An Unexpected Transmission

A moan escaped a man's lips as his consciousness slowly came to. His head made it seem like it was been split open by a sledgehammer, making him groan even more. He reluctantly opened his eyes, his sight losing and gaining focus in a worrying manner.

"Where am I?" he asked out loud only to hear his voice was a magnetically deep and slightly hoarse. He touched his throat in surprise and in the process, he saw his hand, a huge, almost hairless hand, slightly tanned and very beefy.

"This is not Dr Manhattan's hand!" he said, more like exclaimed. Somehow, he found that his overall reaction to this was quite...bland. "My emotions have been dampened." This realization would have made him feel... angry? Sad? Disappointment? What was the proper emotion, he wondered.

"Looks like even you can grieve," an abnoxious voice said from behind him. The voice made him clench his fist with the first thought been to punch him so hard thunder would be deafened by the impact.

'Why did I think of that?' he asked himself in surprise. Yes, that's the emotion he was feeling; surprise. He got off the stool he was seated on and turned around, only for the counter he was leaning on to splinter and break, almost making him fall.

"Sorry about that," he said in a carefree manner to no one in particular before looking at the person who spoke to him.

'Is that Heimdall from the god of war Ragnarok game?' he asked in wonder. Heimdall was a short, to him almost everyone was short, lean man in braided dark hair, wearing blue robes that made him look legal. On his face was a look of surprise as his eyes shone in turquoise.

"Looks like you finally became braindead, oh Great Thor," Heimdall mocked him. The reason been, he had tried to read his mind and probably revel at the sorrow this brute of a god felt at the loss of his sons, but he couldn't do so. In all his years, probably only Odin or Freyja could have stopped his innate ability from invading their mind, so he immediately thought that Thor was still in shock of his sons' deaths, thus his blank mind.

Alex on the other hand, looked at Heimdall in shock. This was because he could actually see his future! It was like following him in a third perspective all the way to when Kratos would kill him. But, this Kratos did not look like the Kratos in the game due to how beaten up and weary he looked. His brutal beat down on this pompous ass looked raw...barely holding back. As soon as that vision was gone, Alex immediately knew something.

'It seems I am in the God Of War universe as Thor Odinson,' he thought.

The last thing he remembered was how he died. Due to a negligent tenant, a fire was started that slowly spread throughout the apartment building. He died of oxygen deprivation, something he was glad of, instead of been roasted alive. After his death, he found himself in front of a ROB who told him he was absolutely bored and this wanted some kind of entertainment, this picking him.

Being asked for a wish, he asked for Dr Manhattan's powers and abilities. In exchange, he would really be reincarnated as Dr Manhattan, which wouldn't really be a bad idea. The blue hunk of a superhero was probably the most overpowered superhero in DC and he was all for it. Been able to create universes at a whim, been so powerful his very actions would jeopardize the multiverses, he was all up for it.

So, armed with the knowledge that he was going to be reincarnated as Dr Manhattan, he was sent away. Only, something happened that he didn't know what. He remembered feeling like he was knocked off course by...A blue glowing hand! He didn't know what to feel. He was actually stopped from been reincarnated as Dr Manhattan by...Dr Manhattan himself!

'So here I am, in the God of War Universe as Thor Odinson, the Him god. Good thing I have the power of Dr Manhattan, otherwise Kratos would really make short work of my inexperienced ass,' he thought with relief.

"What are you standing there been dazed for?" Heimdall asked with an unpleasant scowl. "The All Father demands your presence, now!" Alex looked at him with a small frown on his rugged face.

"I smell shit in your breath," he said expressionlessly before a small smirk appeared on his face. "Ahh, must be because you just came from kissing ass." (A/N: It's weak, I know.) Heimdall's face showed so many passing emotions Alex thought he was a shape shifter. Then, with a furious roar, dove towards him, right out stretched back for a punch.

'He seems so slow!' Alex thought as he followed him with his eyes. Thor was a great warrior, so great that even now, when he wasn't in control, Alex could feel his body about to react to Heimdall's actions. He instinctively knew what to do in order to end this fight quickly. But, he wanted to prove a point to this pompous little bastard; that this is a new Thor, a Thor that will expect nothing but his utmost terror when looking at him. So, he stood still and Heimdall landed a rather heavy punch on his face that made the ground below his feet crack and rumble, along with his hand. A miserable shriek shook the whole tavern, waking up the drunkard Einharjars who immediately shirked away after seeing who it was. Alex on the other hand was feeling pity. He had forgotten that be now had absolute invulnerability and Heimdall's broken hand was the result of it.

"Poor Heimdall, puny Heimdall, when will you ever know your place," Alex said in a low but menacing voice that sent chills down and Heimdall's spine. Alex kicked the god, like a soccer ball, so hard the air rippled, sending him flying through the tavern's wall, sprawling outside like a smooth rock on a lake's surface.

Alex turned to the broken counter walked past it, picked up a jar of mead , tied it behind him then walked towards the barely conscious Heimdall, breaking the wall even more because his figure couldn't fit in the hole Heimdall created.

"So, let me show you where you truly belong," Thor said as his left foot stepped on Heimdall's head and started pushing it downwards.

"This, this is where you belong; beneath my foot, scowling up at me with hatred but having no power to change your fate," Alex said before a sadistic and predatory smile adorned his face. "It's so easy to kill you, a little more force and your head will explode, like an overripe fruit in the sun. So few would mourn you and no one will remember you after a night of celebrating your life. You are so inconsequential in the grand schemes of Odin he doesn't need to guide you to your own death. You will gladly suck his dick if it means dying for his approval." All the while, Alex was pressing harder onto his head, making the god do nothing but whimper and glare hatefully, while his bones creaked and moaned.

CAW!!!

"Seems like your dick riding days are not over," Alex said as he looked at an ethereal crow flying towards them. He let go of Heimdall, smiling at his hateful look. "Looks like I will need to train you more later. There's no enough hatred in those eyes. See you soon, Heimdall." Out of habit, he snapped his fingers and Mjolnir flew out of the tavern and onto his awaiting left hand.

'Smooth,' Alex thought as he looked at the almighty hammer then walked away.