Is it confidence or desperation that fills Thor's heart with such determination? Even he doesn't know anymore; all he knows is that this is their one last chance to make this right. Every last scrap of hope he has is poured into the vessel of his soul, at the center of his anger and anguish, the fires stoked higher with every step he takes into the darkness of the ship. A second chance that he won't squander as he did the last. Stormbreaker hums eagerly in his hand, blue lightning coiling up his arm in anticipation.
Soon, he tells the weapon, and it quiets like a predator on the hunt, waiting for its prey to come near.
He could be there in mere moments if he used the Bifrost, but for once, Thor does not want to make a dramatic entrance. He wants to sneak up on the Titan and slit his throat before he ever knows they are there, before he has a chance to snap his fingers and destroy even more precious lives long before their time. He has waited twenty-three days for this moment. He will not ruin it now, and throw away his only chance to bring back those who were lost.
The ship accelerates through the jumpgate in a brilliant streak of light, bringing them to the Garden which lies before them like a poisoned jewel, deceptively beautiful despite its danger. Danvers' recon takes little time at all, and the news that Thanos is entirely alone and undefended strikes a dark chord of satisfaction in Thor's heart. Cautious, of course, aware that even without his armies and weapons, the six Infinity Stones alone still make the Mad Titan nigh-unstoppable. But it is a sign of his arrogance, assuming there is no further use for such things.
They will teach him the error of their ways.
The plan is simple, and takes little discussion at all. Thor enters the hut in a blaze of righteous fury, taking in the sight of Thanos, choked and pinned by Danvers and Banner's Hulkbuster, his gauntleted arm stretched out helplessly. Perhaps not for long. Thor's own amputated arm throbs angrily in remembered agony, and relief and retribution bursting in his chest as he swings the axe and cleanly severs the Titan's arm at the elbow, sending the gauntlet dropping harmlessly to the floor with the arm still inside.
Never has Thor taken greater satisfaction in hearing someone's screams as Thanos cries out, and though Thor wants nothing more than to make him beg for mercy, he refuses to repeat the same mistake again. Not even now that they've secured their victory, and the only hope of returning the lives of trillions to the universe. He places the bloodied edge of his axe at Thanos' throat, metal fingers creaking from how tightly he grips Stormbreaker's haft, ready to end his life at the smallest twitch.
Behind him, he can hear Rocket scramble for the fallen gauntlet, turning it over with a metallic scrape. But instead of a shout of triumph, what he hears is a soft, quiet exclamation that sends ice through Thor's veins. "Oh no..."
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Soon, he tells the weapon, and it quiets like a predator on the hunt, waiting for its prey to come near.
He could be there in mere moments if he used the Bifrost, but for once, Thor does not want to make a dramatic entrance. He wants to sneak up on the Titan and slit his throat before he ever knows they are there, before he has a chance to snap his fingers and destroy even more precious lives long before their time. He has waited twenty-three days for this moment. He will not ruin it now, and throw away his only chance to bring back those who were lost.
The ship accelerates through the jumpgate in a brilliant streak of light, bringing them to the Garden which lies before them like a poisoned jewel, deceptively beautiful despite its danger. Danvers' recon takes little time at all, and the news that Thanos is entirely alone and undefended strikes a dark chord of satisfaction in Thor's heart. Cautious, of course, aware that even without his armies and weapons, the six Infinity Stones alone still make the Mad Titan nigh-unstoppable. But it is a sign of his arrogance, assuming there is no further use for such things.
They will teach him the error of their ways.
The plan is simple, and takes little discussion at all. Thor enters the hut in a blaze of righteous fury, taking in the sight of Thanos, choked and pinned by Danvers and Banner's Hulkbuster, his gauntleted arm stretched out helplessly. Perhaps not for long. Thor's own amputated arm throbs angrily in remembered agony, and relief and retribution bursting in his chest as he swings the axe and cleanly severs the Titan's arm at the elbow, sending the gauntlet dropping harmlessly to the floor with the arm still inside.
Never has Thor taken greater satisfaction in hearing someone's screams as Thanos cries out, and though Thor wants nothing more than to make him beg for mercy, he refuses to repeat the same mistake again. Not even now that they've secured their victory, and the only hope of returning the lives of trillions to the universe. He places the bloodied edge of his axe at Thanos' throat, metal fingers creaking from how tightly he grips Stormbreaker's haft, ready to end his life at the smallest twitch.
Behind him, he can hear Rocket scramble for the fallen gauntlet, turning it over with a metallic scrape. But instead of a shout of triumph, what he hears is a soft, quiet exclamation that sends ice through Thor's veins. "Oh no..."