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Snow In Asgard
Hair as black as night. Skin as white as snow.
In his well-lit chamber, the hunter kneels.
The mighty Mjolnir feels heavy in his hand tonight. It was forged to
be indestructible - one of the most-feared weapons of the Aesir. And
soon it will crush his half-sibling into blood and shards of bone. This
is his duty.
He has been ordered to slay the beautiful one who has wreaked much
havoc in the heavens. To annihilate all but his head and heart, which
are to be brought back on a platter. What cruel punishment that his
death must come at the hands of the one person he truly loves.
Even now he imagines all too strongly the final scene. Those
mischievous eyes widening as the head of the ruthless Mjolnir becomes
the last thing they see. The same eyes, now lifeless and glassy. The
twitching lips, so quick to slice with words, never to smile again. And the
red, the neverending red, seeping into the grass, the hide of his boots.
At the end, all he will be left with is a warm heart and a river of black hair - black as night - spilling forth from a
severed head.
Outside, it is snowing softly.
It never snows in Asgard.
So this is the god of mischief’s last act, Thor thinks. To rain frosty tears upon a land that has never known anything but the sun’s gentle glow.
The hammer-wielding huntsman, the golden son, heir to the throne, rises and goes to slay his beloved.
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A Thor / Snow White crossover
Yes, I am writing fan fiction. BECAUSE I CAN. Deal with it.
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