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Angel In The Attic	By : fusedtwilight Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Angel In The Attic
Chapter 43

Fusedtwilight: Here is the first chapter of the new year! I hope you all had a wonderful and safe holiday season. Lets see how the Champions deal with having their powers switched and a major Marvel hero needs some help.
“So Jericho is a Pez Dispenser now?” Angie asked.
They had taken the marble like objects into one of the labs to have them analyzed.
“I am detecting mutant energy patterns matching your perfectly,” Eve said
“So somehow Jericho took away our powers and turned them into these...things?” Rickard asked.
“Scott did say he could do this. It's what we thought when Apocalypse kidnapped him. That he was going to have him remove all the powers of every mutant and take them for himself,” Michael said.
“Can't he just give them back? I am getting tired of being crippled again!” Devin said impatiently.
“I don't know how to give them back. I didn't even know I could do this!” Jericho shot back.
“Hank said there might be some lingering side effects from the suit you were in.” Michael told him.
Jacob walked over to the machine that was scanning the marbles and picked one up.
“So which one is mine?” he asked.
“That one is Wayne's.” Jericho said. “I can sense his power in it.”
Jacob tossed the marble over to Wayne who caught it.
He held it in the palm of his hand. Waiting for something to happen.
“Anything?” Jacob asked.
Wayne shook his head.
“Maybe if you swallowed it you could get your powers back,” Devin suggested.
“I am not swallowing this thing! It came out of his mouth!” Wayne said with a look of disgust.
“Coming from the guy who drinks blood,” Jericho said.
Jacob grabbed the rest of the marbles and took Wayne’s.
“Well, let’s try something else then,” he said.
He walked over to Jericho.
“Look I told you I have no idea how this works so-”
Jacob grabbed his face and forced his mouth open and shoved all the marbles back in.
“Swallow!” he ordered.
Jericho swallowed the marbles. Jacob let go of his face and backed away.
“What the hell man!” Jericho yelled at Jacob.
“Jacob!” Angie chastised.
“Maybe if he swallows them back up we can get our powers back,” he suggested.
“Guys...I feel...funny,” Jericho said standing up.
“Here it comes!” Devin said.
Jericho held his hand as he got another headache and the eye markings on his wings began to glow.
Beams of light shot out from the eye markings just like before and hit each of the champions.
Jericho fell to the floor unconscious.
“Guys? What happened? I can't see!” Jacob yelled. “Wait...there’s something...I...something is wrong. What is that humming sound? Is that...a heartbeat?”
“Holy crap!” Wayne said.
“Wayne man? What happened? Did you get your power?”
“No...you did!”
“I got my power back?”
“No, you got mine!”
“Sweet mother of God!” Angie said.
Jacob now had a pair of bat like wings. His skin was deathly pale, his nose was flat, his ear pointed, his nails long black and talon like and his eyes had a milky film.
Angie began to run around him extraordinary fast.
“HolycraplookathimhegotWaynespowerwaitwhyamImovingsofast?Crap!DidIgetDevinspowers?Yep,thinkIdid!” she said so fast her words were intelligible.
Rickard had a pair of bird-like wings. “Did I get Michael's power?” he asked.
“No, mine. You have my markings on your face,” Franziska said.
“I got Michael!” Wayne said who now had feathery wings. “I miss my wings, they were cooler.”
“Who did you get?” Rickard asked Franziska.
“I don't know. Maybe Angie’s.”
Rickard rubbed his head. Now that he had Franziska's psychic powers he could hear everyone’s thoughts.
“Michael got my power!” he almost yelled.
Michael who was looking queasy put his hands firmly against his ears.
“You’re all too loud!” he whimpered.
“Oh no this is bad! He doesn't have the experience I do! He could enhance the sound we make so loud it could kill us!”
“Whatdowedo?” Angie asked zipping around Michael.
“Rickard, use your..my telepathy. Try and help him!”
Rickard tried to focus on Michael.
-Michael?-
Michael screamed and clutched his head.
“Your too loud!” Franziska shouted.
“How do I turn it down?”
“Think gently!”
“How do you do that?!”
“STOP YELLING!” Michael screamed, his voice echoed throughout the ark.
Everyone clutched their heads. The booming voice made Jericho wake up.
“What happened?” he asked. “Holy crap!”
“Good news, got our powers back. Bad news, we didn't get our powers back!” Devin said.
“Can you walk?” Wayne asked.
Devin tried to move his legs.
“Damn it! I can't!”
Suddenly Devin turned into a wendigo. The chair he sat on broke under his weight. But his legs would still not work.
“Whoa!” he said.
“What happened? Devin? Is that you?” Jacob asked.
“Yeah man, just found out I got your power. I turned into a handicapped wendigo!” Devin said, his voice much deeper.
“Okay everyone, let’s all calm down!” Franziska said.
“She's right! We all need to be careful. We have spent a long time with one another. We all know how our abilities work. We just need to stay calm and guide one another.”
-GodeveryoneissoslownowonderDevinissodamnhyper!-
-How can Wayne stand to be like this? Always surrounded by darkness and everything is so loud!-
-Man I lucked out-
-Why does everyone have to breath so hard!-
Rickard took a deep breath and tried to ignore the voices.
“Michael,” he whispered so quietly no one save Jacob and Michael could hear. “Focus on my voice. Drawn out all other noise.”
Michael did as instructed. All the noise in the room vanished. Everyone looked around in confusion.
“Good,” Rickard whispered.
“Rickard, what do I do?” Michael asked.
“You have to control the sound Michael. Focus on keeping it at a bearable level!” Rickard continued to whisper.
Soon the sound returned in the room.
“Okay...I think I got it. Was it like that for you when your mutation first activated?” Michael asked standing up.
“No, my power was weak at first but over time it got stronger.”
“That's the problem, our powers have had time to grow stronger and more dangerous. We dealing with each other’s abilities at the height of their power,” Franziska said.
“Which makes this all the more dangerous,” Jacob said.
“MaybeweshouldcalltheX-Menandhavethemhelpus?” Angie suggested.
“Anybody catch that?” Jacob asked.
“She said we should call the X-Men and have them help us,” Devin said still in wendigo form.
“You heard all that?” Wayne asked.
“Dude I speak speed,” Devin replied with a grin.
“If the X-Men come here what’s to stop them from being effected by Jericho’s power?” Franziska asked.
“She's right, we need to handle this on our own,” Wayne responded
“Devin, can you turn back?” Rickard asked.
“I don't know how.”
“Just think happy thoughts. Something that makes you feel calm and happy,” Jacob said.
Devin thought for a moment then he closed his eyes. He began to shrink and the fur receded into his skin.
When he was human again he threw his hands victoriously in the air. “I did it!”
“And your naked,” Franziska said looking away.
Since Devin wasn't wearing the team’s special uniforms made from unstable molecules his cloths were destroyed when he transformed into a wendigo.
“Oh crap!” Devin said and quickly covered himself.
Angie ran out of the room and a moment later was back with some cloths for him.
“Thanks Angie,” he said.
“You’re welcome.”
She spoke with great effort, as if she had to force herself to slow down.
“Jericho, can you try and switch our powers back?” Michael asked.
“I need time. It takes a lot out of me to do it,” he said.
“Then let’s give him some time to catch his breath. Who knows, maybe this will be fun. I mean, it might be fun to use different powers,” Franziska suggested.
“Says the girl who can walk,” Devin said bitterly.
“Wayne, heal him!” Michael said.
“Me?” Wayne asked.
“If you have my power you can heal him!”
“Or incinerate him,” Jacob said.
Everyone turned to glare at him.
“Are you all looking at me?” he asked. He squinted his eyes. “I think you’re looking at me...yeah you're looking at me. Damn Wayne this sucks!”
“It's not so bad once you get used to is,” Wayne said.
“I don't want to get incinerated!” Devin yelled.
“You won't,” Michael said gently.
He walked over and helped Devin sit on another chair. He waved Wayne over.
“My power to heal is about compassion, empathy, love. Do you want to help Devin?” Michael asked Wayne.
“Of course, he's my best friend,” Wayne said.
“Bro!” Devin said with a sappy grin.
Michael took Wayne's hand and placed it on Devin's shoulder.
“Then focus on that. Focus on your desire to help Devin. Focus on your bond with him. Your desire to help another.”
Wayne did as Michael said. He really did want to help Devin. He knew what it was like to lose a part of yourself. When his secondary mutation kicked in he lost his sight.
But without his power Devin could not walk.
Wayne could not imagine what kind of hell it must be like to be bursting with energy like Devin, but being unable to move around.
His hand began to glow white and Devin's legs began to move.
“It's working!” Devin said excitedly.
When Wayne's hand stopped glowing Devin sat up. “I...I'm cured!”
“Good job Wayne,” Michael said proudly.
“I thought I was cured of my disease when I got my powers, I guess my ability was the only thing keeping it back,” Devin said.
“Okay. Jericho, you stay in the medical ward and get some sleep. Eve will monitor your vitals. The rest of us will go train in the training room and try and learn how to control our...each other’s power,” Michael said.

“Are you sure you want to do this X?” Logan asked.
“I have to do this,” she replied.
They were in the X-Brig on Utopia where they kept inmates in a virtual world where they could do no harm while their bodies were kept under watch.
Hank was getting a chair ready for X so she could speak with Blut.
“I don't know why you need to talk to him Laura,” Logan continued to argue with her.
“He betrayed me Logan. We were partners and he sold me out. I want to hear from his own lips why he did it!” Laura growled.
Hank observed the pair and let out a sigh. Laura was a female clone of Logan, seeing them glaring at one another with the same posture and expressions was very odd.
When X-23 said she wanted to speak with Blut, Logan had been vehemently against the idea, even if the conversation was to be held in a virtual setting he did not want her anywhere near the Blood King.
Scott was on Logan's side, but Emma convinced him to let her talk to Blut. As a telepath (and having a masters in psychology) she thought it would be healthy for X-23 to confront Blut for his crimes.
“Let the girl get some closure,” she had said.
“He's a monster Laura, it's what they do! Trust me, I have been stabbed in the back many times by people I trusted,” Logan said.
“If he is a monster so am I!” Laura argued.
“No you’re not! You need to stop thinking that!”
“We were both made to be killers!”
“Yeah but you escaped! You wanted to be free! He didn't!” Logan pointed a finger at Blut's unconscious form. “That thing is no better than Creed or Raven!”
“I need to understand him Logan. Because I need to know why he wants to be nothing more than a weapon! What is the difference between him and me? I killed people Logan! I murdered people because I was told to! Just like Blut!”
“There is no point in trying to understand him Laura! Some people....they just can't be helped.”
“I still need to do this. When I infiltrated the Facility...Blut and I just...understood one another. We were both made to kill. We were both trained the same way. But he seemed to thrive in it all. But he was tired of being controlled, he wanted to be free. I thought if I helped him escape and show him there was more to life then what we were made for maybe he could change.”
“You’re not responsible for him Laura. He made his own choices,” Logan said.
“And now I am making the choice to speak with him. So just accept it Logan. Blut did me wrong and I will get answers from him, even if I have to rip them out of him!”
“Well since you will be in a virtual world any damage you inflict won’t actually harm him,” Hank said.
They both ignored him.
She walked over to the chair and sat on it.
“This is between me and him Logan. Now piss off and leave me be!” she looked to Hank and nodded. “Hook me up.”
Hank put the helmet on her head. “Just relax. We'll be monitoring you so when you are ready to leave just let us know.”
“Thank you. Glad someone around here can offer some support!”
“Now you listen here-”
Before Logan could finish Hank activated the device and Laura was sent to the virtual world.
Logan let out an angry snarl.
“Mouthy, disrespectful little brat!”
“Must be genetic,” Hank said with a chuckle.
“I knew I should have cut the little bastards head off!” Logan said glaring at Blut's body.
“We are about giving second chances and all Logan. He did well for a time.”
And then he turned on Laura. We should have left him with Apocalypse. He belongs with the monsters. Not with us!”
“Logan you have to understand. Blut and Laura are two sides of the same coin. He is to her what you are to Sabertooth.”
“Bullshit!” Logan spat.
“They were both made by an evil group to be raised as heartless killing machines. Only she chose a better life and he embraced his role. Sound familiar?”
Logan ground his teeth together. “I see it, doesn't mean I have to like it.”

Laura found herself in what appeared to be a young man's room.
There were posters on the wall of famous sports players and action heroes.
Blut sat on a bed drawing with crayons. Every time he finished he would toss the finished drawing onto the floor and begin again.
She bent down and picked up one of the drawings. It showed the X-Men all torn to pieces with Blut in the center with a smile on his face.
“Hello X,” Blut said with a smile. “Like it? I made more. Just some ideas for when I get out.”
Almost an hour later the Champions were in the training room.
It was just like the X-Men's danger room only far more advanced.
They had been practicing their powers. Angie was still having self-control issues and was getting frustrated having to stay so calm and patient.
Jacob was getting better to use sound to see and enjoyed his other enhanced senses.
Devin had turned into several mythical animals, Wayne was using angel fire, Franziska was trying to get used to the vertigo of using Angie's power, Rickard was getting better at telepathy and Michael was having an easier time controlling sounds.
“Good job everyone!” Michael said. “I think we have made good progress.”
“Dude, your angel fire is so bad ass!” Wayne said holding up his hands which were glowing white.
“And I am getting better at using Rickard's power,” Michael said using his power to make beautiful music.
“Don't get used to it guys. Once Jericho feels better were going to try and do this again,” Angie said.
“I'm not complaining. It's nice being able to make beautiful music,” Michael said. “Hey check this out!”
He raised his arms like the conductor of a choir and all of a sudden the song Hallelujah started to play.
“Could you turn it down?” Angie asked covering her ears.
“For real!” Jacob said covering his own ears.
“Sorry!” Michael said and he quickly made the music stop and the music ended.
“Guys, whatifwe don't get it right thenexttime?” Angie asked struggling to talk slow.
“What do you mean?” Devin asked.
“She means when we have Jericho try and switch our powers back,” Rickard said.
“What if instead of shoving the marbles down Jericho’s throat we try and eat them ourselves?” Rickard suggested.
“Seems a better idea then just letting it randomly happen. It takes a lot out of Jericho,” Wayne said.
“I think this is a good thing,” Franziska said. “I mean, now that we have switched powers we can bond better.”
“No offense but I think I would have preferred bonding without looking like the bastard son of Dracula,” Jacob said.
“Hey!” Wayne said with indignation.
“Sorry dude,” Jacob said.
“So, should we be worried?” Angie asked.
“About what?” Rickard asked.
“AboutwhatStrange said aboutAzazel.”
Michael frowned. “I hoped we would never see him again. He changed the whole of history. Created a world filled with oppression and pain. If the Empyreal Spirits hadn't helped me then...”
Rickard and Wayne picked up on his thoughts. They could see his memories of that dark world and both shuddered.
“But who could be strong enough to get Azazel un-stuck from time?” Jacob asked.
“Strange said he had a list of possible candidates,” Devin said.
“But why take Abyss?” Franziska asked. “Apocalypse already had him brainwashed.”
“Maybe Azazel wanted to free him from Apocalypse's control,” Wayne suggested.
“Azazel is far from father of the year. If he took Abyss it is not out of paternal love,” Rickard said.
Just then Devin's phone went off.
“Sorry, it's an alert from one of the hero sites I am a member of.” just then his phone made several more chimes and pings and he frowned. “Jeez, something big must be going on. Every hero site I have an account for is sending out alert.”
“What is going on?” Jake asked.
Devin's eyes widened in shock.
“HOLY CRAP!” Devin yelled.
“Whatisit?” Angie asked running up behind him. Her eyes widened as she looked at the screen. “HOLYCRAP!”
The others quickly moved closer to Devin to see his cellphone.
“Guys, some woman is claiming Thor knocked her up!” Devin said.
“What a croc, you know how many skanks come forward every year saying Tony Stark is their baby daddy,” Wayne said.
“Today a woman by the name of Cynthia Freemen claimed to be pregnant with the so called god of thunders twin babies. Not even an hour later Thor made a public statement claiming to be the father!”
Eveyone gasped.
“Daaaamn,” Jake said.
“Of all the Avengers I didn't think he would be involved in something sordid like this,” Franziska said.
Devin then began to play a few videos. The first showing Cynthia with her lawyer speaking out, demanding Thor come forward and accept responsibility. The others showed Thor saying he was the father. Apparently he had one to many pints of mead.
Then there were the videos of people’s reactions.
“Man, the media is going to tear him up!” Rickard said. “He is one of the original Avengers and one of the world’s best heroes!”
Just then the phone began to make more notification alerts.
“Now what?” Devin asked.
“I can answer that one,” Eve answered. “News reports are coming in. Apparently a group of known Asgardians appeared to kidnap Cynthia and arrest Thor. They both fled.”
“Asgardians?” Michael asked.
“Among them were the Warriors Three and Lady Sif,” Eve confirmed.
“Wait isn't Sif Thor's on again off again girlfriend?” Michael asked.
“Better hope she doesn't have a gun,” Jake said rubbing his backside.
“Why would Thor's own people want to arrest him?” Wayne asked. “Is there some law about humans and Asgardians not being allowed to have kids?”
“Are you kidding?” Rickard asked. “There are plenty legends of the gods of Asgard having demigod offspring.”
“So why is this so different?” Devin asked.
“My sensors are detecting odd weather phenomenon not too far from here,” Eve said.
“Should we maybe check and see?” Michael asked.
“Forgetting the fact we are talking about gods,” Rickard said and made a motion to the group. “We just switched powers.”
“But we got a handle on things. Besides, all we would have to do is grab Thor and his baby mama and be gone,” Devin said.
Michael looked to Rickard. “What do you think?”
“Although I think it is not wise to go given our situation I don't think we can ignore someone who is in danger,” Rickard said.
“Especially when it is Thor man!” Devin said excitedly.
“Yes heis dreamy,” Angie said.
“Mmm, yes he is,” Franziska said.

“You're not getting out of here Blut. At least until you are rehabilitated,” Laura said.
“Pfft, you said like Frost-Blut began to mimic Emma's tone and behavior- You've been a naughty boy Blut. So for the time being were going to keep you here until you are ready to be a responsible and productive member of society.”
He held up a picture of Emma in her diamond form.
“I always wanted to know if my blood could cut through her when she is shiny. I am sure your blades could slice her up good what with them being adamantium and all. I bet you could make a fortune selling her bits to some pawn shop.”
He continued to draw more horrific drawings of death a destruction.
“I'd offer you something to eat but seeing how none of this is real it doesn't matter does it. Quick question though, how are they feeding me?”
“IV's sending direct nutrients into your system,” Laura replied.
“So how do I go to the bathroom?”
“A special cocktail. No waste.”
“That's good. Last thing I need to think about is someone wiping my-”
“We need to talk Blut,” she said interrupting him.
“We are talking. You me, here all alone talking in this stupid, boring virtual world!”
Suddenly he jumped up and began to wreck the room. Laura merely stood there and watched him as he destroyed everything.
“I hate this room! I hate this world! It's too damn bright! To many colors! I wanted a nice room is that too much to ask!”
He finally stopped and walked back to his bed.
All the damage in the room fixed itself. Dissolving into pixels and reappearing undamaged.
“I hate it! I hate this place! But Frost says a nice normal environment will be good for my rehabilitation. Bitch just made it like this because she knows how much I hate it!”
“It's a bitch to be a prisoner huh?” Laura asked.
He glared at her. “Come to gloat have you?”
“You know why I am here Blut. I want to know why.”
“Really X” Blut asked looked exasperated. “That's what you want to know? Didn't we already go over this?”
“Your answer wasn't good enough,” she said stepping closer to him.
“Then how about this, I betrayed you because I am a monster?”
Suddenly he jumped at her, they both fell to the floor with him on top of her. The normally childish expression he wore was now replaced by that of a wild, hungry animal.
Laura knew he could no more hurt her then she could hurt him as long as they were in this world. Yet she still felt the instinct to bring out her claws and turn him into bloody ribbons.
“And I love killing!” he raised his hand and clenched his fist. “I love the look of fear on a man’s face when he sees me turn my own blood into a weapon! I love the scream a woman when she sees me covered in gore, I love the sound of flesh being sheered and the sound of bones being shattered. I love feeling the blood of my foe hitting me on the face!”
He leaned in close to her face and sneered at her. “Is that a good enough answer?”
She brought her knee up and pushed him off her. He fell back and Laura jumped to her feet.
“I may not be able to actually hurt you. But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy kicking your ass!” she growled.
Blut grinned. “That's my-”
Before he could respond she jumped forward and kicked him on the face.

“God save me!”
“What do you think I am trying to do woman!” Thor said as he fought.
He held up his hammer Mjolnir and began to spin it around. Lightning clouds formed in the sky and several bolts fell and struck several Asgardians.
Lady Sif held up her sword and managed to block one of the bolts.
“Stand down Thor!” she yelled.
“I cannot do that Sif!” Thor responded.
“We have our orders Thor, you and the girl must come with us!” Hogun said raising his mace up defensively.
“You know why we have to do this old friend. Your children are a threat to us all,” Fandral said raising his sword with reluctance.
“See reason Thor. There is no reason this has to get any worse,” Volstagg said.
“This woman carries my sons. I must protect her and them,” Thor said spinning his hammer.
Just then the Champions appeared around Thor.
“Oh snap,” Wayne said looking around.
“Who be thee?” Thor asked.
“We be friends,” Michael said placing a communicator on the pregnant woman.
“Here you go,” Franziska said handing one to Thor.
“What is this?” Thor asked looking at the device.
“Eve,” Rickard said.
The whole group disappeared leaving a group of bewildered Asgardians behind.
“What just happened?” Volstagg asked.
“Interference, that's what,” Sif said.

“Oh my gosh Thor this place is like, amazing!” Cynthia said as they walked through the halls of the Ark.
“Is it a good idea to have a thunder god here with Jericho going all haywire?” Jacob whispered to Rickard.
“He is staying in his room,” Rickard whispered back.
Cynthia latched herself onto Thor's arm. “So like shouldn't we get married?” she asked. “Like I know we are running from your friends and all but we need to get married before I have the babies cause my family are really big on being married before you give birth.”
“Babies?” Angie asked.
Cynthia nodded. “I know right? But since Thor and I had sex twice I have twins!”
“That's not how it works you know,” Rickard said
“No see, all it takes is one time to make a baby. But we did it twice so I got two for the price of one!” she said excitedly.
“And they call me dumb,” Devin muttered.
“I like always dreamed about having a superhero for a boyfriend! I just can't believe I actually got Thor of all people to be my baby daddy!”
Thor looked like he was about to smash his head in with his hammer.
“But we need to talk because I am like Catholic and I don't think God would be like happy if you walked into his place. Especially since your Viking guys were raping and robbing all those millions of years ago.”
The Champions all shared a look.
“I am more than capable of entering a church,” Thor grumbled.
“Oh good, because we also need to get the babies baptized. Though since you’re a god maybe you can just pour some water on them yourself. Oh that reminds me like can you turn water into wine? If so that would make my mother like you a whole lot more.”
They finally arrived in the med bay. Cynthia looked around in wonder.
“Like oh my God this looks like something from Star Trek! Oh my God are we on a space ship?”
“Please sit!” Franziska said leading her to an examine table.
“So while you and Eve give our guest a quick check up we're going to talk to Thor,” Michael said.
“Why me?” Franziska asked.
“Not it!”
“Not it!”
“Not it!”
“Not it!”
“Not it!”
“Not it!”
The Champions all said this while touching their nose.
“Damn you all!” Franziska hissed.
While she went to check and make sure Cynthia and the babies were okay physically while the others talked to Thor.
“So, no offense dude but how did that happen?” Wayne asked pointing over to Cynthia who was currently talking Franziska’s ear off.
“Several months ago my father Odin entered his yearly slumber known as the Odin-sleep. The foes of Asgard did make a valiant effort to storm our home and kill him as he lay defenseless. But we kept them long enough for the High Father to join us in battle!”
Thor raised his fist and had a snarl on his face as he recalled the battle.
“We celebrated with ale and song and marry making and...after the seventh barrel of ale I somehow found myself in Midgard and made a very...very...very bad mistake.”
“Wait how did you even get to Earth if you were in Asgard?” Jacob asked.
“I grabbed a barrel of ale to bring to my comrades the Avengers and thrill them with tales of my bravery. The last thing I remember is using my hammer Mjolnir to travel to Midgard then next thing I know I am waking up in bed naked with that wench.”
“Okay so you made a mistake. Why are your people after you and your baby mama?” Devin asked.
“Have any of you heard of Ragnarök?” Thor asked.
“Isn't that the Norse doomsday prophecy?” Michael asked.
“Aye. In fact, it was more than a prophecy. It was a curse. For untold eons a group of entities called They-Who-Sit-In-Shadow had the Asgardians trapped in a cycle of life, death and rebirth. I don't know how they did it or when it first began. Ragnarök would happen and the gods would die, only to be reborn and start the process all over again with no memory of our old lives. While They Who Sit In Shadow fed on it all. The death, the destruction.”
“That is why your history is all messed up!” Angie said. “I mean the stories never mention the Warriors Three or the Enchantress or many of those other beings associated with you! I mean the myths say you are supposed to be a red head, not blonde!”
Thor nodded. “Indeed. None of the cycles were ever exactly the same. There were constants and variables. When last my people faced Ragnarök I hung myself from the world tree to gain the wisdom needed to stop it. Only to learn it's true purpose and put a stop to it once and for all. Now my people are free from Ragnarök. Or so I thought.”
“Have these shadow guys come back?” Rickard asked.
Thor shook his head. “No, deprived of the energies of Ragnarök they would starve. In some cycles I had children. Two sons. Módi and Magni.”
“The sons of Thor who survive Ragnarök,” Rickard said remembering the stories he read so many times growing up.
“Aye. In this cycle I had no children. But after I saved Asgard the Norns predicted that if I ever had sons of my own then Ragnarök would come to pass one last time. And this time there would be no re-birth.”
“It’s why your friends are after you!” Michael said.
“When my father Odin learned of this he decreed I could never have children with any woman. I myself swore an oath to remain celebrate. This was problematic as I was supposed to be his heir and since Angela is unable to take the throne the All-Father and the All-Mother recently had another child together. The new heir of Asgard, my half-sister Laussa.”
“Wait, who is Angela?” Rickard asked. “I don't remember an Angela from the stories.”
“My half-sister. The first born of Odin and Frigga,” Thor said looking a little stone faced. “She was born during the Asgardian war with the Angels.”
“Wait what?!” Michael said looking alarmed.
“The angels, a honorless race of winged bitches! The Queen of Heven stole my sister who was still fresh from the womb and when my father refused to give into her demands she stabbed her. But my sister by grace survived and one decent angel took her into her home and heart and raised her in secret. Though if Odin knew this beforehand he would not have banished the wenches from Yggdrasil.”
“I...don't recall this from the stories,” Rickard said.
“Constants and variables,” Franziska reminded him.
Michael didn't know what to make of Thor's story. He wanted to ask more questions but decided to save them for later at a more appropriate time.
“I recently learned of her existence and in my quest to find her re-opened the path to the tenth realm. Angel is an Asgardian by blood but she was raised to be an angel. The sworn enemies of Asgard taught her well. When the Queen learned of her true bloodline she banished her from Heven.”
“And I thought my family was messed up,” Rickard said.
“So what will happen if you are captured?” Jacob asked.
“In order to keep Ragnarök at bay Cynthia and the babies will have to be killed. And as punishment for breaking my oath I will be banished from my home and to ensure I never risk the fate of the world I will be castrated,” Thor said.
“Your people would kill a pregnant woman!” Michael asked horrified at the very thought.
“Your people would chop off your junk?” Jacob asked.
“Shhh!” Jacob hissed and nodded his head to Cynthia.
“Sorry,” Michael said more quietly.
“I told her they want to keep us apart because she is human and I a god. She is very trusting,” Thor said.
“Why don't you call your team?” Rickard asked. “Maybe they can help.”
“Nay, this is my burden. In my drunken act of lust I have endangered my people and the worlds and must deal with this on my own.” He placed his hand on Rickard's shoulder. “I thank you. Clearly you are descended from the great explores of the north. But I cannot bring you into this.”
“Dude we can't let you do this on your own,” Devin said.
“You don't understand. Even now all-seeing Heimdall will see I am here and the others will soon come,” Thor explained.
“Maybe not. The Ark has mystical protections,” Angie said.
“Eve, does the Ark have a defense against...all seeing gods?” Michael asked.
Eve spoke from the speakers.
“Yes. Adonai has made sure all precautions were taken to ensure the Ark was kept hidden. I am more than certain that even if the Ark was somehow discovered than entering will prove to be more difficult. Ever since Blut I have worked diligently to improve our defenses.”
“Isn't there a way you can...I don't know, stop the cycle again?” Rickard asked.
“Yeah, if you were able to stop Ragnarök maybe you can change things again,” Wayne offered.
“The Norns are one of the incarnations of fate. Their word is law.”
“Not to sound like a total bitch but...are you sure the kids are yours?” Angie asked. “I know you slept with you but how do we know she wasn't seeing someone else before you?”
“My scans indicate they are of divine origin,” Eve said.
“Well there goes that idea,” Angie sighed.
“I am however detecting that despite the fact that the twins are of otherworldly origin they are not Thor's children.”
“WHAT?!” the whole group shouted in shock.
“Like what’s going on?” Cynthia asked.
“Umm....nothing!” Michael said.
Franziska looked at her team, but they were giving her a look telling her they would explain later.
“Eve what do you mean the twins are not Thor's?” Wayne whispered.
“Deities despite having different strands of DNA are compatible enough to procreate with mortals. Their genetic structure is similar enough for me to compare Thor's signature with the unborn children is not a match.”
“So... someone else knocked her up?” Devin asked nodding to Cynthia (who was still talking to Franziska...a lot)
“But who?” Michael asked.
“And why?” Wayne asked.
“And who would be so twisted to impregnate a woman to frame Thor?” Devin asked.
“I think we need to ask Cynthia,” Angie said.
“Not it!” they all said quickly touching their nose.
Angie rolled her eyes. “I mean maybe someone with telepathic powers needs to scan her brain. See if we can learn something from her memories. And since Wayne and Rickard are now telepaths-”
“Not it!” Wayne said touching his nose.
“Damn it!” Rickard cursed.
“Maybe we shouldn't. I mean.... she barely has a brain to begin with,” Jacob said.
“Exactly, it shouldn't be hard at all to go through her brain and see what she remembers,” Angie said.
“Judge the maiden not too harshly. She is but a victim in a nefarious plot. I will find the one responsible for this and make him pay. Both for trying to frame me. And for violating fair Cynthia. Mark my words, there will be a reckoning!”
Thor held up his hammer, a cold look of righteous fury blazed in his eyes.
“So... not be change the topic but can I try and lift your hammer?” Devin asked.
“Not the time Devin,” Angie said giving him a stern look.

Deep in the halls of Asgard, Lady Sif and the Warriors Three knelt before Odin who sat on his throne.
“Forgive us All-Father. We failed you,” Sif said.
Odin let out a deep sigh. “I admit, a part of me is glad you did. I do not wish to harm my own blood. But for the sake of our people I must do what no man should have to do.”
He stood up. The two ravens that sat perched above his throne watched silently as he began to walk down the steps.
“It comes of no surprise that the Midgardians would come to Thors aid. He has been their champion for many years. But it is surprising they can blind even Heimdall to his location. This means we will have to look for him the old fashioned way.”
“We will find him lord,” Hogun said grimly.
“Aye. Because you will have the air of a huntress who has never failed to find her prey. A warrior woman of my blood. But raised by one of our most hated foes.”
“You can't possibly mean her!” Volstagg said looking aghast.
They all looked at Odin with shock.
His gaze shifted behind them and they all turned to see they were not alone in the throne room.
“Hello All-Father. I have arrived.”
Angela, the lost daughter of Odin walked into the throne room. A vision of beauty, grace and pure lethal skill. She wore golden armor adorned with several blades, carrying her staff and her psychic ribbons floated around her.
“Now, let us discuss the terms of my payment. Hunting down a wayward thunder god and his mortal lover will be a high price. And sadly there is no family discount.”
Unlike the others she did not kneel before Odin. He may be her father but he was not her king. And he was not paying her to serve, but to hunt.
“My lord I must protest!” Sif said standing up and glaring at Angela. She pointed her finger at the huntress. “She may be your daughter but she was raised by the Angels. We can't trust her.”
“Trust is something that can be bought for my kind. And since the Odinson had not a coin to his name my services are bound to the All-Father,” Angela said.
“Aye. And payment you shall receive, once you have brought me Thor and the mother of his children,” Odin said.
“Would it not be more practical to just have me finish them myself?” Angela asked.
“Hold your tongue woman!” Fandral said angrily. “That woman carries your brother’s children!”
“So?” she asked.
“Enough!” Odin's voice boomed throughout the throne room. “I will be the one to bear this sin. Though it pains me to do it. I will not let no one, even my wayward daughter, live with such a disgrace.”
He turned to look at Sif.
“Take her to where you last saw Thor. And if these heroes stand in your way, cut them down.”

Fusedtwilight: Just so you all know, I am a major Angela fan. At first I was iffy about them making her Thor's long lost half-sister but then I liked how they write her origin and I love her comic. Next chapter the Champions must find out who is setting Thor up and face the wrath of Asgard and Angela. Please review.
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