Thor's POV

This place is definitely not what I was expecting. Upon entering this "Pentagram City" in "Hell", I got bombarded with tons of shit that I didn't think was possible.

How do I describe it? Let's see... Some of those houses are as tall as the wall that surrounds Asgard. Things that run on these wheels on their own, without the need of horses, goats or any animals. Contraptions that run in some electricity or something like that, like that weird flat box that makes moving drawings. But the weirdest shit that I have ever seen, are the "people" in this Hell. I have seen Draugrs, Ogres, Trolls, Huntresses, Hel-Walkers, Dragons and other kinds of creatures back in my life, but not to this extent. People with fish as heads, tails like a lizard, even ones having more than one head, two arms and two legs.

What ever fucked up shit that the rift has placed me on, certainly looks like I am tripping balls because I never knew such people exist. But that is just me stating the facts after being placed in this "Hell", so I should have expected that everything is way different from what I am usually seeing back in the nine realms. Speaking of Nine Realms, I do not see a single branch of the Yggdrasil tree in this place.

Hence why I see no resemblance of anything or anyone that I know of, throwing my previous idea of thinking of seeing something familiar out of the window. Welp, better get used to seeing these kinds of shit because I am gonna be stuck here for a while.

Though, it doesn't stop me from marveling at the many things that this place has to offer. I mean, it is not everyday that you can see someone fly on a metal contraption without the need of creatures with wings like dragons and creatures acting like normal people.

Despite being curious and interested in what else is happening in this new place, I still remained focused on my task at hand. Gaining as much information as I can so that I can stay here without causing too much problem and probably leave as soon as possible, if it is even possible to begin with, because of that stupid rift bringing me to where the fuck it is, though that is also my fault too since I am stupid to even enter in it.

I kept my pace as normal as possible, trying not to get myself into too much trouble for just walking, though I have to walk to this "Sidewalks" as these creatures called it when I accidentally walked in a "Traffic" when all of those wheeled, self moving contraptions are moving on the "Road". Seriously, I need to learn about this place if I want to even have a chance of living here, either permanently or temporarily, as normally as possible. I know I was tall, but not as tall as my younger brother, Tyr for that matter, as when I am passing by some of them, they look smaller than expected they would be, some even going about being taller than me, but it doesn't matter that much anyway.

Third Person POV

As Thor went through his stroll in Pentagram City, he passed by a small shop with a window, showcasing many mirrors ranging in different sizes. He merely went past it, catching a glimpse of himself for a few seconds before his mind finally caught up to what he saw.

".... Wait a minute." Thor uttered as he slowly back stepped for a bit until he stood in front of the mirror shop. He stood in front of the mirror through the shop's clear glass window.

"This... this is how I look right now?.. I look centuries younger... Which is a good thing." Thor was in disbelief when he looked at himself in the mirror that he was facing. To say that he changed during his entrance here in Hell is an understatement.

The major change was in his appearance, no longer in his Asgard Look and blended with something that he is familiar with but the change is apparent. As stated, he looks younger, no longer his messy looking hair and beard, to a more nicely combed and longer hair with a trimmed beard that doesn't look too long. Both hair and beard have a more vibrant shade of red.

"Is this even real? A fucking horn?" He asks himself when his gaze went to a specific spot on his head. There used to be a scar there, as a result of killing a drunken stone Jotunn, Hrungnir, causing a piece of the Jotunn to be lodged deep inside of his skull. It was now replaced with a horn that almost resembles that of a ram, curled inwards and having some gold linings on it too.

He also took notice of his appearance other than the horns, he didn't change that much other than tattoos on his body now turned red like that of Kratos' mark, eyes no longer the same electric blue, now blood red.

"I got.. Bigger, I guess. Bigger than Tyr." Thor continues to state the obvious change about him, he felt bigger than usual, as evident on some of the doors of different houses that he passed by, as well as seeing the people in Hell here, being shorter than him too.

He occasionally saw some that surpassed his current height, but it doesn't change the fact that it is a major change too. Another major change is that, since he appears younger, the lack of prominent beer-belly is replaced by what he looked like before going drunk, a large figure that is evident with all of the muscles that are more prominent to him. Other than that, no major thing has changed to his new look here in Hell.

"At Least I don't look like the drunkard that I was before. Thanks to that." He uttered as he left a little sigh of relief when he saw that kind of change. Acknowledging that this change will surely make him feel better that he doesn't look dirty and horrendous back then when he looked like he came back after another drunk session or from another fight with a giant. He glanced at the reflection of himself, in front of the mirror for one last time before returning back to his wandering around the Pentagram city.

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He continues to look around the city until something hits his nose, the smell of flesh and organs rotting, making him scrunch his nose from the abhorrent stench. His red eyes glanced to where the source of the stench was, sort of regretted doing that as he only saw a few of these native people mauling down what appears to be, another one of their kind. Cannibals, as that came into his mind as he stared at them for a few minutes before leaving them alone, not wanting to be those cannibals' new meal of the day.

His stride continues as another smell hits his nose, this time however, a smell that he is all too familiar with, the smell of alcohol, mead and ale. This made him stop on his tracks, precisely being in front of a pub, lights glowing bright that he squinted his eyes for a bit and saw many of the native people, drinking, laughing and brawling out, like any kind of crazy drunk would do inside of it. Reminded Thor of the Black Thunder, but more advanced and aesthetically different from it. The smell of the booze continues to tempt his nose and his mind, inviting him inside of the pub, trying to tell him to go back to being what he is known for, slaying giants and pissing mead.

Like any alcoholic person would do, he steps forward and is about to enter the pub that serves probably some of the best liquor that it could serve him. Thoughts of being drowned by the very same thing that gave him some kind of sanity after every kind of berating and insult from the All-Father. The guards around the Pub saw Thor slowly entering the pub, thinking that he must be a new customer, just shrug it off, not caring about it and allowed Thor to enter. The inside is what made Thor get struck by the sudden new thing around it.

The sound of these people shouting nonsense while drinking their lives away made Thor tempted to do some drinking of his own. The God of Thunder decided to look around and saw an empty chair on the very end of the pub, taking his chance to take that vacant seat for himself. As his pace is normal to them, their reaction to his appearance vary, making the God of Thunder feel unsure about it.

His glances saw that some of them looked at him out of fear because of his size and build, but the remaining half stared at him with lusts, seeing them lick their lips, flutter their eyes at him and even make some comments that made Thor sort of feel like he regretted coming here, he even manages to hear some of their conversations about him.

"Psst. You wanna try that massive chunk of meat over there? He looks fairly new here, guessing he just recently died." One of the demons whispered to his friend, making them giggle in return and looked at Thor with lusts in their eyes.

"Even if he just died today, it wouldn't hurt to give that man a proper... Greetings in Hell, now is it?~" The demoness replied back as the gossip about Thor continued more into their circle of friends.

Thor just continued on his merry way on going towards his destination, despite hearing gossip about it. This felt new to him as he never heard anyone talk about him in... that kind of way. Makes him feel unease, wronged and slightly disgusted about them, but then again, he is in "Hell" in which, according to his knowledge about the Nine Realms, where people who did not die in battle, died of old age, mishap, disease and of dishonor, are tortured for eternity in it. He is not sure if this "Hell" has the same rules as the Helheim back when he was alive, but as far as he is concerned, he deserved it after the many atrocities that he has done in the past.

"Hey girl~ Why don't you show him around here? You are the best amongst all of us that gets many bitches to our side~ Come on now~" One of the demonesses pushed her towards the crowd, where the Norse God of Thunder was.

"Alright, alright. Eesh. No need to push me towards the ringer that eagerly." The demoness uttered in annoyance as she first fixed her clothes, before sporting a smile as she sauntered her way to him.

"Be sure that you bring him here girl! We want a piece of him too!" One of the demoness' friends shouted at the demoness that is sauntering her way to the Norse God of Thunder.

Thor heard all of that from a far and glanced that the same demoness is about to walk towards him, with her hips swaying, trying to seduce him with her figure. A figure that looks good on her but can not and will never be compared to his wife, the Norse Goddess of Family, Harvest, Fertility and Beauty, Sif.

"Hey there Big Man~" The demoness greeted while still swaying her body at him, in hopes of seducing Thor, who is not affected by this one at all.

"Mind giving this gal a free ride to heaven?~ I can handle an eight hour long drive all the way?~" A demoness sultry asked him as she strutted her way to his large figure, making Thor turn to face the demoness.

"Yeah... Umm... I rather not. Thank you very much." Thor declined the offer as he took steps backward, before he could even get back to his destination, the demoness took hold of him, while still giving him a sultry grin.

"Come on Bad Boy~ You know it is rude for you to decline such an offer from a lady~" The demoness insisted as she had her tail wrap around his left leg, making Thor look at the tail in both confusion and uncertainty.

"Lady. As I said before I decline. I am not interested in whatever you have in mind." Thor rejected her again as his left hand gently pulled her tail off of his legs, so it wouldn't cause too much commotion and wouldn't hurt the demoness too much.

"But you are new here. Allow me to be your tour guide to show you around. And by showing you around, I can show you more than what you are seeing~" The demoness continues to pester Thor as she keeps her voice as sultry as possible to appeal to Thor, but he only felt annoyed by her persistence even more. The demoness tries pulling Thor towards her and to her group of friends on the other side of the pub, only for her to be unable to. She tried pulling him again with all of her supposed strength but could not make him leave his spot, not even a centimeter.

"How... Fucking heavy are you?" She grunted as she continued on pulling him but he did not budge from his previous place. She tried after a few times, from pulling his arm to pushing his back, but nothing made him budge..

"Trust me woman, you have no fucking idea. As I said before, leave me the fuck alone." Thor answered as he gently tugs his hand away from her, but her grip on his hand forced her to fling into his body. Her face planted on his bare upper torso.

"Woah~ Seems like YOU are the one that wants me to come to you~" She flirted as her hands went up to caress his bare torso, making Thor look down at him with narrow eyes.

"Lady. I will say it again, one last fucking time. I would rather not be a part of whatever you are planning. If you want something simple, I REJECT your offer." Thor emphasized the word "Reject" more sternly, but it appears that the demoness did not hear what he said.

"A bit on the fat side, especially the stomach. But it matters not when it is the performance and size that matters~" She grinned, showing her rows of sharp teeth as she was still caressing his body. This made Thor finally act as he grabbed her by the back of her shirt and lifted him up to his face.

"You got shit stuck in your ears? Listen here woman. I neither have the time nor patience to deal with your bullshit. I tried asking you nicely that I turn down your request before but you seem like one persistent pain in the ass that can't seem to understand the idea of rejection or has your head filled with a fucking bucket of sperm from many dicks that your overused pussy has collected."

"Overused- How fucking dare-"

"Of course I fucking dare. I told you to fuck off as nicely as possible, but it looks like I have to put you back." Thor retorted as he glared at the demoness some more, who also sneered at him, before walking again, this time, to the opposite side.

Thor walked towards where the demoness' circle of friends are, who saw that the Norse God of Thunder is approaching them. They grinned as they wave at them both, ignoring the narrowed eyes from Thor and the sneering expression from the demoness.

"Hey! You finally got this piece of meat right here! We knew that you could pull it-" The demon and the others were about to celebrate that Thor came to them, but it was cut short when Thor just dropped the demoness that he is holding onto one of her friend's lap.

"What the hell man?!" One of the demons complained when her friend was plopped down to her lap like a sack of potatoes. The same demoness girl that tried to seduce Thor sat up and sneered at him further, who just gave her a stern glare in return.

"Yo buddy! We just want you to relax as you look like a newbie too. So we asked our friend over here, to bring you down here and greet you with some-" Before he could finish, he flinched when Thor's glare went from the demoness to him. The large man then glared at all of them, making them quiet. Red electricity sparkled in his glowing red eyes as electricity also danced around his left hand and bounced on his new hammer.

"And what I want is simply to be left alone. You fucks decided to bring her to me, seduce me and drag me here to have some fucking "fun" with all of you. Do I look like I want to have "fun" with your asses when you all smell like you just came from an orgy that is ridden with disease and dragon crap."

"Yo- We just want to-"

"Want what? Fuck me and have me fuck you all? Here's a little warning for you brain damage fucks. I just wanna be left alone and have my mind cleared. And if any of you tries to even do the same stupid shit that your friend pulled, you all gonna find out what's it like to have a fucking mountain crushing your head." Thor warned them as runes of his hammer glowed red while he was still glaring at them. His towering figure made him more menacing at the eyes of the group of demons and demonesses that wanted a piece of him before.

"Do I make myself clear?" He asked in a low tone that only they heard, making them immediately nod at him. Thor grunted as electricity around his eyes, hand and hammer dissipated when he was satisfied by their scared answers.

"Good. Now I am fucking off and don't even think about trying to fuck me over. No man nor Jotünn has ever fucked me over and live." Thor warned them one last time before turning his back on them and leaving.

His focus went back to the vacant seat that he was supposed to be sitting on before being interrupted by the demoness. He was able to make himself blend in the crowd of rowdy and loud denizens, allowing himself to let out a sigh that no one else decided to go after him for it. Upon standing in front of the vacant seat, Thor positioned himself on it and sat down on the chair. Unfortunately, the chair did not handle his own weight, causing the entire chair to creak for a bit before it gave in to the weight of the God of Thunder.

"Fuck me." Thor groaned as his butt and back landed on the floor from what once a stable chair. The people around who saw the event already chuckled at the misfortune of the God of Thunder, making Thor just glare at them for a bit, making their glances move away from him and continue on their business.

"Does bad luck start following me again? Even when I am dead?" Thor griped as before standing up from his previous position. Deciding that this place is not much of a good source of information, or a good place of relaxation at all, seeing as misfortune keeps on following him.

He is about to leave again until the smell of the mead went through his nose, causing the God of Thunder to take a stop again and just looked at the Bartender's area, seeing one of the denizens serving different kinds of drinks, that got Thor tempted for a bit. This is proven when Thor thought that maybe one drink from this new place could at least give him some time to recover from whatever the hell he has been doing for the past couple of hours. Alcoholic habits tend to die hard and they can still latch onto him, even after his death.

"Hey. A mug of mead, please?" Thor called out the bartender for a bit, making the said bartender look away from cleaning his mug up to where Thor's face was, this caused the bartender to be slightly nervous about the imposing figure that Thor has but just shrugs it off for a few seconds.

"Be right back." The bartender did as he ordered, turned his back to Thor and started filling one big mug for his size, up to the brim of the mug, with the foams of the mead still present on it.

"Here you go and drink up, Man-Whore." The bartender uttered when he pushed the mug to Thor's hand. The Jotunn-Aesir raised his eyebrow at the demon after the little snarky comment that he made about him being a "Man-Whore."

"The fuck you call me?" He asked while standing on the bartender's table. Not taking a risk to sit down on those chairs if the chair from before will have the same results as these ones.

"The way you dress, either you work for some porno shit higher up or you just want people to see you as a Man-Whore." He replied to him before returning back to his work. Thor looked at him for a bit before looking down at his own clothes. He always had his upper torso bare when he was alive but the people in Asgard don't seem to give a damn about it.

Shrugging off the snark, he looked down at the mead and saw his new face reflected on the surface of it, he swirled it for a bit and took a whiff. He lets out a sigh when the scent hits his nostrils and registers to his brain. The nostalgic smell of it hits him just right in his "feel good" part of his brain. He looked at it for one more time before lifting the mug up to his lips. The taste hit his tongue and doused all of the worries that were in his mind. He is now in the state of pure ignorance, just how he wanted, just how Odin wanted.

"Ahhhhh.... This shit is good." Thor let out a sigh after he finished drinking the mead from the mug and let out a small smile at the taste of it and at the sight of the empty one. Feeling himself elated at the moment, he asked the bartender for another one.

"You drink this shit like you are living in the desert." The bartender commented as he looked at the large mug that was empty within seconds. However, the bartender did give Thor another one, like before, it is filled to the brim. He raised the mug to his lips and drank the entire thing again.

"More." Thor demanded as he started to feel woozy from the second drink that he had. Whatever or whoever made that mead, certainly made it that the effects of drunkenness starts to wear in.

"Okay, you seriously drink this shit like you are drinking water." The bartender commented with a raised eyebrow as he gave him the third mug of mead.

"Try drinking an entire ocean to the point that the water levels drop. This shit ain't new to me." Thor chuckled at the memory of it and swigged his third mug, like the previous two, he finished it within seconds.

"Another!" Thor demanded while smiling like he hit the jackpot.

"Alright, alright, take a chill pill." The bartender uttered as he took the empty mug from his hand and filled it in. He gave it back to him, surprise, surprise, he finished it again and demanded another one.

"Christ on a stick, is drinking all you did back then?" The bartender asked him as he refilled his mug, his fifth mug of mead to be precise.

"I am just known for two fucking things. Killing Giants. And pissing mead." Thor replied to him as he felt the influence of the alcohol affecting him. Making him say the same words that he said when he was alive and when he was drunk while being inside of the Black Thunder.

"You do look like you piss mead like it is an everyday thing, buddy." The bartender uttered as he just let him drink his third mug of mead and went back to his work.

"Damn right you are." Thor whispered to himself as he looked down at his fifth mug of mead in his large hand. He lifted it up to his lips and started drinking from it, allowing the soothing feeling of the mead drape over his mind as he felt that he was finally at ease for a while.

"Go smash something will ya? Honestly, I like you better as a drunk." Odin's voice ranged in his head, this caused Thor to suddenly cough mid drink and slammed the mug on the table, startling the people who were in the bartender's table, along with the bartender himself.

"The fuck man?!" The bartender asks as he saw Thor heaving for a bit after that moment of coughing fit. Thor heaved for a few seconds before looking at the mug of half filled mead in his hand before setting it to the side as he moved away from the table.

"Eesh, what a father you are. Favoritism for one of them and beating the other one for being incompetent. That is so totally you, Thor. I expect nothing less from a terrible father." The sarcastic and insulting voice of Heimdall ringed into his mind next, making Thor feel disoriented that memories from before kept on attacking him, at the wrong time. Then another one came into his mind, causing Thor to further fell dazed as he is now in the middle of the crowd.

"THOR! STOP! HE HAS HAD ENOUGH!!" Sif's scream then followed when a memory of Thor hitting his son, Modi across the room after hearing that he abandoned his brother, Magni, to die. His large figure bumped a few denizens, causing them to fall down on the ground, causing whatever they carried to spill on the floor, mostly alcohol and drugs that they carried.

"What the shit?! Watch where you're looking, dumbass!" One of the demons that he bumped accidentally, shouted in annoyance as he stood up and tried to push Thor down like he did to him, but only for the demon to be pushed back down from his own push.

"Father! Please believe me! I didn't leave Magni to die! I beg you!" The cries of Modi rang next, visualizing a bloodied Modi on the floor as Mjolnir swang at him again by Thor's own, drunken and mad hands.

"Hngh!" Thor grunted while gripping his head from the pain. He decided to get the hell out of the pub and he did so, while accidentally pushing some of the denizens away from his path. This caused many of them to fall on the floor and start shouting at Thor, but the God of Thunder paid little attention to their whines as he left the pub and ran as far away from it as possible.

"Hey! Stop him! He hadn't paid shit for the meads that he drank and the waste that he made!" The bartender shouted as he ordered one of the guards of the pub to go after Thor. Despite chasing after him, Thor is clearly the faster runner between them, making the distance between them becoming larger and larger until the guards are unable to catch up to the Norse God of Thunder.

"Watch it buddy!" One of the denizens shouted at the running Thor, as the large man continued on his running, causing the other denizens to move out of the way so that Thor could continue on his path without interruption.

"DAD! PLEASE!" Finally, the cries of Thrudie followed in, when she came in front of Modi, stopping Thor from hitting him again. This one memory has led Thor to an alleyway that looks empty except for trash cans on it and with no one on it. Thor regurgitated whatever he drank from that pub onto the side of the trash can.

"Uggghhhh...." He lurched after he finished emptying his stomach. His back pressed on the other wall before slumping down to his butt as the sudden rush of fatigue engulfed him. Sweat still evident on his face after feeling and reliving the worst of his memories as his body feels tense. HIs body heaving and huffing as he groaned, pushing himself to hide on the side of a larger trash can.

"Hah... Hah... You go that way! I will go the other way." The voice of one of the guards that was chasing him before ringed into his ears as he sensed that they caught up with him, but not for long as they arrived in the scene a bit too late. The two guards from the pub split and went towards their instructed destination, all the while not noticing the hidden Norse God of Thunder hiding from them.

"Hah.... Hah... This place is really torturing me for it." Thor murmured to himself as being in Hell, means that he gets to relive the worst of his memories, beating Modi to almost near death is one of them. Thor could only grunt in pain as another wave of memories washed back in his mind.

"Please Thor! I am just looking for my son! Just for once, let this Jotünn be and find his own child!" The voice of one of the Midgard Giants yelled at him, raising his own hammer while the God of Thunder is hovering in front of him. Thamur, the stonemason, one of his many victims that he killed, under Odin's command.

"No... More....." Thor groaned, begging for the memory to stop haunting as he felt more and more memories rushed over him, the same ones that haunted him before, when he was still alive.

"You are just like your father! You think this is for the greater good, but it is all for the sake of your father's twisted idea of it!" The voice of one of the Jotunn victims that he killed from many years ago when he was alive. Thor winced from that memory when he was at Midgard, he winced even more as another memory came up.

"You think you can walk away from this?! Killing your own kin from your mother's side just because your dear old daddy says so?! I curse thee, that you will never get a peaceful end once Ragnarök comes and claims you all!" Another voice of a Jotunn victim that he killed before, this time, the Jotunn cursed him for it, guessing that the curse he gave Thor came true.

"Please! Just kill me! Leave them out of this, spare them and just kill me!" Another voice of his killed Jotunn came into his mind. This time, the victim he killed was a mother, but under his father's orders and under the influence of drunkenness, he killed the kids as the sound of their cries, his hammer hitting their heads and thunder rumbled into his mind as the image of their corpses plastered into his mind.

"Hah..... Hah.... So this is truly Hel...." Thor uttered to himself, finally realizing the reason why those memories came back to him. He is in "Hell", the Realm of the Damned, where the torture never stops and the victims fully blasted with every consequences that they are gonna receive.

"I.... I am... So sorry." Thor uttered in a low tone, his voice cracked for a bit as memories of his horrific actions came to torture him, they keep coming to him like a moth to the flame.

This went on and on for many unknown times before finally, fatigue wrapped around the God of Thunder. He felt his eyelids becoming heavy and gradually started to close in, finally, sleep took over him as Thor dozed in the empty alleyway, by himself with only his new hammer as his companions, unaware of the foreshadowing carnage that was going to happen while he was asleep.

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Word Count: 5411
Date Published: May 7, 2024