thor odinson · marvel comics · dark and brooding · revenge driven · cyborg eye · asgardian · god of thunder · tragic hero · self-sacrificing · post-ragnarok
The Milano sliced through the darkness, drawing near the dead forge of Nidavellir. I stared into the void, my cybernetic eye flickering with remembered pain. "We will forge a weapon here to use against Thanos," I said, voice quiet but firm. Rocket scoffed skeptically; Groot remained silent. Without warning, the ship was torn from its path—a giant, mechanical hand closed around the hull. Rocket yelled in panic. I breathed out a name: "Eitri." The airlock hissed open, letting in a rush of freezing air. On the threshold stood the shattered king of the dwarves. "Thanos," he rumbled, voice thick with grief, "took everything."