Borr entered the tent and saw his grandson drinking mead, he didn't mind it and sat beside him, took a wooden cup and filled it with mead and began to drink. Swallowing a large amount of mead, he wiped his mouth with his arm and spoke with a cold tone. "The Greeks are up to something."
Thor wasn't surprised by this, even though they were useless, in these almost two years of war they had made the Greeks become true warriors, those who didn't become warriors died on Nordic blades.
"No matter what they do, they're going to die by our hands." Thor spoke with a slightly intoxicated tone, he looked at his grandfather with a cold look in his beautiful blue eyes. He had always been like this, always preferred to face head-on any conspiracy.
Borr agreed with his grandson's words, as he didn't seem worried about the war. He was an Almost-God King, except for the Big Three of Greece, there were no opponents on the battlefield. And although he thought this, the eyes of the God of Destruction couldn't help but become cautious.
Although there were no opponents capable of killing him, some could injure him severely, especially a siege of four or five Lord Gods like the twelve Gods of Olympus.
"I heard you've improved, that's good." Borr placed his hand on his grandson's shoulder and spoke with a smile, even his wife's death seemed to be diluted at that moment.
"I say the same, grandfather." Thor spoke with an indifferent and strong tone. When Borr arrived at the battlefield, he simply looked like a lion full of fury and resentment, killing anyone who looked at him, even the Nordic gods themselves.
"A minor goddess made me remember that a warrior must keep a calm mind on the battlefield." Remembering the beautiful redhead woman in his tent, a smile appeared on Borr's lips. It had been a long time since he felt so relaxed, especially after his wife's death.
"What's this woman's name?" Thor asked with a calm tone, but if Borr looked carefully, he would see that Thor's hand was gripping with extremely strong force.
"Lagertha." Borr answered casually, but didn't see Thor's increasingly dangerous eyes. The God of Thunder finally understood why the woman never returned to his tent again. Obviously she had been kidnapped, kept in captivity and raped by his grandfather.
Remembering the feeling of euphoria and calmness when he was with her, Thor's face became somber in an instant, but he didn't act against his grandfather. In the end, it was just a woman and he wouldn't enter into conflict with his own grandfather over something like this.
Or at least that's what Thor thought he would do.
The more the war continued, Thor's mood gradually returned to the madness from before. The hallucinations with Godwyn became more frequent than ever. The amount of voices in his mind seemed to double, reaching dozens of them at the same time.
Thor, who felt he wouldn't attack his grandfather, felt his determination waver before the madness and his feeling of longing.
So, when Borr was on the battlefield, Thor walked through the Nordic camp, which was full of other races from the Nine Worlds.
When he was about to enter Borr's tent, a soldier appeared in front of Thor, but when he was about to speak, Mjolnir simply decorated the ground with his blood, organs and flesh. Ignoring the minor god he had just killed, he entered the tent.
The scene he saw when he entered made Thor's blood boil like never before. Lagertha was tied to the bed completely naked, her white skin was marked by purple and black marks, her neck had obvious strangulation marks. A purple bruise could be seen around her eyes.
Thor quickly approached and touched her cheek with a surprisingly gentle touch, his gentle touch apparently woke "Lagertha" up. However, there was no longer the seductive and precious look that Thor remembered, she just looked like a wounded and fearful animal.
Even his touch made her tremble as if she were terrified, which made Thor's mood explode completely. He tore the chains that bound the woman and held her in his arms like a precious treasure.
Perhaps even Sif, Thor's wife, had probably never been treated with such care and gentleness by her husband. Which showed how bad Thor's mind was. The god of thunder was going crazy and only the woman in his arms could make his mind return to normal.
But it wasn't love he felt for the woman, but simply the purest feeling of obsession, this kind of obsession was frightening, because even Thor didn't notice how dependent he was on the woman.
However, Thor didn't realize it, but there was a malicious smile on the lips of the minor goddess called Lagertha, her eyes narrowed with amusement as she wrapped her arms around the thunder god's neck.
Looking at Thor's frightening and somber expression, Lagertha (Loki) couldn't help but think that his plans were heading toward a play that would enter the history of the pantheons. He really wanted to burst out laughing, but knew he couldn't, so he remained silent, just trembling in his arms, still acting perfectly.
Thor returned to his tent with Lagertha and gently placed her on the bed, caressing her bruised face, he showed a cold and murderous look. "I promise he will pay for making you suffer." The Thunder God's voice sounded powerful, determined and full of repressed anger.
Lagertha's eyes showed a trace of hope, she got up and hugged Thor while whimpering in his arms. Tears ran down her inhumanly beautiful face. "You don't need to, let's run away." She said with a submissive tone full of sadness.
(Note: Sometimes I get confused whether to write She or He, but I'll opt for He, as it will be easier for me to write. But Thor and the others see Loki as a woman, so he will be a woman from these characters' point of view.)
However, the more Lagertha did this, the more Thor's anger became uncontrollable, lightning gradually appeared in the Thunder God's eyes.
Feeling that Thor was about to explode with anger, Loki knew it wasn't time for the final act of the play and quickly spoke. "Don't go! Stay with me, please! He might come back! Only with you do I feel safe."
Thor's anger seemed to extinguish at that moment, as he just hugged the goddess and lay on the bed, letting her use his body as a pillow. Although there was no sex, Thor had already felt that Godwyn's whispers had completely disappeared, as if they had never existed in the first place.
Poor Thor didn't realize how bad he was, because Loki was using his powers to induce large amounts of false images in his mind, thus eliminating all the Godwyns from his mind.
If Thor were normal, he might have noticed the manipulation, but at this moment, tormented by Godwyn day and night, he simply didn't care why Godwyn had disappeared because of a minor goddess, he just wanted to return to normal, the reason didn't matter.
Loki knew this and simply abused his power, manipulating Thor subtly but frighteningly effectively. Thor was becoming more and more dependent on her, his obsession was so great, frightening and sick that it would make any stalker feel admiration.
The God of Lies seemed like a spectator, seeing everything that was about to happen with a smile on his lips. Seeing her smile, Thor showed a satisfied look, thinking the woman felt safe around him.
"My lord, let me satisfy you." Loki, who didn't want to waste time, spoke with a shy tone full of expectation.
"You're hurt." Normally, Thor would have accepted, but seeing Lagertha's injuries, he shook his head and refused. However, Loki's next words surprised the thunder god, "There are many other ways to satisfy you, my lord."
As soon as she spoke, under Thor's surprised eyes, Lagertha simply used another path, a path full of mud and difficulty.
A famous saying said that a man shouldn't be afraid to walk down a road of blood and mud, Thor was experiencing this.
(Note: If you didn't understand, congratulations, we need more people like you. "....")
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Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos (500,000 words written).
Percy Jackson: Godwyn the Golden.
Game Of Thrones: Son of Zeus