Makutu ☆ Thor: Ragnarok [DISCONTINUED]

prologue

She stood there; completely unfazed as her hair whipped across her face and the wind howled in her ears. The salty spray of the sea created a damp glow across her skin, her thinning, translucent skin that had grown so cold it began to have a blue tint to it. Her dress billowed as the wind sent the fabrics in every which direction, sucked between her legs and wrapped around her ankles, a ghostly silhouette to her twig-like figure. She stood there, on top of the ocean as the bottom of her dress floated in the waves that crashed and roared around her. She was at least one hundred feet away from the shore, where the rain turned the sand into a sludge that he felt himself slowly sink into. She looked at him, wet hair plastered across her face though it didn't bother her, a pain in her eyes that broke the calmness of her demeanour. It was the calmest he had seen her in years - despite the waves and the weather that raged around her.

"So this is where you have been?" He called out to her, spitting hair out from his mouth. She didn't reply. "This is where he banished you?"

Her lip twitched, a brief smirk that disappeared as soon as it happened. He squinted his eyes, protection from the bullet-like beads of sea spray and rain that flew around them.

"Why did you summon me?" She spoke then, her voice as hollow as her cheekbones, and no doubt her emotions within. His body froze, as though the blood that coursed through his veins turned to ice, at the sound of her voice. It had been long since he had heard it; but it was nothing like the voice he once knew. He looked at the shell in his hand, one that had been passed through generations of shopkeepers, traders and dealers, until days ago when he got his own hands upon it. The ivory coloured conch that had a wave carved into it. He ran his thumb over the illustration.

"I need you." He said, still looking down at his hand.

"After all these years and only now you seek me? All for your own selfish desires?" Her voice echoed, and he realised he could feel it reverberate through the shell. "I saw you get banished. I saw you on Midgard, with your friends and your unworthy lover," she spat, "And only now you sought after your sister? Do tell me, big brother, what makes me so worthy?" Her haunting voice dripped like the sea spray down his neck. He shivered.

"Ragnarok is coming. I need your help." He said, the wind travelling his voice to her ears.

"Nobody will believe you." And the smallest ounce of hope he had in his chest deflated with a long sigh. He looked down and nodded. Silence resumed, the only sound were the waves as they crashed and rolled to the shore around his feet. He pocketed the shell and turned, the sand crunching under his boot. He didn't dare look back as he made his way up the beach, didn't want to look back at his sister with the pure hatred that shone through her eyes. Just as he was about to raise Mjölnir into the air, he heard her voice; determined and sinister,

"But they'll believe me."