There is a gust of crisp, cool wind that curls around his stoic form and he swears he feels his hairs rising. He lifts his eyes to the heavens and glares, as if his father is watching and can see the anger on his son's face from where he sits, lofty in the realms of Asgard.
"I will avenge her," he repeats, and then he hurls his hammer and into the sky he flies, a night of pain to be brought upon several hoards of reavers for the the pain they have brought him.