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The wind tore ferociously at his mane as he returned upstate in a silent flight; Mjolnir hurtled him back towards the Institute as he remembered when he first met Ragnar.
"Thank the Allfather," the Space Wolf had declared piously. But is he not from a different universe? Did not Damon's machinery prove that? How could he know of the Allfather? He knew that once, the Midgardians of Scandinavia had worshipped Asgardians as gods; was Ragnar from one of those universes?
Thor knew he was no scientist nor one of substantial mental talent, yet this question kept circulating in his mind. Every Allfather... every Odin... mine was a monster, as was the one from Loki's universe... What God would rule over a universe where its most zealous servants are kept on a constant stream of mind control drugs? What kind of monster is such an Allfather?
The thunderer descended from the skies and landed carefully on the Institute's lawn. As he strode into the foyer, he heard a familiar voice singing something which made his skin crawl.
"Listen, smith of the heavens, what the poet asks. May softly come unto me your mercy. So I call on thee, for you have created me. I am thy slave, you are my Lord."
He followed Ragnar's notes to the bar and saw the man standing before a fire; there could be no mistaking this as anything other than a devotional moment. Yet he sings of being a slave to a Lord. The servility is most contemptible he thought, even though he felt regret rather than contempt at the sight.