The Specter : Becoming a god

The lightning and the axe

Eden now arrived in Iceland, and now arrived there he didn't know where to go, so he searched around Iceland searching for people who may have mythological information about where Thor might be. It was unsuccesful, until he walked into a bar to rest and drink while, tired, he yelled in the:
-Does anyone here belive in Thor's existence? I guess not.
-Thor is as real as you and me, an old man replied.
The man wore a kaki jacket with fur on it's hodie, his hair was wet, probably he was a fisherman, he had a white common moustache, while the rest of his hair was gray, with sideburns extending to his jaw line.
-Is that so? Eden asked.
-He was sent by God to protect humans from ghouls, he retired in the mountains as his duty is no longer needed and he is tired and weak.
-Is that so? And how do you know this?
-My old papa told me, he never lied.
-Do you know where he retired?
-Some say in the mountains of Norway, or Danmark, some even say he is here.
-If he would be here, where would he be?
-In the mountains for sure, some say that the old man Thurrig Doyskeson might be Thor himself, but I digress.
-Stop telling foreigners your old mythical lies, old man, a younger man from the next table interrupted.
-There is a difference between lies and truth you don't want to accept, Sven, the old man replied.
-Death knocks at your door and you stay here to tell people some myths your father told you, go back on the boat so a whale can kill you, the man replied angry.
-So, this Thu- whatever, where does he live? Eden aksed the old man again.
-Up on that mountain, the old man points towards one of the biggest mountains you could see on the window. That is where Thurrig has his house.
Thus Eden packed his stuff and went on the mountain. At his arriver he saw a man chopping wood in front of his house.
The house was made out of wood, painted in old nordic ways and grass growing on purpose on the roof with beautiful flowers and the grass was the greenest he has ever seen.
The owner of the house had big arms and legs, he was about 6 feet tall or even taller. He had a bug tummy and a long red beard, wearing what seemed to be a wolf's skin.
-Hello, Eden greeted him.
-Halló, hvernig get ég aðstoðað þig? the man replied in icelandic.
-Um... do you speak english?
-Oh, Já, of course, the man replied in a thick icelandic accent. How can I help you?
-Are you Thu-reeh.... Dooys-ka-Seán?
-Hvað? Oh, Þurrig Döjskeson? Oh, já, já, that is me!
-Yeah... right. I wanted to ask you about the norse god Thor, do you belive in his existence?
-Þór? Nei, he is just a myth, a legend, replied Thurrig, then proceeds to cut a log with his axe.
-There is the word about you being Thor. I myself belive in Thor.
-Look, I am flatered you climb up here to see me, but sorry to upset you, Þór is not real.
-But yet I am looking at him with my own eyes.
-You start to upset me, please leave, or else I will cut you in two with my axe, cuts another log to relief his anger.
-You mean hammer? Mjolnir?
-I am holding an axe.
-Oh, God of Thunder, you can't pretend, you're not a good actor.
-Fine, let's say I am, who are you anyway?
-My name is Eden Bogedael, and I came to kill you.
-Hva...
Thurrig didn't get to finish his sentnece and Eden throws a rock at the man, but Thurrig cuts the rock in half with his axe and the axe out of nowhere starts flickering with lighting. Eden looks at Thurrig's eyes, now glowing with lighting angry and even the weather drasticly changed into storm.
-Fool! Eden yelled at the norse god. I have years of inovation in my hands, he pulls out a gun from his jacket and points it at Thurrig.
He shoots the gun and the bullet gets cut in half by Thor's lighting.
-You're the fool here, said the norse god of thunder on a angry tone.
Eden panics and hides behind the wooden house trying to think of a plan. "How am I going to defeat a god?" he said to himself. He started thinking if he sneeks behind his back he may be able to shot him, thus he realised he should use things that don't conduct electricity, so he covered himself in solid dirt.
-Hey Thor, prepare for me!
-Hvað í fjandanum are you wearing?
-Dirt! He yelled and tries to shoot Thor while getting closer, but he keeps cutting them with lightning.
Eden looks down to the wood Thurrig was cutting and sees an axe. He quickly takes the axe and throws it at him.
The axe penetrates into Thor's chest, but not enough.
-Aouch, Thor said on a sarcastic tone.
Eden sprints to him to push the axe in, the god of thunder proceeds to stop him, but from his power from the Minotaur, Eden pushes his hands stronger into it to push the axe deeper into his chest. Crack, the sound of Thor's ribs from the axe gets heard, thus he tries to push Eden harder away from him, but the man also pushes the axe harder into the god's chest.
-Why, Thor says exhausted. Why... why do you do this? What... what's the reason to all thi... all this hustle?
-My ascending.
-I see, so you... you do it for your own self interest, may a curse be upon you.
Eden manages to push the axe to the heart, Thor stops pushing him back.
-I can feel my heart be cut in half, I can't fight and I can't live much longer. My time on earth... has expired.
Thor falls down to his knees and then down to the ground.
-Finally, said Eden, now tired from the fight.
He turns Thor's body with his face up and cuts his chest better with the axe and taking his heart out.
-Am I suposed to cook it or...
He saves the blood of the heart in a jar in case he needs to actually drink the blood too and cooks the heart.
-Can't belive I had to eat a heart and drink blood of a fresh died corpse... and the corpse of a norse god, this day couldn't get any weirder.