Herakles vs Thor

Herakles stood before the muscly,  red haired, red bearded, and blue eyed man who had light peach skin. Herakles had brown hair that zig waved to just below his shoulders, a blond cloak made of the nemean lion's pelt surrounded his body and his eyes were a chocolate brown color. He had tan yet light skin. Herakles also had a lot of muscle. Both men were quite brutish looking overall. The two men were atop a circular, flat ground made up of gray rocks on a mountain with cliffs surrounding them. 

"What do you want? Who are you?" Herakles, asked, his thick Greek accent showing.

"I'm the god Thor, and I just noticed some prey to satisfy my need to kill here in Jotunheim" The man replied with a Norwegian accent, he sounded like a viking. That wouldn't be surprising as the man wore blue armor on his torso seeming to resemble scales with a fur on his shoulders leading down to a black cape. He had a long beard  as well. He looked very Norse.

"You don't seem much  like a god, if you wanted to kill me you would have done it already, I guess it's time to test the limits of your power". Herakles rushed at  Thor and Thor whacked him with his hammer at full force causing Herakles to fly back. Pain seared through Herakles's chest as he flew back. He gritted his teeth, full of anger as his brown eyes darkened. However, it was time to focus now, he needed to survive. Herakles used the wind to catch himself in the air, now flying. Herakles's eyes now turned a solid blue as blue lightning channeled through his body, he felt the energy and power coursing through his veins and it felt good, addicting even, and he shot bolt  after bolt at Thor. Thor spun his hammer, absorbing each and every bolt of lightning as the energy visibly went through the hammer and into his body; he was completely unharmed. Could this "god" really be a demigod child of Zeus with command over lightning like that? Either way, this guy was strong, far stronger than he. However, that didn't explain his strength that overpowered even Herakles. Herakles only had strength like he did because of Hera's milk. A child of Zeus would have superhuman strength for sure, but not as powerful as that of Herakles unless something else intervened. Maybe Thor was not a child of Zeus at all... but then what was he?

Thor laughed "lightning doesn't affect me!"

Herakles flew towards Thor, ready to punch him and he did, causing Thor to lose balance as Thor opened his mouth slightly, biting his lip in what seemed to be pain. Then Herakles grabbed him and threw his arms around his neck strangling him. He felt satisfaction and power, making him smile only slightly and chuckle as he walked towards the edge of one of the cliffs, his arms still around the choking Thor's neck, Thor began struggling, making it very tough and frustrating for Herakles to keep him where he wanted him. Herakles used all of his strength to keep him in place as he looked down behind him. It was a long way down the rocky mountain. Herakles and Thor were both pushing hard. Herakles used his frustration and channeled it into his strength, helping him to further keep this oddly powerful being in place. The struggle soon ended when Herakles looked up, lightning was coming down from one of the dark gray clouds above him, Thor chuckling, he had caused this, the blue lightning quickly came down and struck Herakles. Herakles shrieked in pain as he let go of Thor. Thor flew up while Herakles fell on his knees, breathing heavily. Thor shot a blast of blue lightning towards Herakles as Herakles focused, taking a deep breath. Everything slowed down as the lightning slowly hit him, but now Herakles absorbed it. He felt the power going through his body, charging him, that addicting feeling of euphoric power returned but this time it was even better; Herakles felt stronger, faster, more agile, more durable, he felt even more superhuman than he already was. Thor flew down towards him as Herakles's eyes turned a solid blue color while the lightning of the same blue color channeled and sparked throughout his body and he caught Thor threw him straight forward. Thor fell on the ground about 3 yards in front of Herakles, quickly rising to his feet as the extra Strength Herakles gained from Thor's lightning now disappeared, the lightning leaving his body and his eyes returned to normal, leaving him feeling limp and weak compared to that rush of power he felt before. However, he had to keep going no matter how much every part of his body ached. Herakles and Thor looked at each other, both breathing heavily.

"You're not as much of a weakling as I thought you would be," commented Thor. Herakles smiled as he still breathed heavily, chuckling a bit, not responding to the comment. Herakles ran at Thor, taking out his club and swinging it at him. Thor raised his hammer and blocked the blow, blue sparks of electricity coming from both the club and the hammer showing and connecting showing their struggle to overpower the other. This was tiring Herakles out, but Thor seemed to be barely trying. Herakles quickly kicked Thor but he didn't budge, this was frustrating, Thor then pressed more with his hammer and the club flew out of Herakles's hand, leaving him open and stumbling off balance. Herakles's heart beat fast, he was open, afraid. Thor kicked him off the ledge of the cliff.

Herakles fell slowly, now knowing he needed to use his brain if he wanted to survive. He then used the winds to pick himself up once more, allowing him to fly. He flew up and threw his arms forward as he shot strong cones of winds at Thor. Thor seemed to stand his ground as he planted his feet into the rocky surface beneath him. So Herakles turned up the heat, causing the wind to be even stronger. Eventually, it became too strong for Thor so he flew back and hit the ground hard, grunting with each pound of his body on the ground, his hammer flying out of his hand. Herakles then flew straight towards him and pounded on his chest multiple times with his fists, Thor shrieking with each pound. "By the power of my father, Zeus!" Herakles yelled as he kept smashing Thor over and over again.

"Ah... a Greek demigod... you think just because the Greek gods are far more powerful and get to rule earth that you'll win this fight? Think again." Thor opened his hand and the hammer flew back to him as he caught it. Herakles got a good look at the hammer now, it was big and square like, the "hammer" part of it seeming to have rune-like inscriptions on both sides. The whole thing was made of a silvery blue metal. Thor now swung at Herakles's chest, causing pain to sear through it, Herakles screaming. Herakles weakly called upon the winds again to push the hammer out of his hand, he succeeded and picked up the hammer and sweeped Thor's legs with his own and then smashed his head with the hammer, over and over again until it exploded open. At this point, it was over. Little did Herakles know, he had just killed the god of thunder.

A voice with a Norwegian accent then boomed in his head. "You have killed my son, now the entire Aesir pantheon is hunting you, be warned." This shook Herakles... the voice sounded so real, and it wasn't the first time a god had spoken to him telepathically. Or at least he assumed it was a god. However, now it was time to survive in this rocky world. Herakles lifted his hand so the hammer was near his face, he examined it and commanded the winds to pick him up once more as he flew off into the distance.