The Son of Coul

It was rare for a warrior to need to be carried into Valhalla. It only happened when their wounds were so great, they had to heal after death. It was even rarer for said warrior to be carried by Thor himself. The thin, waif-like figure in Thor's arms was wrapped in a silvery blanket. The eyes of the long-dead warriors stared as Thor lowered the figure onto a bench and left.

One of the younger warriors spoke first. He wore a U.S. Navy Seal uniform and had an M-22 strapped to his back."What the fuck."

One of the shield maidens gave him a dissaproving look. She looked back at the figure in awe, "What should we do?"

It was clear that the warrior had been killed by a celestial weapon and since he had been carried by Thor, he must have known the god personally. The Navy Seal cautiously walked up to the silent figure. He reached out, and his wrist was snatched out of the air. The fallen warrior leapt over the Seal and flipped him into the ground, knocked him out, and held a knife to his neck. "Nobody move."

A rippled of unease went through the crowd and the warrior straightened. He gestured toward the sheild maiden. "You, where am I?"

"You are in the sacred Halls of Valhalla."

The warrior's face fell. "Bullshit", he dropped the Seal, "I'm leaving."

"You can't gust leave."

"Watch me."

Thor walked in. "Son of Coul!", his face showed enough tooth to scare a chupacabra,"You have awakened!"

"Thor, what is our current location?"

"Valhalla, Asgard."

"Bye."

"Were are you going?"

"Home."

"This is your home now."

"It isn't until I say it is."

"Coulson, you are dirctly defying the All-Father's wishes."

"Wishes are different from orders."

Coulson gave Thor a look that seemed to say, "I am leaving now and there is nothing you can do to stop me."

"I cannot let you leave."

Coulson turned and walked towards the golden doors. Thor threw his hammer, knowing that Coulson would only be reborn agian the next day. He easily dogded the hammer and threw his knife, impaling Thor on the wall. Thor reached out with his other hand and the hammer came flying towards Coulson. Coulson spun on his heel and caught the hammer. He gave Thor one last long look and left.