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Cassandra's Curse (Have a little hope)

Summary:

Cassandra- a woman in Greek mythology who uttered true predictions but was cursed so that no one ever believed her.

Thor knows.
Nobody knows what Thor Odinson knows.
Nobody WANTS to know what he knows.
Armed with the knowledge of the past isn't helpful when he's stuck in an alternate dimension.
At least the one person who can help him isn't floating around in space with a crushed neck this time.

Notes:

Marvel:*holds a gun to my head*
Me:*O-Okay man!! Thor doesn't belong to me, HAPPY?!*
Marvel:*nods and puts gun away for now. Threatens me with a bazooka.*
Me:*Runs away while shouting, "If you want a shoutout- be the first three to comment!"

Chapter 1: Pilot (back in black)

Summary:

Cassandra- a woman in Greek mythology who uttered true predictions but was cursed so that no one ever believed her.

Knowledge of the past isn't useful when you wake up in an alternate dimension.
Thor wakes up to a brother that never existed and a brother that he never forgot.
All is not right in Asgard and a dark curse threatens them.
At least the one person who can help him isn't floating around in space with a crushed neck this time.

Notes:

Notes:
Marvel:*holds a gun to my head*
Me:*O-Okay man!! Thor doesn't belong to me, HAPPY?!*
Marvel:*nods and puts gun away for now. Threatens me with a bazooka.*
Me:*Runs away while shouting, "If you want a shoutout- be the first three to comment!"

Chapter Text

             "Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live."-Norman Cousins

 

There is white.

No other words to describe it.

Just a pulsing.White.Light.

Thor quite liked this light.

After all, it had taken him away from screaming hordes, red and gold, green, blue white and red and so on.

It had taken him with a green glow and reminded of Loki and his magic Thor smiled.

All his life, green was safe, green was home.

He had been floating for minutes. Hours. Centuries.

Then there was black.

It came in a wave and oh, it was ravenous!

Drowning the ethereal white glow in a single wave.

A silent scream was the only sound in this battle.

The black won.

 

Thor woke up.

 

Sunlight peeked at him, its shy face peering at him through the window. A bird's coo, nature's alarm roused him from his bed yet he was still groggy.

His consciousness was like a salmon, just flitting and skimming right under the water's surface.

                                                                 He reached for it.

                                                                   He caught it.

His eyes opened, one blue, one gold.

Suspicion and confusion warred in the Asgardian's eyes.

The chamber he was in was a perfect replica of his suite back in Asgard, when it still existed of course and if this was Valhalla, Thor loved it.

The mahogany door to his right swung open.

A figure stepped in but Thor couldn't see his or her face because of a tall pile of books obscuring the figure's face.

Thor spoke, his voice cracking due to misuse and it came out as a whisper, "Who are you? Am I in Valhalla?"

The figure huffed and dropped the book pile on Thor's empty desk. When he (Thor was sure it was a male) turned around, whatever Thor was going to say died in his throat. Chillingly familiar forest green eyes glared at him (nononononononononono could it be?) and an equally familiar and annoyed voice broke him out of his reverie, "No wonder you thought you were in Valhalla, you big oaf! Nothing short of Ragnarok could wake you up!"

Thor was still mute and if you looked closely, you would see his eyes glistening with tears he refused to shed.

"L-Loki?"

 

She opened her eyes, awakening with her savior, she watched him as he reunited with his kin.

For now, she will watch.