After my visit to the Devil's office, I had spent most of my time out of the spotlight as much as I could. That actually felt quite unnatural considering I was the type to always be in it. I spent most of my days in the casino, never leaving the castle walls in fear I'd meet Loki again. Maybe eventually he would give it up and I'd never have to come across him ever again.

I was sitting at one empty poker table in the corner and was drinking whiskey from my glass. I had my head leaned onto my hand and was staring into the distance. Human alcohol was really good at going into the depths of your mind and wallowing in your despair. I was so lost in thought that I didn't even notice when someone sat at the chair near to me until they spoke, "You're really going to have to talk to me."

I got startled as I heard a sudden voice and then looked over to the source. It was Beelzebub. I sighed in relief as it wasn't someone with whom I had to pretend too much with. "What's up?" I almost slurred as it was almost the 15th shot of whiskey at this point.

"What do you mean what's up?" There was a bit of annoyance in his voice. Oh great, I was going to get a talking to. "You've been sinking more and more into depression! If that's even possible considering you're... well, you."

I slowly averted my gaze from nothing in particular to Beelzebub. "I can assure you, I'm not depressed." I could feel the temperature in the air rising which meant that he was getting more annoyed. If it weren't for all the other demons around, he would have grabbed me and smacked me across the face. And, honestly, maybe I deserved it.

"You've been drinking daily! Which isn't the problem, usually... But you reek of depression." He grabbed the glass from my hand and put it far away from me on the table. I remained silent as I didn't know what to tell him. There were many things happening yet it physically hurt me to open up. "Talk to me, please!" Beelzebub almost yelled out with a hint of an actual concern in his voice.

I exhaled sharply before I stood up, "Alright, come with me." Maybe sharing my troubles wouldn't be so bad. At least Beelzebub was the only demon who still had my back no matter what.

We both headed towards my office in the back rooms and I made sure to lock the door once we were both inside. The face that was usually quite stoic appeared to show some level of worry.

Beelzebub took a seat in one of the armchairs in the center of the room. I opened a liquor cabinet and offered him a drink and he readily agreed to it. I was guessing he expected this to be quite a serious talk - not that I wasn't showing hints of it.

I poured him a bourbon in the glass and gave it to him. There was another armchair across him with the table sitting between them. I took a seat and tried to find a way to begin. They said when you don't know where to begin from, it is always best to start from the beginning. But where was the beginning? So I started from the end.

I began explaining all about how Loki somehow barged through the veil in Hell and his surprise visit in my room. And then I mentioned our unexpected meetup in the fields in the human world and then I finally came to the part that had kicked me lower in the gutter.

During my ramblings, Beelzebub tried to keep a straight face but it seemed hard for him to contain the anger. And it was mostly because I didn't tell him sooner about it. Despite that, he didn't interrupt me at any point, he kept listening and pouring his glass with more brown liquid.This whole situation had me feeling the same so I understood him fully.

"..and I can't really grasp what these feelings are. I just feel utterly confused." I said as I finished the talk about the Devil situation. No one spoke for a bit after my last sentence and Beelzebub kept gulping down his drink.

"Wow... damn." The anger on his face faded and now it seemed like he actually understood my perspective. "That's... a lot. And you managed to keep this all to yourself the entire time?" He sounded almost fascinated by that notion.

"Who could I even talk to about this? I didn't even know how to begin to explain..."

"Well, I'm glad you told me in the end," he chuckled lightly but I still couldn't go back to my cheerful self. I was staring at the bottom of the glass in my hand, still thinking about everything that had happened to me in the past few weeks. "There must be a way to prevent this though. I mean, it's good you're staying away from Loki, but for how long will you be able to? It's not like you'll be able to stay in Hell forever. You'd get another unpleasant meeting with the big bad boss."

Only when Beelzebub said it out loud did it become more clear. I really wouldn't be able to stay here the entire time yet I really didn't want to face Loki again. I'd actually be forced to stomp him to the ground. I placed the glass on the table between us and leaned on my legs with my fingers pressed against my lips.

"I might have an idea..." I said and carefully looked up at Beelzebub.

"That never ends well but shoot."

"It would require sneaking into the Norse world... and finding Odin."

As soon as I said that, his eyes widened and he scoffed before letting out a laugh as he gazed at me in shock. "You're serious?"

I didn't change my expression and stared at him with the same dead expression as earlier.

"Why would you even want to find him?"

"He might have some insight... After all, I can't trust Loki fully. He is a trickster."

Beelzbeub laughed out loud in an almost mocking way and it felt like a stab to the heart. "You really don't know much about Norse mythology, do you? Odin is... extremely cryptic and literally decided to adopt Loki as his child. I don't think he'd be very cooperative. He never has been."

I leaned back into the chair and just huffed in annoyance. I felt like a hamster on a spinning wheel. I didn't see a way out of this at all. But, my gut feeling was saying there could be a way to probe this matter further. But it ultimately felt non-preventable.

"I mean you can go but you'd be wasting your time. At least Loki had enough decency to tell you about it."

"Fair." I nodded. "Or... I could use you as a bodyguard when I need to get out of Hell for a bit?"

"Didn't deem you as someone who'd need a bodyguard."

"It's mostly to prevent Loki from approaching me, I think if he does I won't hold back." The other demon started laughing at that but we both knew I wasn't joking.

"In that case, I'll try. If I don't have anything going on at that time, I'll go with you." He nodded lightly and finished his drink. "You may want to get back into the game soon though." He stood up and then proceeded, "also, good luck with stopping the apocalypse."

"Damn, you're not going to help?"

"I would want to if it were possible to stop it. But I'd rather go back to finishing my muffins because that's something I can control." Beelzebub was a demon of gluttony and he spent a lot of time in the kitchen, just popping out new food. Not that it was ever a problem because all his food always had an amplified taste and you could feel the taste in all the pores on your body. It was easily comparable to a mouth orgasm. Nonetheless, his decision pained me a little bit because that meant I'd have to pull out some tricks I didn't even know of yet. Although it was also slowly creeping up on me that I was only able to delay the event.

I stood up from my chair as well and unlocked the door to let him out. As soon as I did, all eyes were on us for a few moments before everyone just went back to their activities. Once outside the casino, Beelzebub and I parted ways and I started heading towards one place I hadn't visited in millennia - a library. Considering that Hell's library contained every bit of knowledge you were seeking, I decided it was a good place to start with researching Loki; and the apocalypse of course.

The library was probably one of the biggest places in Hell. The moment I stepped in, it felt like I was staring at a huge labyrinth made of bookshelves. I even almost started sweating at the sole thought of going through all of this and finding everything I needed.

There were a few big sofas and armchairs before the line of books. It looked like a small lounge room and the only person I saw there was Mammon. He looked up from his book and threw a glare at me.

Mammon, the demon of greed, was a formidable figure in Hell, known for his sharp features, medium-length black hair, and penchant for impeccably tailored suits. His thin lips often curled into a neutral or annoyed expression, reflecting his disdain for disruptions to his peace.

Mammon exuded an air of snobbery, his demeanor suggesting that he held himself above the petty concerns of others. Despite his aloofness, Mammon commanded respect as a warlord in Hell, second only to the Devil in times of conflict. His expertise in matters of law made him a valuable resource for navigating the intricate legalities of demon society. While not the most sociable demon, Mammon's influence and authority were undisputed, cementing his status as a formidable presence in the infernal hierarchy.

If he wasn't giving the sense that he absolutely did not want to be disturbed, I'd probably ask him about the apocalypse and what he knew about it. So, I just strolled right past him and went straight towards the many bookshelves. Taking a deep breath, I started looking around the library in case there were some pointers about locations of each section.

I noticed the panel on the east wall after a while, and I was struck by its size and the wealth of information each section contained. Each important demon was meticulously detailed, with descriptions of their abilities, appearance, and powers. It was a comprehensive archive of Hell's elite, offering insights into their strengths and weaknesses.

Beyond individual demons, the panel delved into the rich history of Hell itself, chronicling its origins and evolution over time. One could find sections dedicated to human history and the interactions between demons and mortals throughout the ages. It was a fascinating glimpse into the complex relationship between our worlds.

Despite my familiarity with this area, I couldn't help but be impressed by the sheer volume of information. It was a testament to the passage of time and the ever-changing nature of our realm. As I continued to explore, I realized just how long it had been since my last visit—a testament to the profound changes that had occurred in Hell during my absence.

I drew my attention back to what I was looking for - other mythology - Norse World section 1677B. Well, that was going to be a long walk.

"Do you need help?" I suddenly heard a voice behind me and turned to see Mammon, his gaze piercing and his tone surprisingly gentle. His deep voice cut through the air, contrasting with the disdainful expression on his face. We rarely interacted, so his offer of help caught me off guard.

"Saw you gaping at this panel like a fish which started to irritate me so I decided to offer you some help," he remarked, his snobbery evident in his words.

I bristled at his condescending tone. "You can shove it up your ass with that attitude," I shot back, my irritation bubbling to the surface.

Mammon rolled his eyes, his cockiness apparent in his response. "Well, I was just asking."

"And I was just leaving," I retorted, brushing past him and lightly shoving him aside in the process.

But before I could make my escape, Mammon's next words stopped me in my tracks. "I know about Loki," he stated matter-of-factly.

I froze, anxiety slowly rising within me. Had I just confirmed his suspicions? I turned back to face him, crossing my arms defensively and raising an eyebrow in feigned nonchalance. "Excuse me? Loki?"

"You can fool the big bad Devil but you can't fool me, Asmodeus." My heart dropped upon hearing his voice changing into a much more serious tone. I also changed my expression into a neutral one, still trying to get myself out of this situation by pretending I had no idea what he was talking about.

"I still don't know what you're going on about." There was an amusement on his face as I said that and then he smirked a little bit.

"You're quite interesting indeed. Going to such big lengths to defend your friend." I was getting more pissed which was when I stopped being anxious. As rage burned within me, threatening to consume my every thought, a strange calmness settled over me. It was as if a protective barrier formed around my mind, shielding me from the overwhelming fury that threatened to engulf me. With each breath, I focused on harnessing this newfound calmness, pushing back against the tide of anger that surged within.

"Listen, I have no idea what you're talking about. Obviously you have no better things to do than to make up stories. I mean, isn't it what you do all day? Read books? Must be really easy to make one up then!" He roared in laughter and that was the first time I saw him having any different emotion other than neutrality and irritability. I stared at him in pure confusion while he was trying to pull himself together.

"Oh, man, you're funny," Mammon chuckled before his expression shifted back to its usual seriousness as if the laughter had never occurred. "You must think I'm stupid," he continued, closing the distance between us until he was just a foot away. "I'm the one who gave instructions on how to build these walls, if you remember correctly." His tone grew increasingly stern as he spoke, and I had to make a conscious effort to remain composed and hide any signs of suspicion. "I was on monitoring duty that day, as I am most of the time anyway. I saw everything. The way he came in, thinking he was so slick that no one saw him, disguised as a raven. And then, when I took a good look at him, I could locate him in my mind instantly. And then, I saw him with you. I couldn't hear what you two talked about, but what was so amusing is how you never said anything about it afterwards."

Mammon's words hit me like a sudden wave, washing away any pretense of ignorance I might have clung to. His proximity, coupled with the intensity of his gaze, made it clear that he was dead serious. As he recounted the events with a meticulousness that left no room for doubt, I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

His accusation hung heavy in the air, suffocating any attempts at denial. My mind raced, searching for a way out of this predicament, but Mammon's unwavering stare left me feeling exposed and vulnerable. Despite my best efforts to remain composed, I could feel the tension building within me, threatening to unravel the fragile facade I had carefully constructed.

"If you're so sure about it, then why didn't you tell somebody? You had all the freedom to do it." I scowled, my heart starting to pick up the pace. Mainly from the rage, it was hard for me to get really anxious. I just pictured smashing his face into the pavement. "This just tells me you're bluffing." "Bluffing?" he scoffed, "I'm not bluffing. You may think of me as a snob but even snobs have their own agendas." Was there something Mammon did not know? I couldn't believe I overlooked him all these years. He could've been a formidable ally but now it was too late. I had him as a possible enemy. Although it was true that he had never really liked me so trying to befriend him would probably be fruitless nonetheless.

"Then, what's the reason? Is it actually possible you want to help me?"

"In a sense..." He mused as he stroked his chin. "See, I thought about it for quite a while now and I've come to a realization that the reason why you have not done something about Loki is that you have something to gain from it. So, I thought I could too if I found out more about it."

I almost laughed in disbelief. Truly, regardless of their nature—be it demon, deity, or otherwise, were all the same. They all thought about serving themselves no matter what principles would be lost on the way. I couldn't claim to be exempt from this tendency myself, but at least I was honest about it.

"What could you possibly gain from it?"

"Oh, so you're admitting to it?"

"I'm not, I just don't know what you want from me."

"There is always something. If Loki himself found you and offered you something, it had to be something you didn't see every day."

I was getting more annoyed and impatient by each word he uttered, "Apocalypse. He offered me the apocalypse." I stared at him blankly and at the same time studied his reaction. And indeed, his smug face changed into one of slight confusion and a bit of fear. So, I continued, "There. You wanted to know. There isn't any grand scheme, some pact, it's just the fact that we're all going to die. Prophecy delivered by Odin himself."

"What does that even have to do with you?"

"Well, I'm involved and so is Loki. And we're going to start it eventually. Don't know how, don't know why, I just know it's going to happen."

Mammon returned to his serious self and it looked like he was trying to process what I was saying. It was unbelievable though. I kept this a secret for so long and now in less than a day, I already told two demons about it. It really is impossible to keep something a secret forever. Even lesser chances of that if you were me.

"And you didn't think of telling THAT to anyone?!" He exclaimed in a lecturing tone.

"I did, I just didn't want to. I guess it felt like if I said that to anyone it'd make it more real. For now I'm focused on delaying it... somehow."

"Which is why you're here? Trying to learn more about your archenemy?"

"Yeah, basically." I nodded and shrugged. He fell silent for a bit, musing on the notion.

"Well, I'll keep your secret for now because I'm curious how you're going to embarrass yourself in the future." He said, oddly cheerfully. He was way more chaotic than I initially imagined. All demons had a chaotic side to them more or less, Mammon was just the only one whose chaotic traits seemed almost eerie.

"Hilarious." I said sarcastically before I just turned away from him once more and started heading towards the section.

"Good luck!" He yelled out and I knew he didn't mean it, not one bit.

After the long walk across the vast library which seemed like a whole eternity, I had finally come across a small bookshelf. On top of it, there stood a board made of wood which said Norse World. I was searching through the books, pulling out a few of them before I had finally found what I was looking for. A whole book just on Loki.

Truth to be told, the book itself wasn't large so at least I didn't have to spend days on research. Thankfully there was a small table near the window next to the bookshelf accompanied by two armchairs on each side. I quickly took a seat and opened the book with the first image being that of Loki - in all his glory. For some reason it made me shiver, probably in disgust. Then, I flipped the page and started reading trying not to let any word or syllable pass my attention.

As I delved deeper into the research, I grew increasingly impatient with the lack of progress. The texts mostly focused on Loki's influence in the Norse realms and his interactions with other deities. I was surprised to uncover a detailed family tree outlining his numerous offspring—a fact that both intrigued and repulsed me. It wasn't every day you stumbled upon tales of someone consorting with a horse. The mere thought made me shudder in disgust.

Yet, amidst the mundane details, I stumbled upon a paragraph that sparked a surge of excitement within me. It detailed Loki's binding in a cave, secured by three rocks and iron chains. A smirk tugged at my lips as a plan began to form in my mind. If Loki's past misdeeds could lead to his imprisonment, perhaps there was a way to prevent the apocalypse after all.

As I rushed out of the library, the vastness of its halls no longer seemed daunting. Mammon remained in his original spot, his gaze lifting from the book as I approached. This time, his expression held no hint of annoyance.

"You seem rather cheerful. Found anything useful?" he inquired as I reached the door, ready to leave.

I paused, considering his question, then turned to him with a smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know?" I teased before pushing open the door and stepping out. Mammon's sneer didn't escape my notice, but I paid it little mind. It seemed he was more interested in witnessing my failure than in his own survival.

As I navigated the halls, I hoped to avoid any further ominous encounters. All I needed was to find Beelzebub and share the news without any distractions. I assumed Beelzebub was in the kitchen making his muffins as he had said earlier. I got down to the first floor of the building and made my way through the dining room. It was largely deserted, as demons had little need for sustenance. Those who did partake in meals did so for various reasons: some simply enjoyed the taste of food, while others sought specific benefits from consuming it. Certain dishes held the power to grant temporary abilities or enhancements, making them desirable for those seeking an edge. Among these effects, some demons indulged in food for its aphrodisiac properties, using it to enhance their desires and experiences.

I burst through the door, startling Beelzebub, who reflexively brandished a blade, a rather comical sight with his cooking apron. Seeing it was just me, he lowered the blade with a sheepish expression.

"Whoa there!" I exclaimed as I put my hands up in a defensive stance.

He tucked the blade into the apron's front pocket and then remarked, "Sorry, you never know what to expect around here."

"Yeah, fair," I nodded, relieved to have avoided a mishap. With my hands now down, I eagerly approached him, excitement clear on my face.

"I have some interesting news," I announced, grinning. Beelzebub regarded me with a puzzled expression.

"It's only been a few hours, what could have possibly happened?" he questioned.

"Well... quite a bit actually. There's good and bad news," I replied without waiting for him to choose. "The bad news is, Mammon knows about Loki and I." Beelzebub's shock was evident, prompting me to continue quickly, "No, I didn't tell him... He knew from day one when Loki came into my room, attempting to kill me and all."

"I mean, it's good, right? At least he didn't tell anyone... yet."

"For now yeah... He is more curious about watching me fail to take Loki down."

"What a pompous bastard." Beelzebub noted with a tone of disbelief in his voice.

"Yeah, you're telling me." I rolled my eyes. "But then there is good news! I have found a way to put a stop to the apocalypse! At least for quite a while."

"Already?!" Beelzebub exclaimed in a surprise. And then his expression quickly changed into a scowl, "Don't tell me you have decided to do something incredibly stupid."

"Well... Apparently, there is a way to trap Loki. In that way, he won't be running about and I won't be forced to kill him. In fact, I think the gods will be welcoming us to trap him as they are not his biggest fans."

Beelzebub let out a deep sigh and rubbed his temples. Without a word, he took off his apron and placed it on the counter behind him.

"You know... being your friend is sometimes really hard because there are so many times I want to hit you in the face." He said almost inaudibly but I knew that it meant he was just trying to contain his actual anger.

"What's wrong with the plan?"

"I mean... for example, we could die."

"We can always teleport ourselves out of any difficult situation."

"Yeah, maybe, if you're lucky enough."

I exhaled sharply and kept my gaze fixed on Beelzebub waiting for him to agree to help me on this. Indeed, he was staring back at me with the same intensity. I could see that he was trying to weigh pros and cons in his head and that cons were greater. He leaned on the counter behind him and looked down at the floor.

"Fine... I'll help you." I started grinning mischievously almost immediately upon his words. "I'm going to trust you, as much as it pains me to do so, that you do have a plan."

"Of course!"

***

A while later, Beelzebub and I were hiding behind many trees of the forest in the clearing where Loki and I had our unfortunate interaction. And the clearing that I used to call my haven. Beelzebub had mentioned a few times that the trickster god was never going to show. I kept reassuring him that he indeed would. We just had to be patient.

I was holding large, heavy and long chains as I had taken the inspiration from the Norse gods in the book I had read. . Each link was meticulously crafted by skilled demon artisans. The chains were
heavy, thick, and imposing, capable of restraining even the most powerful of beings.

A lot of torture equipment could be found in the basements of Hell and there were many demons meticulously working on designing very creative ones. The designs varied widely, ranging from simple implements of pain to elaborate contraptions designed to inflict maximum suffering. Some
demons specialized in creating chains and restraints, fashioning them to be unbreakable and impossible to escape. Others focused on more intricate devices, such as iron maidens, spiked racks, and stretching racks, each designed to elicit screams of agony from their unfortunate victims.

This particular chain was solely inspired by the Norse world. I had to agree, it was a great way to deal with something without usurping too much. However, I had hoped that his "companions" wouldn't miss him too much.

As the sun began its descent, painting the sky with hues only seen in art, I found myself mesmerized by its beauty. Lost in the spectacle, I nearly missed the expected visitor standing in the clearing a few feet away. His fiery red hair seemed to catch the dying light, casting a mesmerizing glow that mirrored the colors of the sky. Loki stood with his hands tucked into his pockets, gazing out at the forest beyond, his back turned to us.

I shook my head rapidly trying to chase away the virtually blasphemous thoughts. Beelzebub nudged me to start moving already. Suddenly there was a sense of pity taking over me, and I couldn't move to do what I had planned. After reading so much on his history, I almost started feeling sorry for him. In my eyes, he was just someone who was ultimately misunderstood.

"What are you waiting for?!" Beelzebub hissed quietly, nudging me once more. His urgency snapped me back to reality, and I swallowed hard, refocusing my attention on the trickster standing in the field.

"Sorry," I murmured to Beelzebub, who looked at me in confusion. I shared his bewilderment, unsure of what had just come over me.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and began to conjure the ability that would render my presence nearly imperceptible. Slowly, I crept through the woods, careful to avoid making any noise that might alert Loki to my presence. With each step, I silently prayed that he wouldn't turn around and catch sight of me, though I couldn't say to whom I was praying. Certainly not the Devil, and most assuredly not Yahweh.

As I neared him, my heart pounded in my chest, the tension coiled tightly within me. Then, in one swift motion, I lunged forward, wrapping the chains around Loki's body and securing them with the lock. He let out a yelp of surprise, struggling against the restraint as I tightened the chains, ensuring he couldn't escape. Only I held the power to remove them or destroy them—a testament to the craftsmanship of Hell's torture equipment.

"I was wondering when you'd show up." Loki grunted, I even heard a silent laugh coming from him. I was actually surprised at the lack of resistance from his end. I didn't dare question it however so I just yanked the part of the chain that was dangling and started pulling him which made Loki fall flat on his back. "You really think that trapping me will somehow make the apocalypse go away?!" He snarled at me, now his anger becoming more visible. Still, I didn't respond to him, I simply continued pulling him across the ground, hearing occasional yelps and grunts erupting from him.

Once I was close to where Beelzebub was standing, he took the chain from my hands. Due to Beelzebub bearing much more strength than me, with one swift motion he pulled Loki up together with the chain against the upper part of a tree next to us. In the meantime, Loki once again mumbled something about me having some "interesting company".

I grabbed the other end of the chain that was dangling then I helped my friend wrap it around both the Norse trickster and the tree. Once Loki was nice and propped up against it without a space to budge, Beelzebub and I stood in front of him and gazed at our masterpiece of an entrapment.

The red-haired god was looking down at us with contempt. He tried to shapeshift himself into a raven but it had only led to the chain heating and sizzling against him, wrapping itself tighter around him. He clenched his teeth and then threw us a glare.

"You've been reading up on me, haven't you?" He hissed.

"You could say so..." I shrugged and then turned my attention towards Beelzebub. "You're free to go if you wish to. I will handle him from this point on." I watched the demon of gluttony study Loki carefully like he was about to have him for a meal next.

"Got to say I'm surprised that this actually has worked out so far." He smiled, averting his gaze from Loki to look at me.

"Let's not be hasty, there's still time for me to fuck up."

Beelzebub laughed because he knew that it was oh so true. I did hope I wouldn't mess this up though. It was my one chance at peace. Then, he bid his farewell, opened a portal and stepped out, leaving only me with Loki in the woods.

"I was genuinely hoping you'd come to your senses but alas..." Loki commented. There was a hint of sincerity in his tone.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, frowning.

"That all of this is pointless. You're just wasting your time tying me here in the middle of nowhere."

"Maybe to you it is pointless. I, for one, want to be around for a while longer. And I can't leave Hell knowing you'll just pop out of nowhere and ruin my day."

Loki tilted his head to the side. "You're really going to stay here and watch me struggle?" he asked.

I nodded. "I am,"

He sighed. "Suit yourself."

He then proceeded to try and summon his magic again, but it was just out of reach. I could see him getting angrier and clenching his jaw. Loki was shooting daggers with his glare at me while I simply sent him a smile, turned around and started walking away. However, my moment of triumph was short-lived as a sudden realization dawned upon me. While I was certain I had safeguarded Loki from being found by the others in the Norse world, I seemed to have missed out on a crucial detail.

At once, I heard behind me a flinging noise of a relatively large object. I quickly turned around, seeing a large hammer flying towards me. With a swift motion, I redirected the object back towards its sender. Across the woods, a figure emerged—a towering man with long, blonde, wavy hair and a flowing beard. He was clad in a metal-plated tunic layered with quilted wool, and a long cape fashioned from animal hide billowed behind him. He was large and muscular in every sense of the word. It looked like he could poke me once with his finger and send me flying across the field. I widened my eyes as I realized who had come to visit... It was Thor.