Thor the god of thunder is dead...
murdered by the herald's of ragnarok, the goroth twins
y/n thorson, the eldest son of thor sets out into the world to hunt down these god killers to not only prevent ragnarok but to also to avenge the death of you...
In one of Asgards' many forests, we see Y/n travelling along a snowy path. As he walks, he gains a worried expression on his face.
Y/n: (groans) Where is she? We should have met up by now.
As Y/n continues to walk, he hears a strange sound coming from behind. He slowly turns around to see something rising from the ground. An undead abomination known throughout the nine realms.
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Y/n: (thoughts) A dragur! Here in asgrad?
Y/n summons his blade and prepares to strike down the undead abomination. But before he can however, an arrow is lodged in the dragurs head and it falls down dead.
???: You're getting slow in you're old age, old man.
Y/n looks up to see a young woman, likely in her early twenties in the trees above him. She had blonde hair, blue eyes and armed with a bow.
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Y/n: (smiles) You're getting better with that bow, Astrid. What are you doing up there anyway?
Astrid: (jumps down) Well, I thought that if I'd move through the treetops, I'd be less likely to scare any potential prey away.
Y/n: A sound strategy. Any luck?
Astrid: (Sigh) Nearly. I managed to find a small herd of deer. But before I could even fire an arrow, a great big bloody bear showed up! One of the biggest I've ever seen. Damn brute scared all the deer away.
Y/n: (thinks for a minute) Where's the bear now?
Astrid: I saw it heading east. Towards the frozen river.
Y/n: (smirks) Well then, let's get after it then.
Astrid: (smirks) I was hoping you'd say that.
Y/n: You lead, I will follow.
The two continue on their way towards the frozen river. As they walk, they come across a half-eaten deer carcass lying on the ground.
Astrid: (kneels down) Looks like one of the deer I saw earlier. Judging by the blood, the poor thing must've been killed about an hour ago. (Notices tracks on the ground) And these tracks, definitely made by a bear. Probably the same basterd from earlier.
