[Kingslanding]
"Varys..."
"VARYS..."
"Spider, you there..."
I shouted, and then shouted again on not getting any response. For Odin's sake, I was ready to bring down a storm—if not for my experience with his godly powers of mine.
'Should never have believed that bald fuck.' I cursed, though I wasn't sure whether it was Vary's who did it or this was just a coincidence but my bet was on the former.
I had a feeling that things were going way too easily for my liking. Just cash in on that last debt and he's just gonna deliver it to the door? Nope.
The race of debtors are one of scums...
Shaking my head, strange things were clouding my mind. After the ceiling collapsed, I thought I was done for. However, in time of crises my body just know how to use its power on its own. Like it was insticts.
That godly power surged inside me again when the entire ceiling was coming down on me, strengthening my body, making me able to bare it. Being crushed under an thousand year old building with no ventilation sounded such a lame ending for one who gotten Thor's powers after all.
Even if the world demands me gone, it has to pay a big price for it, I ain't going out that easily.
I was lucky though that Thor's power activated unconsciously inside me when they did, thanks to that I was mostly fine.
When I didn't find Varys there, I knew he planned this. All doubts were on him at least. That wall was definitely an important structure holding this place up. Not important enough to bring down the entire castle, but still important.
Darkness started to annoy me. When the ceiling fell, the fire torch got buried behind all the debris. I tightened my grip around Mjolnir and raised the hammer, only for it to give out a slight hum before it lit up.
Not the thunder I was used to it emitting but rather an eternal light which illuminated the entire area around me. It felt like the hammer itself was completely the same, but the light came out of it nonetheless. It's hard to explain honestly.
This was one of the many little spells imbued inside Mjolnir which the MCU failed to show. There are many smaller things like this that Mjolnir could do. The hammer was much more than just for flying and smashing.
In this regard, I do believe the MCU failed Thor in many ways. Thor is supposed to be more than a dumb fighter. Having his memories though, I can say otherwise. It wasn't that he lacked brain, no.
It's just that he never had to use it when he was strong enough to solve every problem coming his way with his fist. If not then thunder.
I had a pretty good notion now that real Thor's power was way higher than what he knew in MCU. MCU Thor just like MCU Hulk later on was highly nerved.
The real god of thunder was something else, someone who could destroy planet when he comes to it.
I, However, can't use that much power right now. The more I learn the stronger I get, it was obvious but whether I can his real strength, I'm not sure.
In front of him, I feel insignificant. Even with my current progress rate doesn't seems that I will be able to reach his league in this lifetime.
MCU Thor though…, yeah, he is much more attainable goal.
Back to the situation at hand though, the way I came from was completely blocked. I can certainly smash my way through, but I'd rather not tempt fate.
Turning around, I could only see the unknown dark paths. I had a feeling that if I entered any of those, it would be almost impossible for me to find this place again.
"Odin's beard..." With irritation, I brought forth all my Asgardian knuckleheadedness to pause my rational mind and walk forth—not pondering over what will happen after that.
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[Castle Black]
The night was still at Castle Black, the kind of stillness that felt heavy, as if the very air was asleep. Torches burned low, guards paced their posts, yet none of them noticed the figure slipping through the shadows. It moved like smoke, clinging to the darkness, soundless with every step.
The usual cold and windy nights of Castle Black today felt unusually quiet and desolated.
At the southern enterance, two black brothers leaned lazily against their spears. They never even saw what struck them. A swift movement—then silence. Their bodies slumped to the ground, throats cut so neatly it seemed they were only sleeping.
The shadow pressed on, weaving through the narrow passages of Castle Black. It remained in the shadows, quiet and only moved when no one was looking, and only killed when he had to.
In a quiet corridor, the figure found him the boy he was looking for, asleep in a small chamber.
There was only one boy in the entire castle black, one among the three of the Stark Blood.
However, outside the door of the entrance stood a single Stark Guard. Remaining their, ensuring that no harm come to their youngest lord, and more importantly, he doesn't dissapear again.
Removing him from the equation was crucial to get to the boy. With no other option, the shadow had to once again kill the man.
He found a rock on the side, picking it up he threw it right were he wished to distrace the guard.
The sound of the rock hitting one of the pillars in the quiet corridor jolted the guard up, aleart and on guard. He looked were he heard the sound from, readying himself if anyone shows up with ill intention, however, none came, what came was a dagger out of his chest lays with his blood.
Life immediately stated to fade away from the guards eyes, however even in this condition one looked back, to see what was responsible from this. He recognized the man.
"You ?" He couldn't say anything more, his wind pipe was clogged with blood.
He was carefully set down to the ground, no sound was generated in the process, as the enemy move towards the room after that.
The shadow slipped inside, silent as death. With one swift movement, it was upon him. A gloved hand clamped over Bran's mouth, smothering any sound before it could form. Another hand slid under him, lifting the boy as though he weighed nothing. Bran stirred, eyes snapping open wide with shock.
His heart beat raced at this sudden jolt, body's reaction going to overdrive.
He tried to cry out, to call for Rob, or Jon, or anyone—but his voice never came. A strip of cloth was shoved into his mouth, tight and unforgiving. His heart thundered as he kicked weakly, but it was useless. The shadow's grip was iron.
No words were spoken. No threats, no promises. The figure only moved quickly, carrying him through the halls with unearthly precision. The guards at their posts didn't stir. The brothers sleeping in their chambers never woke. It was as if the whole castle had fallen into a dreamless sleep, their awareness stolen by some unseen magic.
Bran's wide eyes darted from the stone walls to the fading torches, desperation rising inside him. Who was this? Why him? Was it the Lannisters? The White Walkers? The Three eye Raven?
But though fear gnawed at him, the boy felt something strange. The grip holding him wasn't cruel. It was strong, yes, but not harsh. Whoever this shadow was, it seemed he did not wish to harm him.
Still, that did little to soothe the terror pounding through Bran's chest as the night swallowed him whole. The figure stepped beyond the gates of Castle Black, vanishing into the darkness, leaving behind only silence and the illusion that nothing had ever happened.
"Wait."
However, just as it felt that everything went just as planned, something happened. A voice stopped him.
Both stiffen, Bran and the man who just kidnapped him.
His fingers tighten around the grip of the sword place beside him. From the corner of his eyes he saw a figure holding fire, looking at him with glaring eyes.
"You wouldn't my one more person would you ?"
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