Snow clung to my naked and bare body, my mind shattered by means beyond my comprehension, a clash of souls and memories.

The putrid laughter of four distinct beings echoing vaguely in the far reaches of my mind, drowned out by deafening thunder and the hymens of unknown women.

My stressed ears picked up the sound of a bone chilling howl that drenched my back with sweat, flashes of memories passing through my eyes of a wolf of enormous portions.

The beast of midnight fur and ferret-like red eyes, once chained but now unleashed and maddened by captivity. A beast capable of swallowing the sun. Fenrir

The clouds thundered above, darkening and turning the freezing snow into a maelstrom of activity. Heavy winds blowing apart the snowy fog in which he sank down to his calves. 

The snow melting upon contact with my bare skin though the amount alarming, washed away the sweat like that of a faucet. 

All of these being but afterthoughts, as I stare down the beast ahead nearly big enough to be dubbed a bolder had the lightning not flashed against the glinting fangs the size of cattle.

Grey matted fur that layered itself like tree-bark it was clear that this beast was here for only one thing.

My heart stirred pounding, thunder bellowing not only in my head but in the world itself, as the vast snow field suddenly came alive with energy. Raw voltage spreading across the snow and onto my own raw flesh, yet not burning nor numbing but warming and energizing.

Familiar, memories of centuries trying to fit and ram itself against the limited youth of it's cohabitant. To produce what could only be simplified into action.

Lightning.

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With a crash, lightning struck against the vessel filling it with an insurmountable amount of power. And then another, suddenly the sky became alive as countless beams of lightning thundered against my body.

I was no ordinary being, not human but not dissimilar. I was elevated, my body down to the cells beneath my fingernails were undeniably robust and capable of holding energy with no bottleneck in sight.

My eyes tracked the beast beneath it's charge, slow, but only by my standards as the snowflakes seemed to slow down to a noticeable crawl the more I empowered myself.

Tightening my fist, I remembered the decade of boxing practice first before centuries of punching beast, plant, and object alike attempted to cram itself into my next action.

Stepping forward with a single hop, gathering the energy from my hips and shoulders before applying an unholy amount of torque and twist that stretched my enhanced body to it's supernatural limits before releasing the blow with a snap.

The left hook, landed clean followed by a sound of thunder that shattered the once unmarred fangs and dislocated the beasts jaw. It's thickened skull turned into a prison for its squishy brain. The beast flying against the terrain, rag-dolled by a charged shockwave that blew apart the maelstrom at once. Even the clouds above were not spared the blow’s wrath.

I slowly raised my hand, as if to catch something, feeling a great pull and a mountain promising safety and protection if only I reach out and ask, and with the sound of tearing air my hand closed around hardened leather, and like finding the corner piece of a puzzle I understood whom I was.

Mjolnir. The name was recognized by both souls and minds at once for one fantasy, the other a faithful companion through eon old conquests. And there were few whom were worthy.

“I am Thor.”

The clouds darkened at the mere utterance of my name, though fused who would dare deny such an honor. Lightning consumed me, my domain, my power. At once, I shot up into the clouds mjolnir not needed thanks to my reliance upon my power but certainly more efficient.

Spreading my senses instinctually against the lightning in hopes of finding some way of enhancing my perception, my mind thinking of Enel from the world of one piece before ultimately allowing my experience and memories to take over forging a web of electromagnetic energy across the entirety of the sky. Everything touched by the ions being perceived by me and processed by a recovering mind.

I picked up numerous fortifications on this frozen tundra, the designs and presences being relayed causing my stomach to clench violently and goose bumps to appear. Symbols of an double-sided Aquila and large men in power armor riding off in the direction of my landfall.

Warhammer. I had been shoved into the grim dark universe of Warhammer where there was only war. Where gods and nightmares merged and walked alongside man.