Thor: The God of Thunder

Chapter 3: The Dark Gods Saga III

Before we begin, I would like to say sorry but I am putting this story as well as Breaking Point and A King in the Making on a temporary hiatus. This is because I have caught up to the chapter notes I have written down for those fics and so, I'm currently getting more written down.

It's taking longer than I would like considering marvel is a very big world so it could take some time, but don't worry, I will be updating these stories again for sure. However, Breaking Point will come out of the hiatus sooner than the others.

On the other hand, my Naruto + Young Justice FanFiction, Injustice: The Path to Hell which will expand to encompass the entirety of the DC universe has plenty of chapters still to go. I think I have at least another thirty chapters planned out and I've only just got to the start of Young Justice Season 2 and that's not even halfway through the entire timeline I've planned out. So yea, while these three stories will go on a temporary hiatus, Injustice will be updated every fortnight on Friday so please go give that a read if you haven't already.

And please be patient with me, marvel is a very big world and I want to make sure I get as much information as I can correct as to not piss off those serious marvel fans out there.

"Normal Speech."

'Normal Thought.'

"Demon Speech."

'Demon Thought.'

"Incantations."

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Asgard was a beautiful city, Perrikos would admit that much. A towering city of gold that shined with the suns light that made the very city itself seem divine and alive. Yet, underneath that beauty was a tale of blood and war.

The city had been built upon the blood of hundreds of Storm Giants and Aesir back before the time of Odin.

And now, it was a city of beauty and culture. It was almost amusing in a way, how Odin attempted to distance himself from his true nature as a conqueror by making his city seem so peaceful and beautiful. But everyone in the galaxy knew of Odin and what he really was, what the Asgardians really were.

They were a warrior culture who hid under the disguise of scholars and diplomats. Warmongers pretending to be peace loving fools.

It was sickening.

Especially when one truly looked at the city of Asgard. It was a impenetrable fortress. There were only two ways to feasibly invade Asgard from. The first was the port to the south, it was open allowing an entire fleet of space bearing ships to come down. And then there was where the Dark Gods were stationed, the Eastern Gate. A wide open plain that stretched for miles.

It was all but impossible to come from the north due to the mountain pass that allowed at most a small platoon of soldiers to pass through safely. But they would be completely exposed to the elements and the path was narrow and unstable. Invading would be paramount to suicide and would serve as nothing more than a minor distraction that would accomplish nothing.

The Western Gate was nearly entirely swamp land. And anyone with a single strategic thought in their head would know not to deploy soldiers into a swamp. Lure enemy soldiers in, yes, but your own soldiers? Absolutely not.

He held no love of any kind for his worshippers, but he knew that conserving the lives of them meant the greater success they had in their conquest of Asgard.

One could even talk about coming from the sky, but they would quickly be destroyed by Asgards own fleet of ships that while small and few, were agile and crafted from Uru. Therefore, extremely durable and capable withstanding far more damage than most ships would be capable of. Then there was the various turret emplacements to take into account as well.

No, the only way to successful invade Asgard would be from the Eastern Gate and the port, each of them patrolled and guarded heavily.

And the worst thing was, Odin was very aware of these two 'weak points.' He had created them himself, that Perrikos had no doubt. The Dark God had studied the many maps of Asgard collected by his mother, some dating back to the first construction of the city to when Odin had taken over as King.

The one thing that stood out to him the most was the direction in which the city had been expanded.

North and West.

Odin knew of the swamp and mountain pass and had expanded his city to ensure that no one could invade from those points without making it a suicide mission. Therefore, the number of guards on that area while large, was small in comparison to the East and South.

And as he watched the golden barrier rise up and surround the city, Perrikos knew this would not be as simple as simply arriving on Asgard and keeping the main force on Jotunheim.

Stomping forwards, Perrikos came to a stop beside his mother, the rest of the Dark Gods also gathered. Like always, his mother was sat on an open palanquin, looking on in amusement, completely unbothered by the appearance of the shield.

Beside her was Adva like the loyal bodyguard she was.

"The shield was not in our plans." Perrikos spoke and Majeston Zelia nodded her head.

"True, but we had known that Odin would have some tricks up his sleeve." She replied, she then turned to her closest advisor, D'chel. A Dark God made entirely of shadows as his glowing white eyes turned to Majeston Zelia as if feeling his eyes upon him. "Send in the slaves, let them test out the strength of the barrier."

D'chel bowed." Of course, my queen." He replied and turned, leaving the rest of the gathered Dark Gods to carry out his orders. Perrikos on the other hand looked at D'chel with barely contained disgust, he did not like nor trust D'chel, after all he wasn't known as D'chel the Deceptor for nothing.

"Oh, do calm down, Perrikos." Majeston Zelia said in annoyance. "D'chel has been my loyal advisor for centuries, if he wanted to betray me he would have done so a long time ago. Besides, he is smart and knows that the Union is the greatest weapon that we possess. Killing me loses us that weapon."

Perrikos nodded his head, but his distrust did not and will not ever disappear. He knew how D'chel had earned the title of Deceptor before his mother, there had been another Majeston, the first Dark God. When his mother had come of age and showed her unique ability of the Union. D'chel who had been Majestons loyal advisor, killed him and named Zelia as the knew Majeston. Earning him the title as D'chel the Deceptor.

If he could betray Majeston, what was to stop him from doing the same should someone else appear to be more worthy?

He was broken from his thoughts when he watched as the slaves unwillingly charged towards the barrier. It took them a pathetically long time to reach the barrier and as he watched them hack away at the barrier, he was irritated at how little affect they had.

And by little he meant nothing.

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Heimdall had known something was wrong the moment King Rugga had declared war. It was not the fact that he had, King Rugga's ambition to reclaim Asgard was well-known. It was the manner in which he had done so.

King Rugga had marched up to the tallest mountain in all of Jotuenheim, which so happened to be the tallest mountain in all the realms. And had shouted his declaration of war for all to hear.

Heimdall due to his sight had instantly seen King Rugga's movement and had watched him climb the mountain with great interest and upon seeing his declaration had informed his King of the development. Both had agreed that King Rugga was up to something, more so than just declaring war on Asgard.

It was certainly like King Rugga, but he gave up his greatest advantage, the advantage of surprise.

And all his worries had been proven true when he had seen a large invasion force appear on Asgard. Only for his sight to be blocked by a brilliant white barrier.

He had looked closer, studying the barrier and knew that blocking his sight was not the aim of the barrier, only a byproduct. Instead, it's aim was to keep people from entering and leaving Asgard.

And all of the pieces fell into place.

Whoever was invading Asgard had needed Asgard's military to be divided and so, King Rugga had presented the perfect tool for them to use. No one was as respected and feared by both the Frost Giants and the Storm Giants. Laufey was the only a Frost Giant to ever have the respect of all of the Frost Giants, having united all of Jotunheim against Asgard.

And while King Rugga was not as powerful as the Frost Giant King, he was certainly more influential. Having the respect of both races of Giants.

Whereas the bigger clans of Frost Giants would have been worrying, they would not have required such a large force to defeat. King Rugga was the only one who could unite a force of both races that would require nearly emptying Asgard of its military.

Something the invaders knew and had used to give themselves the advantage.

Still, as he stared up at the barrier studying it, he had already found numerous weak points. It would be a simple matter of taking down the barrier, but Heimdall knew that was only part of the problem. He would need to find a way to get him and his forces stationed here back to Asgard in time to be of use in the cities defence.

He would need to find a way to reverse the barriers effects from keeping people out, to allow people in. He would need to find a way in which to take control of the barriers power and use it to teleport him and his forces to Asgard.

A task that while not difficult, was proving time consuming.

Still, he knew that his King, would be more than capable of keeping the invaders at bay long enough for him to bring back reinforcements. Besides, if the situation became dire enough, Sigrún and the Valkyries would be there to reinforce the King.

Worrying and thinking of such simple matters would do him no good. Heimdall needed to focus only at the task at hand and only the task at hand. Already his commanders were preparing the troops to return to Asgard and beat back the invaders. There anger at the thought of their home being destroyed, tempered and contained, just waiting to be unleashed upon the enemy.

Now it was just a matter of finding that perfect weak point that would allow him to carry out his plan.

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Majeston Zelia hissed in irritation, her tail whipping around and accidentally killing one of the slaves holding her open palanquin. This resulted in the other slaves buckling under the added force, but due to fear of losing their lives, managed to keep it upright.

"The slaves are useless." She hissed, Perrikos and Adva say nothing as they stand beside her. For around half an hour they had watched the slaves uselessly hack away at the barrier, their fear of death at the hands of their masters causing them to use as much power as they could. Yet, no matter how hard and how long they swung at the barrier, they didn't even put a dent in it.

D'chel stepped forwards, having returned to the rest of the pantheon upon issuing out orders for the slaves to go forth. "Perhaps it would be wise to use the Union." He suggested calmly, his shadowy head bowed in a sign of subservience. "The slaves have failed in their task and the barrier does not seem weak to physical attacks."

Majeston sat down further into her chair, taking amusement and joy in the groans that came from the slaves as they struggled under her weight. "Perhaps you are right, D'chel. I am growing bored of their lack of progress." She looked at the Dark Gods gathered and hummed in thought. "D'chel, you will be part of the fusion."

"It will be my honour, my queen." D'chel bowed while Majeston continued to point at a number of other Dark Gods, each of them bowing as they accepted the honour of being selected for the Union.

As the Dark Gods slowly started to fuse, forming a grotesque shadowy figure with plates of armour and clawed hands, Majeston looked back at the barrier in anger. It was the only thing that stood in the way of her army and her conquest of Asgard. Odin, the Asgardians, they were nothing more than minor annoyances that would be quickly dealt with by her worshippers and the Union.

Nothing would stop her now, not when she was so close.

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While the Dark Gods watched on with annoyance at their lack of progress, their army disorganised and lightly armoured with crudely forged weapons. The Asgardians on the other hand were their exact opposites. The ramparts lined with droves of well-armoured soldiers, each stood to attention as they watched on dispassionately as the slaves desperately tried to pierce the barrier.

They were innocent, but they were with the enemy. In a war, innocents got caught in the crossfire all the time. For Asgardians, war was nothing knew and they knew the suffering of innocents greatly, had seen the aftermath of sieges to see the bodies of innocents strewn across the streets.

There was no hatred and no intent to kill, they were just unfortunate bystanders caught in the crossfire.

But at the end of the day, the Asgardians would prefer that it would be the innocents of other societies that died, rather than their own. And so, as the slaves tried desperately to pierce the barrier, they did nothing.

Pity would not help the slaves and from what they had been told of the Dark Gods by their commanding officers, who in turn had been informed by the King himself, a merciful death would be lesser of two evils.

Odin himself, stood in his golden armour, the butt of Gungnir resting on the ground as his lone eye looked upon the Dark Gods with a complete lack of concern. Even when twenty became one, their power combining into one being, Odin felt nothing. No fear, no worry, no caution.

His mind hardened by battle only looked on with his mind calculating and studying the creature as it lumbered forwards.

It was powerful, the Dark Gods were numerous, much like the Asgardians. But weak, though a few had unique abilities that made them dangerous. But it was not the numbers or the powers that made the Dark Gods dangerous. No, it was their ability to fuse together, combining their powers into one being that had the power necessary to match even him in his prime.

It did have its weaknesses despite its great power.

The first, was that the power of the Union relied solely upon the number of Dark Gods that fused with it. The more that were fused together, the stronger it was and vice versa. The second ability, was that it relied on Zelia, or Majeston Zelia as she was now called.

He would laugh, if he wasn't so disgusted.

Zelia had been but a young woman, no older than himself when they first met. At the time, the Dark Gods were being ruled by Majeston, the first Dark God and by the far the most powerful. Zelia had been strong, there was no doubt about that, but she was nowhere near the power of Majeston who had been able to match him blow for blow at the height of his powers.

However, while Majeston was powerful, he was also agreeable. When the Asgardians and Dark Gods first went to war, the latter having allied with the remnants of the Dark Elves, it had been Majeston that had sued for peace once he realised he was losing. Zelia had been a fool, driven nothing more than her bloodlust and desire for power.

The fact that she had ascended to the throne of the Dark Gods and taking Majestons name as a lofty title was a mockery and an insult to the first Dark God.

Zelia was nothing more than a mad beast with a large amount of anger and no control over it, the fact that she believed Asgard would be defeated so easily was a sign of her arrogance.

There was a bright flash as beam of energy struck the shield, temporarily blinding the Asgardians. Yet once the light subsided it showed a large, spiderweb crack had appeared from the epicentre of the blast. The nearby slaves were nothing more than a bloody stain, while overs clutched their missing limbs as they screamed. Those lucky few that had been far enough away, stumbled, some dropping to the floor before rising to their feet. Each looking upon their compatriots in shock, turning to look at their masters only to see the Union charging another blast.

They ran.

It was basic survival instincts engrained in all beings, to run from something that would kill you.

And as they ran, Odin continued to watch the Union.

The blast had left the forces of Asgard unharmed and unshaken, the barrier acting as it should to keep anything from getting through. Though he would admit he was surprised at how powerful this Union was.

The barrier he had created was powerful, it could withstand blasts from him at full power. And could even weather the storm of his Odinforce for a brief time. The fact that this Union had damaged it with the first strike while not unexpected, was still surprising.

Tapping the butt of Gungnir on the ground, his magic seeped out through the ground connecting to the barrier and slowly healed the cracks that had formed. Yet before even half had healed, another blast had struck the barrier causing the damage to spread.

'That is fine.' Odin thought, his intention never being to actually heal the damage in the barrier completely. Only to extend the barrier existence long enough to stall the Dark Gods even longer, as well as provide Heimdall longer to return to Asgard.

The Dark Gods were not magically powerful or skilled, so it was no wonder they were not connected to their barrier magically. They used magic through rituals, that while powerful left them unconnected to the very magics they had cast. To them, the barrier would be doing its duty to keep the rest of Asgards force out, perfectly.

To Odin however, he could sense Heimdall and those few Asgardians gifted in magic working to take control of the barrier and use it for their own means.

As his gaze looked across towards the pantheon of Dark Gods and the Union, Odin stood firm.

Asgard would not fall, not while he lived.

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Thor was many feeling many things.

The main one being anger. Anger at being denied his right to fight and defend Asgard as is his duty as the Prince of Asgard. Anger at the very thought that anyone would attack Asgard and threaten his people. And above all else, anger at himself for being helpless.

He was strong, Thor knew that much. His instructors praised him for his strengths and skill, proclaiming that he had a natural skill and talent for the art of fighting. But at the end of the day, he was still a child. A child possessing great power and potential, but with none of the experience to use it. In a battle such as this, he would only get in the way.

As he sat with his mother, he watched through her scrying magic – at his behest – as the siege commenced. Sif, Baldur and Loki were also there, each watching with varying degrees of interest.

Due to the way the siege had progressed, things were tense. Nothing of real interest had happened in the last hour since the vast majority of Dark Gods had fused into one being. It had been a disgusting transformation and the end result was equally disgusting, but also powerful.

A single blast had cracked the barrier surrounding Asgard, a feat that had even surprised the Queen. Thor had seen it, the widening of her eyes at the sight and despite watching the cracks heal slowly, the beast continued to fire powerful beams of energy that caused the cracks to grow wider and wider.

It didn't take a genius like his brother to know that the barrier would fall eventually.

"Why doesn't King Odin march out and meet them?" Sif had asked, breaking the silence that had befallen the royal family. The only sound that had prevailed throughout the a Throne Room being the idle chatter of those taking refuge.

There was silence, Baldur, Loki and even Thor looking to Freya for the answer, but the Queen simply smiled. "Well, aren't one of you going to answer." Again there was silence as the four of them tried to think what the answer could possibly be.

Despite trying as hard as he could, Thor struggled to come up with an answer. His father was powerful and while the Asgardian military defending the city wasn't as large as the invading force, they should definitely be better trained. They were a warrior culture, battle was the core of an Asgardian, even if some pursued the lifestyle of a scholar.

So marching out would certainly be the smart thing to do.

The enemy would be confident in their greater numbers and wouldn't expect his father to charge out and surrender the advantage of meeting them on an open field. It would not be the first time the Asgardian's had defeated a larger force with their smaller one, in fact there were a handful of reports on such battles.

So why didn't his father march out and meet them? Unless, his father was planning something else. It would not be out of the realm of possibility. His father was the God of Wisdom and being one step ahead of his enemies was what his father prided himself on being. It was one of the few lessons his father had taught him personally.

"He's biding his time." Loki answered gaining a smile from Freya as both Sif and Baldur looked at Loki in confusion, but to Thor it made perfect sense.

"Buy time for Heimdall and the rest of the army to return to Asgard and help beat the…Dark Gods?" Thor questioned, recalling the name his mother had told them when they first saw the enemy with her magics.

"Well done." Freya congratulated both Thor and Loki, with the latter sparing a glare at the former. "Yes, your father will be buying time so that your brother can aid us." The last part was aimed at Sif who nodded her head, her chest puffing with pride at the mention of her brother.

"Who are the Dark Gods?" Baldur asked innocently and Freya hesitated slightly before relenting with a sigh upon seeing the curious gazes of all the children directed at her.

"The Dark Gods are many things." She started. "Cruel, ruthless, merciless and very ambitious. The first of their kind was Majeston, he was a powerful God who also had ambitions of conquering the Nine Realms, it was your father who beat them back into their own corner of the Galaxy, known as the Dark Space."

Thor remained enraptured, as did the others, each listening intently at the revelation of a new pantheon of Gods and their rich history. They knew about other pantheons of Gods, like the Olympian Gods. But it was the first time they were being told about a Godly pantheon not connected to the Yggdrasil.

"They remained there for centuries, no one had heard anything about them until we heard about the death of their ruler, Majeston. Despite his cruel ways, Majeston was a diplomatic leader and knew when to cut his loses, it was he that first reached out to your father in order to sue for peace. In his place, came Zelia, she taking the name of the first Dark God as a title. Whether out of respect or as a mockery I do not know."

"Zelia is nothing like Majeston." Was all the warning the Queen gave upon the current leader of the Dark Gods. "The Dark Gods had become reclusive, sticking to the Dark Space and not being seen or heard for, only whispers and rumours about rebellions. That was until a few months ago, a Dark God known as Slototh had arrived in the Nine Realms and took many residents with him back to their home world Narcisson."

Thor's hand clenched tightly in anger at those words, his gaze turning to glare at the Dark Gods through his mothers scrying magic.

"Will father beat them?" Baldur asked innocently and Freya smiled comfortingly.

"Of course he will." Freya answered, moving to take the young Baldor into her lap and as she comforted him, Thor moved towards the balcony. The Valkyries stationed there watched him for a warily to see what he would do, only to turn their attention away once they realised he was not planning anything.

Coming to a stop at the balcony, Thor leaned against it and stared out towards the Eastern Gate. He couldn't make out much besides the golden barrier surrounding all of Asgard covered in cracks.

Though he did note that the Eastern Gate was open and a tide of gold was flowing out onto the grassy plains.

Narrowing his eyes, Thor clenched his fingers wanting nothing more than to be there, fighting to protect Asgard. Fighting to prove to his father that he was a worthy prince and not a disappointment.

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In a ideal world, Odin would spend his days ruling as King over a peaceful nation, not having to worry about war and looming threats to his empire. His people would not have to die in battle, mothers no longer having to bury their children and husbands. But as an Asgardian, Odin knew that such a thing was impossible, especially in war time.

It was why Odin had trained himself to be a master of the art of war.

To understand all its facets so that when war finally came to Asgard, he and his people would be prepared. After all, it was only a matter of time until one of their enemies grew a little too bold.

The Dark Gods were the enemy this time and in the future, Odin knew there would be someone else. But he couldn't worry about that now and could only focus on the enemy before him.

And so, he marched his infantry out of the gates and positioned them outside the walls. Eight thousand men clad in gold-plated armour and standing firm and determined in their formations like the very walls behind them. Upon them one thousand five hundred archers stood with an additional five hundred Sorcerer's waiting.

Much like in an ideal world, Odin would have preferred to keep his Sorcerer's back and not see battle. They were skilled in the Mystic Arts and were constantly searching deeper and deeper in order to unlock new secrets, but they were not fighters.

Unlike the rest of Asgard, the Sorcerer's had not received any form of military training like the rest of their people, instead had been admitted into an academy that nurtured their ability for magic. But like all the people of Asgard, they felt a deep desire to protect and defend their fellow Asgardians and the city.

Stood calmly at the very front of his army, Odin waited just a bit longer. He had hoped that Heimdall would have managed to take control of the barrier by now, but it seems they had underestimated the complexity of the barrier. No matter, he could sense that Heimdall was almost finished, it was just a shame that the barrier would not hold out much longer.

Another two blasts from the Union and the barrier would shatter.

Tapping Gungnir on the ground, the sound reverberated across the battlefield, even stalling the Union as it prepared to fire another shot.

Then the barrier dropped.

It was obvious the Dark Gods had not been prepared for this change in tactics as they remained standing for a few minutes doing nothing. Then the Union fired once more, there was a great deal of power in it, but as it was released it branched into numerous smaller beams that arched through the air.

Each one was weaker than the combined might of them all and would not do much in the way of damage to any of the buildings. But that wasn't the aim, Odin could see the trajectory of the beams and knew that the Union planned to cause disruption amongst the Asgardian ranks with this blast.

'Like we would be fooled so easily.' Odin thought, almost insulted by such a simple tactic and stood unmoving like a mountain as the beams grew closer. The Asgardian soldiers behind following in his steps, never once looking up and continued to stare at the enemy army as it stood and watched.

Just as the beams came within twenty feet of the Asgardian army, numerous shields appeared in the path of each beam and they detonated. Yet, even as the winds produced from the explosion washed over the Asgardians, they remained rooted still.

Again the Union attempted this again only for the Asgardian Sorcerer's to thwart it once more.

Still, neither side moved forward.

'It seems there is one amongst them capable of strategic thought.' Odin knew that if he marched his army forwards to attack first, he would lose the advantage provided to him by the walls and Odin would not allow that. With his archers positioned there, he would need to get the Dark Gods within range. At the same time, the Dark Gods wanted the Asgardians to march out and meet them losing the advantage of their archers.

Knowing that the Dark Gods would not make the first move, Thor would instead use this opportunity to take advantage of their positioning.

'You should never have come here, Zelia.' Odin thought as he clutched Gungnir in both hands and allowed his magic to build up, the tip of the spear glowing a bright white. 'I have being preparing for invasions long before you even became the Masjeston of the Dark Gods. You were a fool'

With that thought, Odin released a powerful beam of energy. So powerful that when the Union – who had been preparing to fire another wave of energy attacks at the Asgardian army only to quickly change his target upon seeing the beam – fired his own beam of energy, it was swallowed up in Odin's attack.

Slowly, the attack subsided revealing a large trench had formed and the Asgardians cheered.

But while that one attack had taken out a good couple hundred men, it had not been the aim. No, it was a signal and from the skyline numerous flying boats appeared rushing straight towards the the Dark God army.

They rained down hell, blasts of pure white energy slammed into the army, exploding and causing the worshippers to go flying in the air in a shower of blood and body parts. At the same time, archers that were within the boats fired three or four arrows at a time from the bows.

It was a slaughter, in the space of a few minutes that Dark God army had been thrown into disarray as they moved to avoid the death that rained down from above.

And all the while, Odin watched on as the Asgardian army cheered.

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Perrikos should have expected this from Odin. He should have seen that the old King would never surrender the advantage of the walls and yet, he didn't. As the Asgardian ships flew through the air, firing blasts of energy and arrows that slaughtered their forces, Perrikos realised that they were far too exposed.

The forested area hid most of their forces away and out of sight, but the ten thousand soldiers positioned outside were being massacred.

The Union did what it could, firing energy blasts at the ship and while he had brought down a few ships, the vast majority of the Asgardian ships were still flying. They were just too quick and manoeuvrable. Not to mention their small size made them extremely difficult to hit and when they did, they brushed off most of the blasts due to the Uru they were crafted out of.

Gritting his teeth, Perrikos knew that the ten thousand forces they had outside the forest would not last much longer. They had already lost three quarters and more were dropping with every minute.

Hearing the sound of something popping followed by something dropping to the ground with a thud, Perrikos looked to see that his mother was floating in the air, the palanquin and the slaves carrying it decapitated by her tail.

"Kill them!" She snarled angrily glaring murderously at Odin and the Asgardian as her power rose up in response to her emotions. "I want them dead, I want them all dead! Every last one of them, I'll make Odin pay for this mockery! This insult!"

Adva bowed and quickly rushed forwards to carry out her Majeston's wishes, meanwhile Perrikos remained back with Tokkots as Majseton Zelia ordered the rest of the Dark Gods to fuse with Union.

All around him, he could hear the sound of thundering footsteps as the ground shook under the force of a tens of thousands of charging soldiers.

He watched on as their worshippers charged forward with howls and inhumane roars as they charged towards the Asgardian army. The Dark Gods themselves rushing to fuse with Union, the already grotesque beast deforming and growing in size as more parts fed its growing power.

Yet Perrikos remained back.

His mother was already rushing forward, driven mad by rage at the perceived insult dealt to her by Odin, what insult he had given even Perrikos did not know.

Yet even as nearly a hundred thousand worshippers closed in on the Asgardian forces, they never moved. And Perrikos knew why, the archers.

Unlike most space faring races, the Asgardian's had never changed their ways from the basic weaponry such as swords and bows and arrows. While most races had guns that fired smaller and weaker versions of the energy blasts that the Asgardian ships were firing, the Asgardians themselves had not.

Why would they, due to their great physical durability, they could shrug off those attacks like they were nothing, the newly established Kree Empire had discovered that the hard way when trying to conquer Nidavellir. And with their great physical strength, Asgardians could fire arrows that flew further and packed far more power behind them.

That is why Perrikos had been wary of getting too close to the walls. He knew they would have to get close in order to conquer the city, but he had hoped to draw Odin's forces away and engage them at a distance either where the archers could not reach them or could not fire without also hitting the Asgardians as well.

However, his mother was never the most patient of individuals. She was always so eager for revenge against Odin for humiliating her centuries ago and at the end of the day, she was in command of the Dark a God forces.

They would follow her, even though he knew how to actually lead.

And as the Dark Gods rushed forwards, the Union, a huge, hulking beasts easily fifty feet in height thundering across the battlefield, it's large feet crushing some worshippers underneath them. Perrikos knew that the loses they would incur would be high, especially when a wave of arrows were fired from the walls.

They flew high into the air to the point they disappeared from view, the sun blinding anyone that looked up.

It was the whistling they heard first before the arrows landed. The very front of the worshippers dropped like flies as more and more arrows were let loose from the wall and slaughtered their worshippers.

Even from this distance he could see that the arrows were aimed perfectly at the very front of the charging army. With one wave of hundreds of arrows being released followed closely by a second and then a third. Then there would be a lull of less than a second before it repeated the process all over again.

It was methodical and timed perfectly, a testament to the skill, dedication and discipline of the Asgardian army that left thousands Dark God worshippers dead upon the ground. The ships flying overhead and firing, some concentrating fire upon the Union, but most focusing on further causing disruption amongst their ranks.

However, Perrikos could see his mother flying up in the air, her great power and physical strength destroying a single Asgardian ship with a few blows then moving onto the next. Flying forwards at great speeds and heading straight towards Odin, he was sure of that.

"You remember the plan?" Perrikos demanded and Tokkots nodded his head, his eyes closed in concentration as he focused entirely on stretching his power to its limits. With a nod that Tokkots could not see, Perrikos spared one glance back into the forest before following after the charging army.

As Tokkots remained there on the mountain, hundreds of eyes peered out from the shadowed forests.

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As Odin stood, watching as his archers systematically released wave after wave of arrows into the enemy. He remained indifferent, the Asgardian army had stopped cheering very soon. Even as their faces were hardened in preparation, there was muted sense of horror at watching the worshippers being slaughtered by the arrows.

They had seen men, women and children die, seen thousands of bodies scattered over a bloodied plain and buried members of their family. Yet, they had never seen such undying loyalty in anyone to such a degree that even as they watched their fellow comrades die and could heard the whirling of hundreds of arrows raining down upon them, they kept pushing forward.

Even Asgardian's would halt, tactically retreating to regroup and plan a way around this obstacle. It was what made them so effective as a military despite their small size in comparison to some spacefaring empires.

But the worshippers, they just kept on charging. They climbed over the ever rising mountain of dead bodies as they rushed forwards.

And as horrific as it was to watch, it was working.

The Dark Gods had the numbers, more soldiers than the Asgardians had arrows, so it was only a matter of time. Even then, that brief second between the third wave and the first was all the Dark Gods needed to have hundreds of worshippers to break through and continue to charge unimpeded by arrows raining upon them.

But that was fine, Odin closed his eye and allowed himself to stop holding his power within side of him.

His power rushed through him, opening his eye it glowed white with pure power and Odin slammed the butt of Gungnir into the ground. The ground rippled and hundreds of spikes protruded from the ground that the worshippers could not avoid. Unable to stop or move around in time, the worshippers could do nothing to avoid their fate as spikes made entirely of earth ripped through their bodies killing them.

Even then, while it slowed down the charging army briefly, it was not a complete fix.

And so, Odin walked forwards.

Raising his spear into the air, he let his power exploded out of him and the Asgardian army clutched their weapons tightly in one hand.

Swiping his spear down, Odin began walking forwards once more, this time the Asgardian army followed behind him. Slowly their speed gradually began to increase from a slow march to slow jug.

The Dark Gods could see them, but they were too busy trying to climb over the body of thousands of their fellow worshippers and the earthen spikes Odin had formed as well.

And as the Asgardian army closed in on them, Odin banished the earthen spikes. But it was too late for the worshippers to regroup and meet the charging Asgardian army, only able to raise their crudely forged weapons in defence and scramble to their feet before Odin and his army were upon them.

With a battle cry, the Asgardians cut through the worshippers with ease, bashing them to the ground with their shields and following up with a stab. They kept going forwards, the archers having ceased fire, instead focusing on drawing back their arrows to its full length and releasing them with as much power behind it, the Sorcerer's using basic wind magic to give them an extra push that sent them further.

Odin fired a blast from Gungnir wiping out hundreds of worshippers in an instant, but they were not his target. Even as the battle went into full swing, his army meeting the bulk of the Dark Gods army they held the line as best as they could. But no matter how skilled, they were being pushed back, he could feel as the presence of his soldiers disappeared as they were killed.

However, Odin kept pushing forward, aiming directly for the Union and Majeston Zelia who had smashed a hole directly through his forces on the northern flank. The beam he fired was aimed for them and they sensed it.

Both turned around and while Majeston Zelia used her ability of flight and the great speed she possessed to move around it, the Union was not fast. Even then, as the beam struck him and left a large circular hole directly through its body the Union reformed.

Still, Odin did not think on this long, instead spinning Gungnir round and blocking a clawed hand from Majeston Zelia and stared at her with his lone glowing eye.

"I'll have your head, Odin!" She snarled angrily trying to put as much power as she could to force Odin back, it worked for a few seconds before Odin used masterful footwork and mastery of his spear to use her own momentum against her.

Majeston Zelia flew forwards off-balance, caught surprised by the lack of resistance she suddenly met only to cry out in pain as deep cut formed on her back followed by a blow to the back of her head that sent her face first into the ground.

Odin would have liked to follow up even further, but he not only sensed the presence of the Union, but also saw the shadow upon the ground.

Spinning round, Odin fired another blast of energy at the swarm of black, oily shadows that rushed towards him, only for the substance to curve around the blast and continue heading straight for him. Seeing this, the old King slammed his spear into the ground just as the Union came within a foot of reaching him and a shining, golden spear rose up.

There was a splat as the Union slammed against the shield and exploded outwards around the area and as Odin stood in the shield, he noticed the screams. Looking around he saw that both the Dark God worshippers and his own Asgardians screaming out in pain as they slowly rotted away, each of them having the black substance of the Union coating their bodies.

Releasing a breath, Odin watched as Majeston Zelia floated menacingly in the air as the Union slowly reformed behind her.

Turning to face them fully, Odin pointed his spear at them and let his power rush into the ground and from it, pillars of earth rushed forwards towards the two. Majeston swiped angrily and let her own barrier appear as the pillars slowly exploded into debris as they ground against the shield.

Yet, that was fine, it was never his plan for that to work.

It was a distraction.

The ground underneath the Union rumbled and then opened up and the creature roared as it plummeted down leaving just Majeston Zelia who looked down at it in shock. Then her anger returned in full force.

"You think that will hold the Union?!" She roared and Odin said nothing, remained quiet as Majeston Zelia let her power rise to its fullest. It was impressive, compared to most individuals, but it was nothing compared to Majeston, Odin could tell that her arrogance had clouded her mind. She was only slightly stronger than she had been centuries ago.

Certainly, she was strong, there was no denying that. However, compared to what she had been, it was obvious she had barely trained herself, if she had she might have been a cause for worry.

As if stood now, Odin was not in the least concerned, not even when her son, Perrikos appeared behind him.

Sparing a glance at the Dark God out of the corner of his eye, Odin instead turned his attention to where a portal had opened from above him. Out from it dropped the Union that roared in anger as it fired a blast of energy at the King of Asgard.

Caught off guard, Odin quickly summoned a shield before him, but and while the beam exploded against the barrier, it also was destroyed in the explosion.

Still, even as smoke clouded his view, Odin was not helpless. Reaching out with his senses, the King waited and listened not only with his hearing, but also with the Odinforce. And so, when Perrikos rushed forwards with a fist drawn back, Odin masterfully parried the blow downwards causing the ground to crack under the power of the blow.

A slam of Gungnir to the temple sent the son of Majeston Zelia stumbled back while Odin caught Zelia's clawed hand in his own grasp. Sensing the Union coming towards him, Odin flung Zelia at Perrikos sending the two skidding across the ground while he used Gungnir to remove the hands off the Union.

Even then, Odin jumped backwards as some of the substance belonging to the Union landed upon his armour and it rotted away.

A quick burst of power and the substance was gone leaving Odin once again watching as the Union's hands reformed, while Zelia and Perrikos got to her feet. All around him he could sense the battle raging, even with the archers on the wall having drawn their swords and joined the battle, it was not enough.

More and more Asgardians were being killed and pushed back further and further to the wall.

Which just so happened, to be exposing their side, just like Odin had planned. 'Now Heimdall.' Odin ordered calmly and a beam of light slammed into the forest to the north. All fighting ceased as everyone looked, including the Dark Gods before him to turned to where the light was.

The ground shook and then they heard the battle cry and from the tree line burst the entire might of the Asgardian military. They slammed into the exposed side of the Dark Gods army and cut a line straight through.

The tide of the battle had turned and now the Asgardian's had the advantage.

A/N: So another chapter and with it the battle for Asgard begins. Now, I took some liberties with the Dark Gods forces and their histories seen as though not much is known about them. The common idea is that they are sort of like a darker and more evil version of the Asgardians as a result I decided to go with that.

I also tried to come up with a background for both Majeston Zelia and D'chel the Deceptor and how he earned that title. As a result, that led me to creating the character Majeston, the first Dark God who is entirely OC and my own creation. As a result, Majeston was made a title out of mockery or respect, depends on the Dark God and their opinion.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the beginning of the battle. I wanted to showcase just how powerful Odin is with some showcases while at the same time leaving you guessing. I also wanted to showcase how well-trained and disciplined the Asgardian military is, while also taking some liberties with Asgardian culture as a whole. Considering the Vikings are a warrior culture in a way, I decided that the Asgardians would be as well, while at the same time linking the MCU history of Asgard into it as well. So it's not exactly the same, but there are similarities.

Now onto the questions:

Fapinator The Great: Because I've looked through a good amount of comics and Thor has never shown any aptitude or inclination to learn magic at all outside of his own powers. R is and always has been in comics, a brawler. An upfront and personal fighter rather than a magician like Loki. Besides, Loki is one of the greatest magic users in all of Marvel comics or expect Thor to be able to contend with that despite having another soul in him is a bit ridiculous.

Loki spends his time training magic while Thor spends his time training both his body, fighting skills and his magic. To expect to be able to keep up with his brother is something that I won't do. It's not a matter of the human soul making Thors aptitude for magic weaker, it's just that Thor has never shown any skill for it from what I've seen of the Thor comics I've read and so I decided that the reason why he never did was because he wasn't as good compared to his brother and other magic users. He's also not super OP because he's not even ten.

Thor right now is on par with Asgardian soldiers, I mean what more do you want. I'm not going to make Thor on par with Odin to early on because it take the joy out of the story. Right now, Thor like I said can put up a fight against the likes Volstagg and force him to put some effort into fighting, and Volstagg is one of the greatest warriors in Asgard. He might not seem that strong in comparison to comic book Thor, but he is extremely powerful in his own right.

DylanTheDemon: Sorry, but no. Mjolnir is going to happen it's just right now, a war hammer isn't suitable for Thor. In fact I actually put a hint in the firs tchpster about his interest in warhammers. But right now, swords are the best thing for him to wield due to his height. However, Thor also had an axe, Jarnbjorn that he used while he was still unworthy to wield Mjolnir and it will be Thor's main weapon until such a time he is worthy like it was in cannon.

Though don't worry, Thor will have a number of magical weapons and will have mastered many forms of weaponry besides warhammers and axes. Swords will just be another one of the weapons he will be skilled in.

Narcita: I haven't no, I assume it's another website like FanFiction? If so I think I might check it out, but I will be sticking with FanFiction for now seen as though this is where I started writing.

AssCrackerII: Harem most likely. So far I have Sif, Amora (Enchantress), her sister, Lorelei and I'm considering Brunhilde, Ororo and Jean Grey. Though I'm not sure how big I want to make it. To be honest, this fic is meant to be serious up until World War 2 in which case it becomes more of an overpowered Thor messes with cannon so I could just make is obscenely big for a laugh.

Allhailthesith: Oh yes, absolutely. That's actually why I'm putting this story on a bit of a hiatus because I'm having to do a lot of research on building a power hierarchy for the many powerful beings out there, the various organisations that live, make a concrete timeline as well as doing more research on everything to do with the marvel universe. But yes, I will definitely be including more comic book levels of power.