Whiteout20:02 Apr 08 2020
Times Read: 447
The weather was hard, wind blowing hard, as the young man struggled against the gale, his spear clutched in both hands above his head.
He had left the city and entered the furthest of the kingdom, curious as to whether he'd find the black wolf, this time.
The youth with long wind blonde hair and blue eyes had sought out the wolfpacks master since it's third kill. He had been told not to, but not ordered to by his Father.
So the youth had left the city, after teasing from his dark-haired half-brother.
“You haven't the courage to face the pack master, not you Thor; you stripling!” he had laughed, as he knelt before the young princeling.
And, with the arrogance of his youth, Thor had sought out the wolves pack-master, crouching low as he battled against the wind, his only covering the furs that covered much of his muscular frame.
A teen, he did not want to admit defeat, as he followed the largest wolf-track he had ever witnessed, so had marched onward, into the fiercest of winds, the snow blowing hard against his skin, the cold blasting his skin, in a fashion that was intolerable, or would have been, to anyone, other than the son of Odin.
All too soon the wind wrapped around him, as he followed tracks that disappeared, as the snow continued to fall. Yet the young man was resolute, having been called a coward by his Loki. And much as it galled him, the word always prompted him into action, that often called harm, to him.
And so, step by step, Thor plodded onward, in steps deep in the cold snow, as he followed the tracks. Then he found he needed to shield his eyes, against bright light, that blurred his vision.
“By Asgard,” the youth muttered, “what is this vision I see before me?”
He fell to his knees, wiping at his eyes with the back of his his left hand, ensuring he held his sword in his right hand, as the sun reflected on the first of the Old Ones.
And as light reflected from the titan who had emerged from the ice-wall before Thor, it spoke: “We know of you child of Odin. Why are you here, amongst the First One's?”
Abashed, Thor knelt.
Then looking up toward the creature of ice, he called out: “I came to this place seeking a pack-leader of wolves encroaching on the citadel.”
Laughter echoed around the teen, who looked around himself, sword ready.
“Show yourself,” he called, unafeared.
It was then that the pack came forth, the snarling pack leader at the fore, teeth of white showing, ready to read flesh into bloody pulp, of that he was sure.
“You say my sentinels came to your city pup?” the giant questioned, it's voice so loud that Thor's ears ached with each word, his knuckles showing as white as the snow, as he clasped the hilt of his sword, still waiting, still seeking combat.
Eyes of blue looked upward to the ice giant before him, as it spoke again: “Who told you this?”
Emboldened Thor spoke, “My brother said the wolf-pack is encroaching on the city.”
Laughter followed, loud laughter that tore at his ears.
“Loki the deceiver!” The voice boomed.
Silence followed, as the wind tore at the youth, who was stunned that The Ymir know of them both; both he and his half-brother.
Laughter followed and Thor fell to his knees.
“Let this be your first lesson in this world Son of Odin, do not believe the word of Loki, for he is and will be your enemy, now and in the future.”
And having spoken, the ice-giant fell back into the sheer mountain face, to leave Thor gasping for breath and, aching to get back to the palace.
He stood and snarled. He and his brother had a few words to have, about honesty.
COMMENTS
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Earthgrinder
20:50 Apr 08 2020
excellent work. very visual