Deviant Thor Part I

Victory.

Elation.

Triumph.

Despite everything coming crumbling down around him, Thor couldn't help but feel these emotions. It was the first time in his life he had experienced emotions on this scale, felt the blood and adrenaline coursing through his body, felt the pure exhaustion, both physically and mentally.

It was the first time in his life where he not only got to cut loose but got to fight. The first time he got to experience the outside world. Got to experience the feeling of near-death in a battle of epic proportions.

Ever since he was born, Thor had been hidden away from the world. Trained in secret by Odin, Thor only getting to watch as Asgard flourished and struggled. He only got to bare witness to their great battles and campaigns led by his brothers, Tyr, Baldur and Hermod. All the while he watched, hidden away from the world by his father and forced to train.

Never once released upon the world, never once getting to use his strength for the betterment of Asgard. He had never understood why.

Thor was strong, stronger than even the All-Father himself.

Had Odin been ashamed of him? Had he kept Thor hidden from the world purely because he did not love him and didn't want the world to look upon him, the disgrace? Thor had never known, his father never telling him, only forcing him to train brutally without rest.

It was only during Ragnarök after Odin was killed by the Jötnar, Surtur and Laufey that Thor abandoned his cave and struck out on the world. Arriving upon the battlefield and slaying the two Jötnar in quick succession. The Asgardian's rallied behind him, joining his charge across the Nine Realms as he slaughtered everything in his way, uncaring of the losses they suffered until eventually, only he remained.

Thor despite being ignored by all, remained the last living Aesir in all the Nine Realms. The Jötnar dead. The Elves and Dwarves, all dead. The Aesir and Vanir, dead to the last man, woman and child. He was the only one remaining and smiling, Thor collapsed to the ground, body frozen, cursed and burnt to a crisp. His accumulated injuries finally catching up to him as his heartbeat began to slow.

And before him, a beautiful woman took shape, pale hands reaching out as shadows lurched around him. The last thing he remembered, were her parting words.

"Save your people."

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He didn't know how many years had passed since his awakening. All Thor knew was that he was experiencing the same thing he had done as a child, hidden away from the world. At least this time he was not alone.

Hundreds of thousands of Deviants existed within the vast cities spanning across the entire underground cave systems. Each of the Deviants was new and unique in their appearance, similar only in their dissimilarity. Yet they all shared the same viewpoints, weakness was culled and strength was raised. Those with mutations were sacrificed to their Gods, the Celestials as offerings. Whether it be to beg forgiveness or to ask for a favour, it did not matter.

Those whose mutation were small, appearing almost similar to the humans above the ground, they were exiled at best, sent to live amongst the humans they so resembled. But in most cases, they were killed. Only those with unique abilities and powers were spared, trained up to be warriors used against rival Deviant factions that they ran into while expanding their underground cities.

'It's just like before.' Thor thought with a frown, hands clenching as he looked out from the cave entrance to the sun rising above the horizon. 'Nothings changed. I'm still kept hidden from the world, just for different reasons.'

Turning away as the sunlight began to creep up towards him, Thor made his way back down the cave. He passed by numerous Deviants, all of which snarled, their grotesque faces twisting into truly horrifying visages. But none did anything to him, they all feared him too much to do that. As was common amongst people such as the Deviants, fighting to establish the hierarchy was only natural.

Thor had proven himself time and time again, against both the new and old generations that he was the strongest. Their faction of Deviants may not be the largest, but here, Thor was King.

'Not this time. This time things will be different.' Thor told himself. 'I'll save my people, both of them. I'll lead the Deviants out of hiding and then I'll save Asgard. I can do what I want and no one can stop me. Odin can't stop me now. No one can.'

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The Midgardians, humanity, they were not worthy.

They did not understand hardship, the suffering they caused through their prejudiced views and actions. Anything that didn't remotely resemble them or was different in some way, they killed. Didn't matter if they were strong or weak, humanity killed them all the same.

Yet Thor didn't hate them nearly as much as he despised the Eternals. It was humanity that was the aggressors, Thor leading his people to an uninhabited piece of land near the cave to their underground city. Completely away from human existence and it had purely been luck, bad luck that led to them being discovered. They had done nothing to anger humanity despite his people wanting war, but humanity attacked all the same.

They had been defending themselves but of course, the Eternals didn't see it that way, driving them back into the caves whence they came. And because of this failure, Thor had been driven out.

Individually he was stronger than all Deviants.

But even he was not able to go an entire city of advanced weapon-wielding Deviants no matter how strong he was. He stood no chance and escaping with his life had been difficult and it angered him. None of them understood that this was the only way for their people to survive.

They were trapped between rival Deviant factions, much larger than their own on all sides. Expanding outwards was impossible without going to war against them, a war they would lose. Nor could they go any further down, the layers of Earth beneath them were too dangerous for their technology to allow them to safely expand. The only way for them to expand their city in order to survive was up.

None of them could see that though, none of them could understand it.

Odin had kept him locked away from the world, all he was able to do was watch his family, his people go about their daily lives without any context behind why. All he had was his thoughts and it was because of that lack of context, that he was able to see things in a way no one else could.

That was why he knew the reality of the society that the Deviants lived in and what they had to do in order to survive.

Trudging up the mountainside, Thor looked through the thick mat of red fur that covered his entire body. Large, powerful hands flexing in a need to do something before eventually lashing out, fingers digging deep into the rock at his side. He growled low in his throat before pulling, the rock formation cracking up and crumbling down as Thor ripped out the one stable piece of rock that held it upright.

Then with a shout, threw it with all his might, it shooting through the air, crushing trees before dropping into the nearby lake. Water splashed up before showering down on its surroundings, Thor breathing heavily.

Not from exertion, but from an attempt to restrain his overwhelming anger. 'None of them understand. I won't be contained again, I won't be locked away like some animal. I won't allow that to happen to anyone, not like I was. I'm better than them all and I won't just watch, I'll do something.'

"Impressive strength." Spinning around, Thor turned to see a number of figures stood before him. One incredibly large and muscular, metal armour covering his shoulders. The other three were much smaller, a woman clad in red with golden spikes attached to her arms. Another was slightly taller, a man with incredibly muscular arms that were disproportionate to the rest of his admittedly toned and muscular body. The final one was incredibly skinny with black beings pulsing out all over his body.

And behind them, was another figure, muscular and far more dangerous. He just exuded danger in a way that Thor hadn't felt in a long time.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"We're very much like you." The man at the back said. "I've been watching Earth for some time. Watching the Deviants that inhabit this world. I told them once to annihilate their rival species and they were doing, but once I left they seemed to have abandoned the goals I gave them. Such a disappointment. But you, you're different to the rest of your kind. You're stronger and smarter than them, you understand that the only way for Deviants to live is by getting rid of your rivals."

Silently, Thor watched the group warily, unsure of what to say or do. Before him, the five figures walked forwards, Thor, in turn, moving backwards in order to put greater distance between them. He was wary of them, he didn't know who they were or what their aim was so he wanted to keep them at a distance, just in case.

"I doubt that very much," Thor replied, hands once again beginning to flex. This time not out of restrained anger but as a means to prepare himself for a fight. "I'm very much unique."

"You're a Deviant, the superior evolution of the human race, just as I was for mine." The lead man continued. "I annihilated all the Eternals on my homeworld and have been trying to do the same on others, ensuring that Deviants could live freely so that we could prove ourselves to the Celestials that we are not flawed, but perfect. I came here many centuries ago, decades after the First Host left, convinced the Deviants to take up arms and they have stopped. They've allowed themselves to be pushed underground into hiding. I've learnt my lesson now, I won't stop until I see all Eternals dead personally."

The figure walked forwards, extending his hand out to Thor. "My name is Tantalus. I hear they call you Vingthor after you once smacked a lightning bolt to one side during your battle against the Eternals. Then Vingthor, I ask will you help bring Deviants to the top of the food chain. Free to do what they wish as the most dominant life form?"