Thunderous Fate (Thor x reader) || Record of Ragnarok

Chapter Two: Bound by Bargain

As I raced through the streets of my home, my heart hammered in my chest at the sight of the chaos unfolding before me. 

Nordic troops lined the cobblestone roads, their presence cast a menacing shadow over my once peaceful home. With horror, I watched as they brutalized the men of the village, from the eldest elders to the youngest boys, their faces contorted with malicious glee. 

I felt my legs tremble as I witnessed the women being separated from their loved ones, their cries of anguish echoing through the air. The young women, in particular, bore the brunt of the soldiers cruelty, their faces pale with fear as they were subjected to the soldiers leering gazes and taunting words. 

But it was the sight of the village elders, lined up in front of the town square like lambs to the slaughter, that sent a cold shiver down my spine. 

They are the pillars of my community, the wise and revered leaders who had guided Fjellheim through times of peace and plenty. And now, they stood before us, their faces etched with resignation as the Nordic soldiers taunted and jeered at them. 

I felt a surge of anger rise within me, a primal instinct urging me to intervene before it was too late. 

This is my home, my sanctuary, and I will not stand idly by as it is torn apart by violence and hatred. 

With a deep breath to steady my nerves, I stepped forward, my voice trembling with defiance as I called out to the soldiers. 

"Stop!" I cried, my words resonating through the chaos. 

All eyes turned towards me, the townspeople and elders gasping in astonishment at my sudden appearance. But I paid them no mind, my focus locked on the soldier who stood before me, his sword raised high in a cruel mockery of justice. 

The soldier smirked maliciously at my approach, his eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement. He kicked one of the elders to the ground, his laughter echoing through the square. I met his gaze with steely determination, refusing to back down in the face of his taunts. 

"Did the Allfather send you here?" I demanded, my voice cutting through the air like a blade. 

The soldier's smirk widened into a cruel grin as he leaned in close. 

"That's none of your concern, woman." he sneered, his grip tightening on his sword. 

But I was undeterred, my mind racing with a plan born of desperation and resolve. 

"I have something to offer you." I declared, my voice steady despite the fear that gnawed at my insides. 

The soldiers erupted into laughter at my words, mocking me with cruel jibes and taunts. But I remained resolute, my hand reaching up to reveal the tattoo that adorned my arm—the ancient symbol of the Yggdrasil Healers. 

Silence slowly began to fall over the square as the soldiers beheld my tattoo, their laughter dying on their lips as realization dawned. 

According to the stories taught to me by Homura, the Yggdrasil Healers were legends, whispered among the shadows of divine history. And now, here stood one of their descendants, bearing the mark of the thought-to-be-extinct lineage for all to see. 

Then the captain of the troops stepped forward, his expression grave as he regarded me with newfound respect.

 "What is it that you offer, healer?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and wariness.

 I declared, my words echoing across the clearing. "Leave this town in peace, and you may take me with you." 

The soldiers exchanged wary glances, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. They had expected a fight, a struggle against the last remnants of what was thought to be an extinct clan. But now, faced with this unexpected offer, they hesitated.