Kree Thor Part IV

The Nega-Band.

Powerful relics of the Kree Empire that grant the wielder immense power. Yet Thor felt that such a general statement did little to captivate the true depths of the power that the Nega-Bands possessed. He had only just gotten his hands upon them, testing the basics of them within the bowels of the Acanti that the Citadel of Thor's used as a means of transportation.

Nothing major, certainly nothing that could damage that Acanti, but he still practised with them. The magical energy within the Xorr Jewel he used was certainly great and had definitely given him a boost. However, compared to what the Nega-Bands gifted him with, it was like comparing night and day.

"You were right," Stront-Thor said, coming to sit down beside him, body slowly beginning to recover from the severe beating he had been dealt. Mak-Thor was no better, actually slumbering as to allow his body to recover. "Those Nega-Bands, they're powerful."

"So you agree that taking this risk was worth it?" Thor asked and reluctantly Stront-Thor nodded his head.

"Yes, I do." Smiling, Thor turned back, tensing his fingers as he slowly manipulated the energy within the Nega-Bands to form a shield around in front of him. Then it shifted, numerous weapons such as swords and others forming before eventually creating a replica of Mjolnir. He reached out, one hand grasping the handle, but found his smile slipping away as he felt the energy construct in his hand. "It doesn't feel right, does it?"

Thor shook his head. "No."

"It lacks the weight, the power, the history that Mjolnir had," Stront-Thor said in a way that he understood perfectly. "It may look like Mjolnir, but it is also not Mjolnir."

Thor turned to him. "Is this why you don't wield any weapons?"

"One of them, yes." He agreed. "You'll find that not many Thor's do in this day and age. Even though most are trained to wield all sorts of weapons, they lack the majesty of the weapons of Asgard. The history that is engraved upon them, the history you can feel from within them, no weapon can come too close to recreating that. It makes every other weapon feel dead and lifeless."

Dismissing the energy construct, Thor then reached down to his side where he had dropped something in cloth. Pulling it away, the inside of the Acanti was then filled with an unearthly blue glow as he picked up the cube.

"What is that?" Stront-Thor asked in shock.

"I don't know." He replied. "But can't you feel it. In comparison to Mjolnir and the weapons of Asgard, this is on a completely different level. It's like, the Sword of Ragnarok."

The Sword of Ragnarok, also known as the Oversword or the Odinsword was the greatest weapon in all of Asgard. A weapon that Odin had told all Thor's that if ever unsheathed, would mean the end of the universe was at hand. This weapon possessed immense power on a scale never seen from any weapon ever crafted in Asgard.

One so deeply buried within the Vaults of the Golden City, so heavily guarded that Thor had only laid eyes upon it twice in his life. Once when he had been but a child, when Odin told him the tale of the sword. The second was when Odin marched to war, Tyr wielding this blade in the final battle against Ymir and Surtur alongside Odin who wielded the Heavenly Spear, Gungnir.

"I cannot sense the depths of that power, was that upon the ship?" Thor nodded his head in response to the question. "Then this is why the Kree responded so quickly to the attack."

"What is it though?" Thor wondered, Stront-Thor himself having no answers. Neither had come across anything like it before, but both could sense the power coming from within it. 'If only I could wield your power, then I could regain my old power, no I could go beyond it. But how? How do I use it?'

As soon as those thoughts crossed his mind, the light from the cube grew brighter and brighter till it became blinding. Both Stront-Thor and Thor turned away, the latter even dropping the cube in an attempt to block the light. Yet the cube did not fall to the ground, instead, it floated, seemingly spinning rapidly. Thor himself felt something strange at that moment, his skin began to burn, his mind becoming overwhelmed by a sensation of something indescribable. It grow stronger and stronger, his body feeling like it was breaking apart, bones shattered and rebuilding, muscles bursting and knitting themselves back together.

He cried out, brain going blank as he collapsed backwards; unconscious.

The light also died down at that moment, the cube dropping to the ground, no longer glowing with that same unearthly glow, though it still glowed lightly. Stront-Thor and the newly awakened Mak-Thor also looked, first to the cube, but then froze upon seeing what had happened to Thor.

Gone was the blue-skinned and small figure of the Kree.

In its place was the tall, muscular form of Thor Odinson, his blonde hair short and his body radiating strength. "What the fuck?" Mak-Thor exclaimed, rising up onto all fours as he laid eyes upon this change.

Stront-Thor equally had no answers. 'How did this happen?' His eyes then trailed towards the cube upon the floor. 'Did he learn how to wield its power in such a short space of time?'

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Fixing the Nega-Bands to his much thicker wrists, Thor breathed in deeply. It was strange, to feel the power within him, it reminded him exactly like that of the power he once wielded when marching to battle against Fenrir and Jörmungandr. The pulsating power of the storms just itching to be released, scratching at the surface and begging to be unleashed upon his enemies.

Not only that, but the strength he felt within his body.

The tightness of his muscles, the weight of his bones, all things that in the past he had never noticed. But from his time within the body of a Kree, the insurmountable difference became obvious to the point it was almost distracting.

"Thor, they're ready," Stront-Thor said, coming up to his side, cube held in one hand.

Nodding his head, Thor took his newly crafted armour, his previous one destroyed in the process of his body restructuring. He would have needed a new one also, the previous one far too small for his much taller and bulkier frame.

Much like all armours worn by the Thor's from the citadel, it looked to be of similar design to that of Asgardian armour. Though, it was of far lesser craftsmanship as well as lesser materials. However, the design itself was near spot on to his previous armour. In the centre of which, lay the Xorr Jewel he had been gifted with upon entering into the Citadel.

"Then let's begin," Thor replied, turning around to look upon the dozens of Thor's all gathered within the Acanti. It was not the full force of the Citadel, a few more Thor's away on missions. However, the vast majority were all gathered here, each prepared to give their lives to save Asgard. "We set course for Asgard and an end to the reign of those who hide in shadows! Asgard shall be free! Free to march to its final ending of Ragnarök as it so pleases! But first, we must be the monsters that descend from the stars! We will not be remembered as heroes, but every one of us shall know it is true! We will be the true saviours of Asgard!"