted to keep something in.” Volstagg approached the door chuckling, cracking his knuckles as he approached the door.

“Not to worry, Volstagg the Weighty shall make light work of this door!”

^{”You can’t do anything light.”}

Volstaggs mighty fists came crashing down on the door, hitting it once and the doors barely moved. Twice and it gave way just by a small margin. Giving up on the fists Volstagg roared as he charged shoulder first into the door. There was a bang, a clatter and a groan as the metal moved to give way, and yet it still did not cave under the pressure. He pushed himself harder. “This-” He hit it again “door-” and again “will-” and again “yield-” and again “so-” and again “says-” and again “Volstagg-” and again “the-” and again “FORCEFUL!”

Lady Sif sighed as she turned around and walked away. Let the foolish men use brute force to try and uncover secrets, she would use the power of her mind.

---

Palace of Kings // Asgard

Odin sat atop his mighty throne, his wife Freyja stood at the foot of the steps as the All-Father stood up and walked towards her. “Wife, go to the healing chamber. Discover what secrets you can learn from this Beta-Ray Bill. Something threatens all my domain and I would know what it is.” As he continued to approach her she looked up at him and for the first thing he noticed was rage and pain in her eye. “What is the matter, wife?” She looked like she might hit him as she turned toward him with a fury.

“You are going to banish our son?”

Odin rolled his eyes. “The threat of banishment shall put things into perspective, the boy is a fool and a thug.”

“I wonder where he learned that.” The hall echoed as Odin paced towards his wife, his rage insurmountable.

“You dare?”

“Yes I dare. You send him to a world of Mortals, and thugs. A world that has changed far beyond his knowledge to investigate a threat you don’t see with your apparent omnipotence.”

“You dare question who put the hounds to chase the Sun and the Moon in motion? One of the Old Gods who hung the very stars in the skies?”

Freyja sighed, a look of complete and utter disdain on her face as she turned to walk out of the room. “Too long have you sat on your throne and not ventured among the people. I shall do your bidding my King. Perhaps you should be the one to head to Midgard and find some cool for yourself.”

With that she turned and left the hall, the door slamming closed behind her. Odin sighed as he threw Gungnir into a corner, it clanged and clattered as Odin groaned and roared out of anger. She was such a bullheaded stubborn fool of a woman! It had been endearing when he first met her, battles between the Aesir and the Vanir until Freja offered peace through marriage between Odin the All-Father and his daughter. While at first, it may have been purely to end a war that showed no sign of ending, he had eventually fallen in love with the beautiful goddess. Now she questioned him, doubted him and his power. He knew what he was doing, after all, he was Odin. All-Father and the most powerful being to ever exist in all the ten realms.

Caw-Caw

Odin looked up as two black ravens entered the hall, flying straight through a window as if it was not there. One landed on the right-hand side of his throne while the other landed on the left-hand side. They spoke as one, alternating between every other word.

”He comes, he comes. From Midgard, he comes. With an ax of cold and fury. Aiming to knock the fruit of the world tree bare and start again.”

“Bah!” Odin swatted the two ravens away and they fluttered away out of the room. Odin walked back to his throne, sitting back on it. Turning to a nearby guard. “Bring me the head of Mimir!”

---

Mount Olympus // Midgard
^{Greek Pantheon portrayed by @Mao Mao}

The Bifrost came shooting down from the sky atop Mount Olympus. To any mortal who happened to be looking on at that moment in time, they may have believed it to be a strange lone bolt of lightning, as a thunderous roar echoed for miles around. Loki stood in his finest Asgardian Garb, golden horned helmet upon his head. Gold embroidery on all his clothes, green and black highlighting his chiseled features. Walking forward through the mists he saw a figure approaching him. Wearing a toga and a helm, the golden-haired God came towards him raising a hand towards the Asgardian God of Mischief.

Loki bowed, till his body was at a perfect ninety degrees angle, right hand motioning forward before swirling around to the right, his other hand over his chest. “Greetings Hermes! Greeter of Olympus, runner of errands.” He looked up at God with a twinkle in his eye. The two had always had an understanding during the time where they shared Midgard, both being of a mischievous persuasion. Loki would have respected him more however had the Olympian had more stomach to follow through on some of his pranks. “I know you were not expecting an Asgardian on Midgard until several years from now, however, I come before you in need. I request an audience with your Lord Zeus.”

“Loki?!” Hermes didn’t believe his eyes to see his old friend in the flesh! He gave the mischief a strong hug before letting him go. “Oh my brother! How have you fared since your last visit?”

Loki awkwardly joined in on the hug, before pulling back away from Hermes with a smile upon his face. “I have been well. The All-Father prepares for the Odinsleep, and I stand ready to be regent in his stead. The Jotuns have been restless of late, and more scouting parties of Dark Elves have been seen in the hills of Alfheim and Nidavellir.” Loki shook his head. “Merely another year in the nine-realms, another year closer to war, though that is not why I am here. My brother has come to Midgard, and as per the treaty I must discuss matters with Lord Zeus, master of Olympus.”

Hermes’ mood suddenly changed upon hearing that an Asgardian dared to set foot on their playground. It was blasphemy. “Oh... Well, I’d expect Odin himself to defend this defiance of the sacred treaty.”

“Where is he?” questioned Hermes as he looked around for the revered God.

Loki gave a wave of his hand. “The All-Father has more important matters to deal with than the comings and goings of Midgard. He has sent me in his stead to discuss how this impacts the treaty, as Crown Prince it is my right and I speak with the full authority of the All-Father. Go now Messenger, bring me before the Gods of Olympus.”

“You’re cute when you act like a king.” Hermes lightly slapped Loki’s face in a flirty manner. “Unlike me, though, the others won’t be pleased that you’re speaking for Odin. Especially my father. But, I will do my best to smooth things over. For old times sake.”

Reaching into his satchel, Hermes took out papers and a quill and instantly wrote out a formal request to the other Gods. And then, he sealed them with a unique wax. Being the messenger for a long time enhanced his speed to be the fastest of all the Olympian Gods. However, he turned to the nearby marble Kolossi in his ancient tongue. “These guardians will keep an eye on you while I get the debate ready.”

Loki bowed once more before the Greek God. “Go do so Hermes. I will wait.”

---

Oslo // Midgard

Thor sat in the rear of the chariot, the wailing of a dead banshee announcing their presence to all the mortals nearby. It must have been some form of high honor, likely so that people recognized his station and the importance of his quest. It worked for the most part as other chariots moved out of the way for them, and the fine warriors escorting him seemed to ignore whatever rules that the other chariots appeared to follow. He held on, yelling with glee as they turned corners and the force of the turn cast him into one side of the chariot to the other. As he hit the side the entire vehicle shook and the two warriors cast nervous glances to one another.

“So tell me Noble Warriors! What is the name of this mystic you take me to see? I hope they are most wise indeed, I am on a quest from the All-Father Odin himself!” He elected not to tell them that the All-Father was an insufferable old fool who sat atop his throne and never did anything of consequence.

One of the mortals turned around, the one not behind the wheel that seemed to control the contraption. <“We’re taking you to see the chief, she’ll know what to do.”>

Thor let out a hearty laugh. “A mortal wench for a chief? My how times have changed on Midgard! Last I was here Women of the station were few and far between.” He held Mjolnir in his hands, as the chariot came to a stop outside a building he saw many more warriors standing there, welcoming him in a mighty reception. As the door was opened for him he stepped out and stretched his arms wide. “Lo noble warriors! A fine greeting indeed.” He turned back to the two who had brought him here. “Take me to your chief, for once we find this great threat to Yggdrasil we can ride together into glorious battle!”

One of the warriors outstretched his hand before speaking <” Sir, we’re going to need to ask you to give the hammer to us.”>

Thor merely laughed. <” We’re not joking Sir, we’re taking you in for questioning and you can’t be armed.”>

Rage built within Thor, questioning? Had this just been an elaborate trick? Lies and deceit, the likes of which he would expect from Loki, trolls or Dark Elves but not from the honorable people of Midgard. There was a crackle of Thunder overhead. “Tell me you jest, noble warrior, that you would not lie to the God of Thunder, Prince of Asgard. Not when the lives of billions are at stake.”

The warriors all looked uneasily at him, one made a move for Mjolnir. As his hand clasped it Thor let the hammer go, it fell to the ground unable to be lifted. Without so much as flinching Thor walked calmly up the steps. “I would answer the questions of your chief-” Behind him two mortals now strained to try and lift the hammer. “-Though know that no man nor woman other than Thor may lift the mighty Mjolnir.” A warrior stepped before him with one hand raised as if to stop him. Thor extended one arm and lifted him pulling him close to his chest. “Do not stand in my way. I would have words, and then I shall leave you to whatever machinations you are planning. My quarrel is not with you, nor your people.”

By now there was a gathering of mortals near the base of the stairs up to the building, some of them holding the small square things pointing at him while more and more warriors arrived. Some switched out with the ones attempting to lift the hammer but he paid them no mind. As he approached the door it opened before him.

A man in a suit stood there, flanked by two other mortals who were equally as impressively dressed. He turned to one of the people beside him. “I was told this was going to be a nice, calm assignment after the mess that went down in New York with Stryfe.” He turned to Thor, though before he could speak Thor cut him off.

“Are you this Chief I have been told wishes to speak with me?” Thor eyed him with disdain, while all these warriors appeared small this man would hardly be fit to be a toothpick for a Frost Giant.
The man raised an eyebrow as he looked at Thor. “You speak English?”

“Through the power of the All-Speak no matter what language is spoken I shall understand it, and whatever I say will always be understood. Now answer my question. I grow weary of these games.”

The man nodded, took out some form of parchment bound in leather and showed some form of signet with runes upon it to him before putting it away. “Then we can begin, I’m Phil Coulson, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D and we’d like to ask you a few questions.”

No looky loos

100 Years before the Dawn of Man // Jotunheim

Odin, Vili, and Ve worked in unison. The three Borson moved in perfect harmony as they cut through the giants before them. Vili continued pushing up on the left flank, Ve on the right. With the might of Gungnir Odin brought up the rear, firing beams of energy at the Jotuns who attempted to attack them from afar. Pushing their way into the tall caverns of the Jotun hall. Ice carved away in increasingly intricate patterns, the chill in the room cut to the bone as the three Princes of Asgard pushed back against wave after wave of defenders. There was a thunderous roar as three beasts came crashing through the walls of the room, two of them instantly careening into Odin's younger brothers pushing them through the opposing wall and taking them out of sight.

Odin roared as he and the beast charged at one another, he pushed himself to his knees then into a powerslide. The beast jumped over him, as Odin pushed his staff up towards the beast, the blade grazing the monster's skin. Drops of thick blue blood dripped onto his face. Odin could feel his skin freeze as the blood made contact. He turned to face the beast as it finished passing over him, blade in a low guard. He raised his free hand and wiped the blood from his face, Odin stared the beast down. Worry for his brothers tore at him, but yet his father had entrusted him to do a job here. His father who found them useless in his eternal war to pacify the Nine Realms of Yggdrasil, and yet he would prove his father wrong today. He would prove his worth. “ᚲᛟᛗᛖ ᚠᛁᚷᚺᛏ ᛗᛖ ᛏᚺᛖᚾ ᛗᛟᚾᛋᛏᛖᚱ!”

Odin charged the beast as darkness spread throughout the room. Unwilling to waver in his attack, he drove the spear forward as the beast charged him, the tip of the spear puncturing the beast's eye through to the skill. He found himself pushed back by the force of the assault before it fell limp. Pulling the spear from the monster's skull he turned to see him facing a group of six giants. In the middle of them was the biggest of them all, Fárbauti King of the Frost Giants, he held a sword with a hilt as large as Odin and to Fárbautis side was his Queen Laufey. In her hands a casket, from which the chill winds and snows came forth. “ᚱᛖᛚᛖᚨᛋᛖ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚲᚨᛋᚴᛖᛏ, ᛋᚢᚱᚱᛖᚾᛞᛖᚱ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚤᛟᚢ ᛗᚨᚤ ᚤᛖᛏ ᛚᛁᚡᛖ”

Translation

“Come fight me then Monster!”
“Release the casket, surrender and you may yet live.”

---

The Ship of Beta-Ray Bill // Nidavellir

Lady Sif and the Warriors three walked through the halls of the vessel in which Thor had fought the being that had identified itself as Beta-Ray Bill. Volstagg knelt beside the dent in the floor in which Thor had nearly pummelled the beast to death. “It was a good thing Thor had been the one to fight this beast and not Volstagg the Vigorous-”

“More like Volstagg the Vain.” If Volstagg had heard the retort from Fandral then he had chosen to annoy it.

“-I would not have entertained the beast for as long. So says the finest warrior in Asgard!” The God stood up, standing a solid two-foot higher than everyone else present and he also had significantly more volume. His considerable girth likely would have been impossible for a mortal to maintain, while also being as strong and able as he was and yet he somehow managed to live his life and boast feats he could never complete.

“We are not here to cast judgment on what happened between Thor and the beast. We are here by the command of Freyja to determine what happened to the other mortals that were aboard this ship, a threat is coming that is an endanger to all nine realms.” There was some grumbling as the two warriors spread out. Sif cast her eyes upon Hogun, the silent Vanir was busy working away at some panel near a door.

Hogun looked back over his shoulder. “I have found something.” The other warriors approached, all looking at the panel. There was a large gouge mark in the panel. “Something either wanted in here or wanted to keep something in.” Volstagg approached the door chuckling, cracking his knuckles as he approached the door.

“Not to worry, Volstagg the Weighty shall make light work of this door!”

^{”You can’t do anything light.”}

Volstaggs mighty fists came crashing down on the door, hitting it once and the doors barely moved. Twice and it gave way just by a small margin. Giving up on the fists Volstagg roared as he charged shoulder first into the door. There was a bang, a clatter and a groan as the metal moved to give way, and yet it still did not cave under the pressure. He pushed himself harder. “This-” He hit it again “door-” and again “will-” and again “yield-” and again “so-” and again “says-” and again “Volstagg-” and again “the-” and again “FORCEFUL!”

Lady Sif sighed as she turned around and walked away. Let the foolish men use brute force to try and uncover secrets, she would use the power of her mind.

---

Palace of Kings // Asgard

Odin sat atop his mighty throne, his wife Freyja stood at the foot of the steps as the All-Father stood up and walked towards her. “Wife, go to the healing chamber. Discover what secrets you can learn from this Beta-Ray Bill. Something threatens all my domain and I would know what it is.” As he continued to approach her she looked up at him and for the first thing he noticed was rage and pain in her eye. “What is the matter, wife?” She looked like she might hit him as she turned toward him with a fury.

“You are going to banish our son?”

Odin rolled his eyes. “The threat of banishment shall put things into perspective, the boy is a fool and a thug.”

“I wonder where he learned that.” The hall echoed as Odin paced towards his wife, his rage insurmountable.

“You dare?”

“Yes I dare. You send him to a world of Mortals, and thugs. A world that has changed far beyond his knowledge to investigate a threat you don’t see with your apparent omnipotence.”

“You dare question who put the hounds to chase the Sun and the Moon in motion? One of the Old Gods who hung the very stars in the skies?”

Freyja sighed, a look of complete and utter disdain on her face as she turned to walk out of the room. “Too long have you sat on your throne and not ventured among the people. I shall do your bidding my King. Perhaps you should be the one to head to Midgard and find some cool for yourself.”

With that she turned and left the hall, the door slamming closed behind her. Odin sighed as he threw Gungnir into a corner, it clanged and clattered as Odin groaned and roared out of anger. She was such a bullheaded stubborn fool of a woman! It had been endearing when he first met her, battles between the Aesir and the Vanir until Freja offered peace through marriage between Odin the All-Father and his daughter. While at first, it may have been purely to end a war that showed no sign of ending, he had eventually fallen in love with the beautiful goddess. Now she questioned him, doubted him and his power. He knew what he was doing, after all, he was Odin. All-Father and the most powerful being to ever exist in all the ten realms.

Caw-Caw

Odin looked up as two black ravens entered the hall, flying straight through a window as if it was not there. One landed on the right-hand side of his throne while the other landed on the left-hand side. They spoke as one, alternating between every other word.

”He comes, he comes. From Midgard, he comes. With an ax of cold and fury. Aiming to knock the fruit of the world tree bare and start again.”

“Bah!” Odin swatted the two ravens away and they fluttered away out of the room. Odin walked back to his throne, sitting back on it. Turning to a nearby guard. “Bring me the head of Mimir!”

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Mount Olympus // Midgard
^{Greek Pantheon portrayed by @Mao Mao}

The Bifrost came shooting down from the sky atop Mount Olympus. To any mortal who happened to be looking on at that moment in time, they may have believed it to be a strange lone bolt of lightning, as a thunderous roar echoed for miles around. Loki stood in his finest Asgardian Garb, golden horned helmet upon his head. Gold embroidery on all his clothes, green and black highlighting his chiseled features. Walking forward through the mists he saw a figure approaching him. Wearing a toga and a helm, the golden-haired God came towards him raising a hand towards the Asgardian God of Mischief.

Loki bowed, till his body was at a perfect ninety degrees angle, right hand motioning forward before swirling around to the right, his other hand over his chest. “Greetings Hermes! Greeter of Olympus, runner of errands.” He looked up at God with a twinkle in his eye. The two had always had an understanding during the time where they shared Midgard, both being of a mischievous persuasion. Loki would have respected him more however had the Olympian had more stomach to follow through on some of his pranks. “I know you were not expecting an Asgardian on Midgard until several years from now, however, I come before you in need. I request an audience with your Lord Zeus.”

“Loki?!” Hermes didn’t believe his eyes to see his old friend in the flesh! He gave the mischief a strong hug before letting him go. “Oh my brother! How have you fared since your last visit?”

Loki awkwardly joined in on the hug, before pulling back away from Hermes with a smile upon his face. “I have been well. The All-Father prepares for the Odinsleep, and I stand ready to be regent in his stead. The Jotuns have been restless of late, and more scouting parties of Dark Elves have been seen in the hills of Alfheim and Nidavellir.” Loki shook his head. “Merely another year in the nine-realms, another year closer to war, though that is not why I am here. My brother has come to Midgard, and as per the treaty I must discuss matters with Lord Zeus, master of Olympus.”

Hermes’ mood suddenly changed upon hearing that an Asgardian dared to set foot on their playground. It was blasphemy. “Oh... Well, I’d expect Odin himself to defend this defiance of the sacred treaty.”

“Where is he?” questioned Hermes as he looked around for the revered God.

Loki gave a wave of his hand. “The All-Father has more important matters to deal with than the comings and goings of Midgard. He has sent me in his stead to discuss how this impacts the treaty, as Crown Prince it is my right and I speak with the full authority of the All-Father. Go now Messenger, bring me before the Gods of Olympus.”

“You’re cute when you act like a king.” Hermes lightly slapped Loki’s face in a flirty manner. “Unlike me, though, the others won’t be pleased that you’re speaking for Odin. Especially my father. But, I will do my best to smooth things over. For old times sake.”

Reaching into his satchel, Hermes took out papers and a quill and instantly wrote out a formal request to the other Gods. And then, he sealed them with a unique wax. Being the messenger for a long time enhanced his speed to be the fastest of all the Olympian Gods. However, he turned to the nearby marble Kolossi in his ancient tongue. “These guardians will keep an eye on you while I get the debate ready.”

Loki bowed once more before the Greek God. “Go do so Hermes. I will wait.”

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Oslo // Midgard

Thor sat in the rear of the chariot, the wailing of a dead banshee announcing their presence to all the mortals nearby. It must have been some form of high honor, likely so that people recognized his station and the importance of his quest. It worked for the most part as other chariots moved out of the way for them, and the fine warriors escorting him seemed to ignore whatever rules that the other chariots appeared to follow. He held on, yelling with glee as they turned corners and the force of the turn cast him into one side of the chariot to the other. As he hit the side the entire vehicle shook and the two warriors cast nervous glances to one another.

“So tell me Noble Warriors! What is the name of this mystic you take me to see? I hope they are most wise indeed, I am on a quest from the All-Father Odin himself!” He elected not to tell them that the All-Father was an insufferable old fool who sat atop his throne and never did anything of consequence.

One of the mortals turned around, the one not behind the wheel that seemed to control the contraption. <“We’re taking you to see the chief, she’ll know what to do.”>

Thor let out a hearty laugh. “A mortal wench for a chief? My how times have changed on Midgard! Last I was here Women of the station were few and far between.” He held Mjolnir in his hands, as the chariot came to a stop outside a building he saw many more warriors standing there, welcoming him in a mighty reception. As the door was opened for him he stepped out and stretched his arms wide. “Lo noble warriors! A fine greeting indeed.” He turned back to the two who had brought him here. “Take me to your chief, for once we find this great threat to Yggdrasil we can ride together into glorious battle!”

One of the warriors outstretched his hand before speaking <” Sir, we’re going to need to ask you to give the hammer to us.”>

Thor merely laughed. <” We’re not joking Sir, we’re taking you in for questioning and you can’t be armed.”>

Rage built within Thor, questioning? Had this just been an elaborate trick? Lies and deceit, the likes of which he would expect from Loki, trolls or Dark Elves but not from the honorable people of Midgard. There was a crackle of Thunder overhead. “Tell me you jest, noble warrior, that you would not lie to the God of Thunder, Prince of Asgard. Not when the lives of billions are at stake.”

The warriors all looked uneasily at him, one made a move for Mjolnir. As his hand clasped it Thor let the hammer go, it fell to the ground unable to be lifted. Without so much as flinching Thor walked calmly up the steps. “I would answer the questions of your chief-” Behind him two mortals now strained to try and lift the hammer. “-Though know that no man nor woman other than Thor may lift the mighty Mjolnir.” A warrior stepped before him with one hand raised as if to stop him. Thor extended one arm and lifted him pulling him close to his chest. “Do not stand in my way. I would have words, and then I shall leave you to whatever machinations you are planning. My quarrel is not with you, nor your people.”

By now there was a gathering of mortals near the base of the stairs up to the building, some of them holding the small square things pointing at him while more and more warriors arrived. Some switched out with the ones attempting to lift the hammer but he paid them no mind. As he approached the door it opened before him.

A man in a suit stood there, flanked by two other mortals who were equally as impressively dressed. He turned to one of the people beside him. “I was told this was going to be a nice, calm assignment after the mess that went down in New York with Stryfe.” He turned to Thor, though before he could speak Thor cut him off.

“Are you this Chief I have been told wishes to speak with me?” Thor eyed him with disdain, while all these warriors appeared small this man would hardly be fit to be a toothpick for a Frost Giant.
The man raised an eyebrow as he looked at Thor. “You speak English?”

“Through the power of the All-Speak no matter what language is spoken I shall understand it, and whatever I say will always be understood. Now answer my question. I grow weary of these games.”

The man nodded, took out some form of parchment bound in leather and showed some form of signet with runes upon it to him before putting it away. “Then we can begin, I’m Phil Coulson, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D and we’d like to ask you a few questions.”

Absolute Comics - Justice Rising

My post will be getting worked on tomorrow.

What we'll see:

Odin, Thor, and other Thor related things. It'll probably not be posted tomorrow as I am aiming to have my self-esteem crushed by @Roman as he proof reads it.

Absolute Comics - Justice Rising

Present Day // Asgard

Thor walked, leaving the halls of Asgard behind him as he walked through the streets of his people. Some bowed as he passed, others merely nodded their heads. He returned each and every greeting in kind, for he was a God of his people. Unlike his father who barely left his gilded halls and throne of stone. Mjolnir on his hip he looked wistfully towards the end of the Bifrost. Many a day he had spent on Midgard, mortals truly knew how to live. He could remember many a Viking. Even for immortals memories faded given time. He couldn't remember the face of the first woman he bedded, nor the first troll he felled.

Yet he could feel a connection to Midgard, one he could not explain. Her people were fierce, loyal, convicted. Her world one of natural beauty and wonder. Oh, he could not wait to return. Heimdall had told him over the years that the world had changed, apparently, now they built cities of steel and stone towards the skies themselves. All wonders of technology spread throughout the globe, and yet there was still so much strife and division between the peoples of Midgard, even without the meddling of the Gods. There was one truth however that would always hold true to Midgard. Thor would always return.

He walked out along the rainbow bridge, a flash of green appeared beside him. "I am in no mood for your politics Loki, so stave your silver tongue." Loki shook his head as he increased his pace in order to keep up with the long strides of his younger brother. There was a low rumble of thunder in the distance. The smallest of smiles crossing the God of Mischiefs face.

"I only came to offer my counsel on your return to Midgard. As you know I have visited many times in order to deal with the Olympians-"

There was a crack of thunder as Thor turned to face his brother. "You?! You have been to Midgard? Loki who created mischief, war, and strife between the great Viking clans? Brought me to blows with Perun and sent me straight into the lair of Gorr the God Butcher?" Thor scoffed before turning to head to the Bifrost with renewed vigor. "I suppose I should be lucky that there is a Midgard remaining to go back too."

Thor felt Lokis hand upon his shoulder and shrugged it off. "Those were different days brother. You will also recall a time where I transformed myself into a horse, seduced a giant's steed then gave birth to Sleipnir who is now Odin's mighty steed. I wouldn't do that again, and nor would I cause mischief and mayhem."

Thor turned to Loki with an accusing finger, walking closer too him. "Hear me, well brother, if I find any of your tricks or deceit on my quest I will come for your head." Walking to the edge of the bridge Heimdall swung his mighty sword opening a path to Midgard, and as the God of Thunder disappeared Loki merely looked on with a scowl.

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Present Day // Oslo // Midgard

A beam of colored light appeared in the sky, slamming straight down into the middle of the crossroads in the center of Oslo. People screamed and took cover, car breaks slammed and horns honked as there was a burst of light. As the beam disappeared a lone figure stood. His golden flowing hair put to shame that of any model. Helm firmly atop his head, hammer in his hand, he raised it high in the air above him.

"Hail mortals of Midgard! The Mighty Thor has returned!" There was a moment of silence as people were unsure of how to react, several of them pointed strange devices in his direction, others held the same devices up to their ears, whispering into them. Thor paid them no mind, obviously, his appearance had startled them as they had not expected to come face to face with a God this day. He walked forward, ignoring the metal chariots that adjourned the paved walkway beneath his feet. Truly the people had come a long way, much as Heimdall had told him.

Looking up the towers stretched towards the sky, they did not hold a candlestick to that off the halls of Asgard but they were certainly making their best effort to do so. Though he could already feel something was wrong. He placed the hammer on the ground and knelt placing his hand on the ground. Midgard felt different, there was an uneasiness and pain in the air. The ground itself almost groaned under the enormous pressure it was under. No doubt the threat that the seers had predicted was closer than they realized. Thor looked up, pointing a finger at a nearby mortal. "You there! Where on Midgard am I?"

As Thor stood up the figure just turned and ran in the opposite direction. Maybe the All-Speak had failed him and he had not understood. There was a screeching sound coming closer, in the distance, several metal chariots came streaming towards him, Thor looked at them with disdain. "Odin's beard! I have heard Banshees that sound sweeter!" The metal objects stopped, and out of them jumped several mortals all in similar outfits. He recognized them for warriors immediately, reaching back into the chariots that brought them here they brought out metal objects that the held in their hands and pointed towards Thor. He did not know exactly what it was however, he had seen a Dwarven Crossbow of a similar design once.

"Hail Warriors of Midgard! I thank you for your assistance on this day, however, if you could just point me in the direction of the mystics-" He took a step forward, and the warriors all moved into readying positions, recoiling slightly.

<"Stay where you are, put your hands behind your head and kneel on the ground. Who are you, and where did you come from?"> So the All-Speak was working, and the Mortal he had spoken too had understood him. What he did not understand was the warriors before him, did they not know of Thor? It may have been true that he had not been to Midgard for several generations but surely they still told of his exploits?

"I am Thor! God of Thunder and Prince of Asgard. I have come from Asgard to fight a threat to the Nine Realms of Yggdrasil."

The warriors looked at one another, he could see the skeptical looks upon their faces. <"Okay buddy, whatever you say. We'll get you all the help you need, but first, you're going to need to come with us."> They looked at each other, shrugging. <"Odin sent us to uh, make sure you were ready for your quest?"> One of them raised an eyebrow at the other while Thor merely nodded.

Thor picked up Mjolnir and walked towards them. "Ah, and here I thought the All-Father did not wish me to succeed. Let us make haste noble warriors! Lead the way."

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