[completed] Infinity war as a book

nivadellir

[Cut to Nivadellir where Rocket is in the pod, and Thor, without  any environmental suit, jumps from the hull onto the ring surface with a  cable in his hand attached to the pod]

Rocket: I don't think you get the scientifics here. These  rings are gigantic. You wanna get them moving, you're gonna need  something a lot bigger to yank 'em loose.

Thor: Leave that to me.

Rocket: Leave that to you? Buddy, you're in space. All you got is a rope and a-

[Thor begins to swing the pod around him in a circle. Rocket  screams. Thor builds up speed with three good loops then slacks his grip  enough to send the pod shooting straight away from Nidavellir, trailing  him behind it like a kite tail] Fire the engines!

Rocket: [Rocket shakes it off and puts the proverbial pedal to the metal] Nnnyah!

Thor: [As the pod skims over the surface of the next  ring out, Thor reaches down and digs one hand into the surface, then  both feet, finally getting a foothold against the forward motion of the  pod. The ice-like accumulation around the ring axis crackles.] MORE... POWER... RABBIT!

[Thor commits bicep porn while Rocket accelerates for all he's  worth. Finally the rings spin free, realigning into effective  configuration as the star bursts back into life.]

Eitri: Well done, boy.

[Thor, clutching the pod's forward windows, points to the star]

Thor: That's Nivadellir!

[Rocket gazes amazed at the blazing core. An iris on the  cladding around the star opens, firing pure stellar heat through the  ring portals and into the forge... until the damaged mechanism fails,  crumbles loose and slams shut. The iris closes and the beam of light  trails off.]

Eitri: Damn it.

Rocket: "Damn it"? What's "damn it"?

Eitri: The mechanism is crippled.

Thor: What?

Eitri: With the iris closed I can't heat the metal.

Thor: How long will it take to heat?

Eitri: A few minutes, maybe more. Why?

Thor: [standing up on the pod hull] I'm gonna hold it open.

Eitri: That's suicide.

Thor: So is facing Thanos without that axe. [he leaps from the pod to the star's iris.]

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