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It seems I'm a god. That's right, I'm just a normal teenager living my life until I realize I'm an ancient god that everyone thought was gone. Hooray, let's tell this from the beginning. My sleep was never peaceful, and I was often tormented by either dreams or nightmares. This time though... it was different. The surroundings twisted around me, Lightning engulfed my body and left me powered. A serpent ten times my size stood tall, and lunged to attack me. As that occurred, the sea itself shook and waves rippled throughout the world. I wanted to run away and scream, but I stood still, and when I looked down, I was stunned. Shiny armor glittered in the moonlight, and it seemed to be the last light on the earth. I felt my waist shrinking as if a very strong belt was tightening around it. Gloves made of pure iron fitted my hand, and when I raised my arm- that happened involuntarily, a hammer flew to it with the speed of lightning itself. The serpent struck teeth first, trying to eat me. Confused as hell, my body moved on its own, deciding to throw the slightly bigger than average hammer at the slightly bigger than average Serpent (haha, that wasn't true. The serpent was larger than anything I had ever imagined.) I plunged through a hole in the ground, and with that, the dream changed. Staring down, I saw a wedding dress tightening itself around me (yeah, what the hell?) then I saw the face of Loki, filled with mischievous joy (who is that? I don't know either, I just knew the name.) The dream got darker, the beautiful surroundings of what seemed to be a wedding feast melted to ashes. Ragnarok, that's what was happening. Thousands of evil giants descended into battle, destroying our troops. A fire giant with the name of Surter led them. I slowly remembered, I was Thor- the Lightning god. How did I end up here? The surroundings shifted, and a dead serpent lay at the ground, almost as if he just fell and cracked the earth itself. Dark liquid ran through my face, blinding me, and you thought that was it? My body refused to move, my throat pained me, and I realized I was starting to suffocate. My skin melted, the parts of me I thought of as so godly crumbling. That was why I am here, a human. I feared dying to Jörmungandr's poison in ragnarok, I banished myself hoping to never be found. I woke up. I had to get back to who I used to be, my mortal memories mixed with my immortal ones, creating a new version of myself. After minutes of focus, I stared down to find my immortal body, leaving behind the scrawny body of my mortal life. The 9 realms would not have benefitted from my absence, and I needed to set it right. Why the change of heart you may ask? Because a mortal memory stuck out above all my immortal ones, a cop that I barely know giving his life so that I may not die in a car accident. The surroundings heated up, then I realize that stemmed from me. All the electronics in the room overheated, and Lightning blundered through it. I meant to get back to my home with the other gods, but first, I had to preserve the world that renewed me.
