Thor Odinson (odins_son) wrote in newalliance, @ 2014-08-18 20:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | agent fitz, agent simmons, thor, vision |
Who: Donald Blake/Thor, open to reactions
What: Dragon + innocents threatened = a revived Thunderer
Where: NYC; Flushing Meadows Corona Park
When: Tied in with this (separated as this may get a bit long), about fifteen minutes or so after
Status: In Progress for reactions
Rating: Medium
The trip to Asgard had been a most interesting one if Donald were being honest. Everything had been so bright and colorful to see. And he was more than happy to have his cane back but he felt like Loki was disappointed. Part of Donald wondered if the godling had thought when he (Donald) had taken his cane up in Asgard if it would revert to that hammer thing Thor wielded in battles. But it remained a cane and Donald remained himself. After he had gained his cane he had done some drinking with Fandral and some others, rather enjoying the taste of mead though the next day he had regretted it.
But now he was safely back home and was enjoying some time off before his duties at the practice resumed. Currently he had been limping along the main pathways of Flushing Meadows Corona Park, humming a song he had heard on Asgard to himself. That was when it happened. Screams and shouts up ahead and coming towards him. He frowned, the song dying in his throat and he glanced up and his eyes widened in surprise. “Holy crap…” he breathed, staring at the large dragon. He dove to the side when something came out of the dragon’s mouth. He glanced over and stared as the sidewalk blackened and smoked with where he had been before. He struggled to regain his footing. It wasn’t easy given his leg but he managed to do it. He instinctively ducked when the dragon swooped overhead and he turned to hurry away when he heard some moans and cries of pain.
Without thinking of his own safety or life he hobbled as fast as he could to the source of the cries and saw a young girl on the ground, her leg caught beneath some rubble of a playground set the dragon had flung about. “Shhh, it’s okay little one,” he soothed, his voice gentle in spite of the stress and adrenaline. Making sure he wouldn’t do more damage first, he quickly began trying to pry the heavy metal beam off of her leg. Sweat beaded on his forehead and slipped down his face, stinging his eyes but he ignored everything until he got her leg free. Seeing some blood, he saw a gash on her skin and ripped the sleeve of his shirt off and quickly wrapped her wound.
A woman came rushing up, crying for the girl. “Oh Breanna!” she cried.
“She’ll be fine once you get her out of here but make sure she has that leg looked at,” Donald ordered. The woman nodded then her eyes widened as she stared past Donald. He followed her gaze and saw the winged beast swooping back over, more of the acid like phlegm and fire spewing from it’s mouth. He spun back around and spotted one of those concrete tunnels made for playgrounds for kids to climb through and on. “Get in there now!” he shouted. The woman nodded and hurried to obey with the girl in her arms. Donald followed as fast as he could but by the time he reached it, there wasn’t enough room for him with the woman and her daughter and a few others there. Still, they were somewhat exposed and out in the open should the dragon shoot fire in the direction of the opening.
He looked around before he spotted a metal trash can the city used. He moved over and shoved it to the side and rolled it as fast as he could in front of the entrance. It didn’t cover it completely but it was better than nothing. “All of you stay down and don’t make a sound!” he ordered. He looked back and saw the dragon coming towards them. He had to lead it away…
He hurried as far as he could from the tube, shouting and yelling, even throwing what he could at the dragon to get it’s attention. It turned towards and roared out before it hurled a blast of fire at him. He stared in shock at it, knowing he wouldn’t be able to dodge it. Not that much. Still, he tried and was sent hurtling through the playground and into the jungle gym. He fell to the ground, his skin burned and his body in agony. He turned his head and he could see the girl Breanna’s eyes staring at him, tears welling up. He smiled as reassuringly as he could. He could hear the dragon soaring away from the area and he smiled more. They were safe. Those families were safe from the dragon. His eyes looked up at the sky as darkness enclosed on his vision.
I may not be a god...but I still did what I could to save people… he thought.
It is not yet your time to rest Donald Blake.
Donald opened his eyes and blinked, the pain gone from his body. In fact it didn’t even feel like he had a body. He looked around in confusion and saw millions of stars in the dark sky. Looking down he could see a beautiful bridge, the colors decorating more vibrant than anything on Earth or even Asgard. “Wh...where...what…” he stammered. Heavy footsteps had him turning and he saw...himself?? Only it wasn’t him. This man had no limp, no lame leg. He was dressed in rich black leather pants and boots. Silver and golden armor covered his torso and chest and a rich, red cape flowed from his shoulders. His long blond hair was braided back to ensure it stayed out of his face and thick silver bracers covered his forearms. A hammer hung from his belt and a winged silver helm covered his head. The man stepped forward and clapped a heavy hand on Donald’s shoulder, nearly sending him to his knees.
Thou hast housed my spirit these last months, keeping me safe from being pulled to the halls of Valhalla. I know my brother dragged thee to Asgard in an attempt to revive me, but it was not yet my time. But your sacrifice to save complete strangers with the cost of thy life has given me strength enough to return.
“You’re Thor...what Loki said was true...I am you…” Thor nodded. Donald swallowed a little nervously. “What...what happens to me when you return to the world of the living? Will...will I cease to be?”
Thou art a part of me Donald Blake. We share a soul and neither of us can live without the other. But the dragon that was loosed in Broxton now threatens the city of New York.
“You need to stop it,” Donald said. “Go. What happens to me doesn’t matter but those people need you more than me right now.”
Thou art an honourable man Donald Blake...
The body laid on the ground, the cane a few feet from his hand. Slowly though, lightning began to crackle around the wood. Stronger and stronger it grew until finally it grew too bright to be looked at. Suddenly it shot up into the sky before plummeting back down to the ground, directly at the man on the ground. His hand shot up even though it had been limp before and lightning surged through him, lifting him off of the ground. Leathers and armor began forming on him, a red cape swirling behind him as the lightning finally faded, revealing him.
Thor had returned.
Blue eyes looked up at the dragon and they narrowed. “Foul beast! Thou shalt taste the mighty Mjolnir!” Thor began swinging his hammer until it was a blur and flung it up. He hung onto the strap and flew upwards at the dragon, thick, black storm clouds gathering to welcome him. As a stream of fire shot towards him he slammed Mjolnir into them, knocking them away. He resumed swinging his hammer before he flew at the beast, lightning surging down towards him and engulfing him. He slammed his hammer into the dragon, grinning as it roared in pain.
“Return from whence thee came beast or Midgard shall be thy grave!” The dragon roared back at him and he grinned. “Thou hast made the choice! To the death!” Thor began his relentless assault, flying and dodging and narrowly missing blasts of fire and the acidic phlegm belched forth from the beast.
When the dragon began to tire, Thor narrowed his eyes. Spotting a crack in the creature’s hide by the heart, he hurled Mjolnir as hard as he could towards the dragon and held on, the wind whipping by. Moments later he slammed into the hard scales of the beast but they were little match for Mjolnir and the beating they had taken from Thor. The Thunderer slammed through the dragon’s heart and chest and erupted out of it’s back and quickly summoned a strong wind to guide the body of the dragon to an empty area of the park so no one was hurt by it.
The beast dead, Thor landed on the ground and slipped his hammer onto his belt and looked around, his helm gleaming in the light. He approached the body of the dragon, wanting to ensure it was truly dead.