Edda - New Verse(Thor SI - GOW:R/Mythology/other crossovers)

[CrimsonKing100k]

"Right, where to begin?…….well, I'm sure you lot know death, other wise you'd wouldn't be here sharing a drink with me now would ya? Anyway, from what I remember of mine? Well, I remember pretty much all that came before and after, my rather mundane life, back and forth to college and work, and my family as we lived through the tides of life, but the actual event? I've only ever grasped bits and pieces that I barely remember, do I regret anything? No shit I do, but what could I do? what could you lot do? For all our power, we can't go back to 'what' was before…..Right I'm getting off topic, my death………I remember a car crash-the car flipping hard back onto the ground..….as the sky above rages to the tune of lightning cracks…a girl who's screams haunt me as I try to reach her….then flames that started to consume everything in sight as distant sirens pierced the ringing of my ears… the darkness and silence that replaced everything….then waking up in that place…."



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There are many things a person can expect out of death. Some kind afterlife perhaps, maybe reincarnation like those mangas, or if your lucky for seeing the pearly gates on a foundation made of clouds, and unlucky by falling into the flaming pit and the screams of the damned being your only company, or perhaps a ROB who is so bored they fucked with reality for entertainment, or maybe just oblivion into sweet nothingness.

But what I got was strange, don't get me wrong, whatever it is, I can't complain when staying at a picture perfect lake side red cabin that sat next to crystal clear waters, all of which surrounded by the greenest fullest forest you can imagine. All of which I certainly enjoyed as the cabin was filled with all the trip-pings, a fully furnished home with stocked kitchen, huge ass liberty with books that I love, a living room with a massive TV sitting beside a cabinet loaded with my favorite movies, the porcelain throne shininglike it was hand cleaned by the god of cleanliness, and the king sized bed was so comfortable I felt like I could sleep a thousand years in bliss…

…which actually happened…the thousand years I mean, as the grandfather clock in the entryway kept track of the days and seconds that passed by. Time here is different, that much I figured, because beside my best attempts, the days and nights literally flew by despite my efforts to keep track as I watched the sky shift from vibrate blue and its blazing sun to swirling night of dark purple and violet darkness filled with nebulas, stars, and a shining pale moon.

In that time I wondered the beach and forest, walking off into the deep green foliage, going farther and farther each time past oaks and pines number the millions, with the vain hope of finding anything, a road, another house, something to show that I wasn't alone……..sometimes I'd see a possible glimpse of animals but, well, they looked nothing like the ones I remember, being larger then me by a large margin, off colored similar to moss and stone, at one point I could've sworn the deer I saw was glowing blue from its antlers before it took off running……

…. and when I felt tired I head back to the cabin. Though, truthfully, I never felt a lick of hunger or the need to sleep, with all that time I think my subconscious made the routine to keep my sanity. Its amazing, how much it works for your psyche when you keep up the daily routine of living, I've read everything the library offered; ranging from my favorite fantasy novels like Percy Jackson and lord of the rings, to many mangas I never got to finish like One piece, and though cooking and history books, after that was exhausted I watched the entirety of the movie cabinet; from the likes of John Wick all the way to Star Wars and all the movies in-between. I'm proud to say that my cooking skills have improved, as the fridge never empties and each time I open and close it the food inside changes to what I desire, I'd say Gordon Ramsey would be beaming with pride from the shear number of meals I've made…or in horror of the slabs unrecognizable disguesting masses that I had to burn in the fire pit….

Eventually, I gave up trying to find anything, and I spent the time trying to keep myself from losing my mind from the isolation, until this morning of course………walking out of the cabin's porch, I follow the stone steps down to the lake and I sat down on the wood pier's edge looking over the water. As beautiful as this all is, it didn't help the feeling in the my gut, as when I woke up that morning I checked the clock, the old stylized day number keeper maxed out at 999999……in years…

….I listen to the lapping waves and watch the sky as a theory forms in my mind. Whatever this is, I think it's a type of limbo, not the kind meant to punish, but instead act like a bus stop for souls, or in this case…me….my soul……but as its a bus stop, the 'bus' never came and who's ever in charge forgot about me….."hehhehehhAHAHAHAH!!!" the absurdity made me laugh……to the point it made my lungs hurt before shifting to hiccuping to silently cry, weeping as the tears fell down my face. The shear isolation finally consuming me….

The wind went quiet, the water went still to a mirror sheen, as in the center of the lake from above as a star fell and hovers over the surface, its light radiating circles of arcing energy as they spun around the glowing center. Thunder boomed above me, freeing me from breakdown as a wave of lightning rushes past me and through the trees. Eyes wide in shock, I take in the mesmerizing sight as the pulses grow in intensity, the water now defying gravity as its streams join next to the lightning arc pulled down from the sky.

It's then that everything around me, the air, the sand from the beach, leaves from the trees are being pulled to the glowing sphere in the middle of this…nexus? And it's getting stronger, "what?………wow..wa…wait…..WAIT!!!!!" I yell as my body goes weight less, gravity loosing its hold, my boots nearly reaching water below as I fly toward the nexus's center, another energy wave hits me as visible electricity arcs around my arms, and another blinds me for a second as the same energy must have entered my eyes…just in time to see .the white light of the sphere hollowing out to a black void rimmed in white grow into the size of a car. "HOLY SHITTTTTTT" as I wave my limbs as I'm ripped through the air and swallowed by darkness….

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Odin, the Allfather, God of Wisdom and Magic, the feared king of Asgard, master warrior and grand wonderer, the God bore a tall frame built for war, wide shoulders draped with a grey cloak the reaches his knees hide the rune encrusted steel and leather armor, his exposed arms showing rippling musculature and scars that told years of battle against monsters and fellow warriors alike……

…paces back and forth with fear and sweat on his face, Heimdall, Asgard's Watchmen and master swordsman, clad in a full body suit of armor sans the helmet, which is clipped to his belt, letting his dark skin free and rune tattoos glimmer to the glow of his golden eyes. the great sword Hǫfuð and massive Gjallarhorn strapped to his back, standing not far from Odin. The two are waiting outside of the closed doors of the healers hall, a section of Odin's castle Valaskjálf.

"You're wearing a hole through the floor, your grace." Heimdall said in sarcasm with a slight smirk, getting the one eyed God to warily glare at him before going back to pacing. "Your not the one that has to explain to my wife why I have a son currently being born from another woman while she helps that woman give birth......" Odin complains.

"UWUUAAAAHA!!!!!!" the feminine screams shakes the whole of Asgard, Heimdall looks out of the near by window to see the town surrounding the castle suffer a district collapse. Stoically calm, "Sir, If I may, we may need to reinforce the runic barriers of the castle….and modify them to hold magic in as well as out…" he remarks as he sees the far edges of the Asgardian city glimmer blue as the runic matrix built in the foundations work to absorb the worst of the quake. steadying himself, Odin sighs and runs a hand through his greying hair.

"Jord's the incarnation of the Earth Heimdall, every realm is feeling her labour pains…"Odin said as he moves next to Heimdall at the window, frowning as the destroyed buildings as his men rushes to help the citizens, and then looking to the sky, dark thunder clouds having long formed and stayed for the last nine days since his son's birth began, each day Jord's pain echoing past the Veil of realms and into the others. The biggest storm of the era covering the whole of the realm of Asgard and into the Vanaheimr and Álfheimr. the neighboring realms suffering from rain storms, tornados, and violent winds……

……It only stopped raining an hour ago, Odin already knowing that more would come… right about…..*CRACK* now and a wall of water falls from the sky "UUUUUUAAHAAH!!!!!!" Jord gives another scream and the world went sideways, whole sections of the city, the hills, rivers and mountains, the very world beyond the city limits twisted and crack like shattering glass. Odin grabbing the wall for support, Heimdall bracing himself against the windowsill. Odin, blinks his sole green eye, opening it to shinelike a blazing star, calmly raises his hand, a ring of runes spins into existence in his palm and the breaking world paused, stopping med the chaos as everything receives a halo of runic energy, slowly everything returned back as it should.."WAHHH!!" instead of the screams of Jords, the wail of child fills the whole hallway. Odin looks to Heimdall, his old friend smiling, despite how the world nearly tipped over. Rushing through the door the king of Asgard, brushes through the gathered healers to the far corner, Idunn and Frigg stood beside the bed as exhausted Jord who held a bundle to her bare chest…

Jord's blood red hair a tangled mess as she looks upon her son, her blue eyes moving up to see Odin kneel down beside, his one eye locked to the baby in her arms. Shifting their child to show him the freshly born baby, wiggle as his sky blue eyes pecks through, Thunder rumbles off throughout the sky as Odin lets the little tyke grab hold of his finger……..as Odin gives his son a name that wlll challenge fate itself…..

"Thor…." Odin whispers…

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Here's my first ever thread post here on the site! when I do continue it, I'll be experimenting with the POV of third or first person. suggestions are welcome!

 

[Velcarion98]

Interesting, curious to see what happens next

 

[Hadrian.Caeser]

I look forward to seeing where this goes

 

[FallenMetal]

Thank you, and I am a sucker for GOW Thor self-insert, so I am very interested in seeing how things will play out. Great start and very interesting, I can't wait to see how things will go.