You Called, I Answered (Salvatore Shield)

1.17 | Thor

This part is a bit longer. I wanted to connect the Thor plot with the plot that I've created.
I didn't edit this chapter before publishing so let me know if it requires any revisions:)

————A Few Days Ago————

LOCATION: ASGARD

"How do I look?" The King-to-be asks his brother who remains at his side.

His usually mischievous brother seems sincere as he grins proudly at his brother's reflection, "Like a king."

Suddenly they hear the sound of ceremonial horns in the distance.

"It's time, brother."

"I'm right behind you. You go on ahead."

His brother casts him a weary look before obliging. He heads inside the palace without him.

The colorful ceremonial banners of the nine realms adorn the beautiful room. Everyone seems to be buzzing with excitement. The brave Warriors Three and friends of the new king remain standing in their designated places of honor at the front of the large hall, along with the warrior maiden, Lady Sif.

Odin stands front and center, spear in hand, and his wife Frigga at his side, waiting for the arrival of his son.

And suddenly, the crowd's attention is drawn to the doors at the end of the aisle, a roar-like sound coming through. It's the sound of the unmistakable power of the hammer Mjolnir.

The king-to-be cockily enters, swinging the hammer with a flourish, making a grand entrance for the crowd, much to the dismay of his father.

Once he finishes stirring up the crowd, he reaches the front of the room, kneeling before his father, who strikes his blade upon the ground to silence the crowd.

"Thor Odinson, my heir, my first born. So long entrusted with this mighty hammer, Mjolnir. Forged in the heart of the dying star, from the sacred metal of Uru. Only one may lift it. Only one is worthy. Who wields this hammer commands the lightning and the storm. It's power has no equal. As a weapon to destroy, or a tool to build. It is a fit companion for a King.
"Today, I entrust you with the greatest honor in all of the Nine Realms. The sacred throne of Asgard. I have sacrificed much to achieve peace. So, too, must a new generation sacrifice to maintain that peace. Responsibility, duty, honor. These are not merely virtues to which we must aspire. They are essential to every soldier and to every King."
Thor nearly shivers, from the words of his father, and simply because the hall begins to grow more chilly by the second.
"Thor Odinson, do you swear to guard the Nine Realms?"

"I swear."

"Do you swear to preserve the peace?"

"I swear."

"Do you swear to cast aside all selfish ambition and pledge yourself only to the good of all the Realms."

"I swear."

"Then on this day, I, Odin Allfather, proclaim you—"

Odin hesitates, now noticing ice growing along the pillars in the hall, cracking eerily. The crowd and Thor notice as well.

And Odin realizes, "Frost giants..."

The first giants, or the Jotuns, were enemies of Asgard years ago, but Odin proctored peace between the two worlds. They had an agreement, no more war, no more bloodshed.

And so, Sif and the Warriors Three draw their swords, following behind Thor, ready for battle to protect Asgard.

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