Thunderous Fate (Thor x reader) || Record of Ragnarok

The air in Fjellheim was thick with dread, the tension palpable as the Norse troops descended upon the village. Their presence was suffocating, the clatter of their armor a grim echo of past horrors. 

Behind them stood Odin, his imposing figure radiating power and authority, his single eye surveying the terrified townspeople with cold indifference. I stood hidden behind a crumbled wall, my heart pounding in my chest. 

I could see the fear etched into the faces of the villagers—the same fear they had carried the first time Odin's forces arrived. But this time, they had someone willing to fight for them. 

Homura stepped forward, her staff in hand, her presence commanding as she placed herself between the troops and the townspeople. Her silver hair gleamed in the morning light, and her eyes burned with a defiance that made even the most hardened soldier hesitate. 

Odin's gaze landed on her, and for a brief moment, there was recognition. His lips curled into a smirk as he took a step forward, the troops moving aside in perfect unison. 

"Well, well," Odin said, his voice carrying a chilling mix of mockery and amusement. "Homura. It seems there were other survivors after all. I should have known Frode's wife would be stubborn enough to linger." 

Homura's grip tightened on her staff, but she stood tall, unyielding. "And I should have known the Allfather would stoop so low as to hunt down the defenseless. You haven't changed even after all these centuries, Odin." 

His smirk faltered, replaced by a cold, calculating expression. "You dare challenge me? I gave you mercy once by sparing this village. Do not mistake that for weakness." 

Homura scoffed, eyes narrowing. 

"Oh yes, how merciful of you. Just like how you forced Y/n to marry your son despite fully knowing what you did to the Yggdrasil Healers." Her voice dripped with sarcasm, her contempt unmistakable. 

Odin chuckled, shaking his head. 

"Forced?" He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his single eye. "I never forced her to do anything. She accepted the deal I proposed. Just like you accepted yours all those years ago."

Homura's jaw clenched, but she refused to rise to his bait. 

Instead, she turned her head slightly, shouting over her shoulder to the villagers. "Run! Get to safety!" 

Without hesitation, the townspeople bolted into action, their panicked footsteps thundering through the village as they fled.

Odin narrowed his eye. "You've overstepped, Homura. Let's see if your defiance is as strong as your resolve." 

With a flick of his wrist, Odin summoned Gungnir, his legendary spear, and the battle began.

Homura moved with a grace that belied her age, her staff glowing with ancestral power as she parried Odin's strikes. The clash of weapons reverberated through the village, sparks flying as their powers collided. 

I watched from my hiding spot, my heart lodged in my throat. I had never seen her like this—so fierce, so unrelenting. But the sight filled me with dread. 

Odin was relentless, his strikes calculated and merciless. 

The troops stood back, their faces blank, offering no reaction as they awaited orders. Among them, I recognized far too many—soldiers I had once healed from the brink of death, men whose lives I had saved, now watching in silence as their god waged war against an old woman. 

As the battle raged on, it became clear that Homura was slowing. Her breaths came heavier, and her movements less fluid. My stomach twisted as Odin's spear glowed with deadly intent.