Post by Victor von Doom on Jul 9, 2012 23:49:02 GMT -5
Location: Himmelbjerget Villa, Oslo, Norway
Date: August 22, 2012
Time of Day: Afternoon
The view from the walkway that approached the villa was spectacular. A home atop a towering building, the occupant could look down upon all of Oslo.
It seems... appropriate, decided Victor von Doom.
This was an age of marvels, he knew. An age in which men strode the world like gods. But power was power, and von Doom had been born to power. He had felt no trepadation meeting with men and women capable of plucking his thoughts from his mind, of controlling fundamental forces though acts of will, of wielding alien weapons of inconceivable power. But even Victor von Doom had paused at the next step he planned.
After all, even a king was rarely granted an audience by a god.
He had gained knowledge of the existence of the Aesir from the study of certain papers and artifacts his grandparents had liberated from a small Hydra base in Latveria. Gods, or aliens so advanced and powerful as to seem gods - it was a distinction without a difference. But, it seemed, they had left Earth behind centuries ago.
He had never expected to meet one.
But then, last year, the skies had opened over New Mexico. And a god walked the Earth.
It had been Andrei Korzha, second in command of his Garda Regală who had first connected the Bifrost effect with the Norway Spiral of 2009. Six months had been spent, discretely searching out the other god that walked the Earth, before a name had been uncovered.
Amora.
Victor drew a breath, and continued up the stairs. Even now, he suspected that his agents had been allowed to uncover that name. The implications were unsettling.
Amora.
Not a name found in most works on Nordic mythology. But long research in ancient libraries turned up small scraps of sagas and Eddas not preserved in the common works.
"Asa-Thorr, hail! | to thy hall am I come,
For thyself I fain would see;
And now would I ask | for mighty thou art,
Pledge thyself to me.
"Who is the maid | that speaks to me,
Here in my lofty hall?
Forth from my dwelling | thou mayest yet fare,
For I seek not a bride.
"Amora they call me, | and hungry I come
From a journey hard to thy hall;
Welcome I look for, | for long have I wandered,
Earth to thy hammer to be."
He could have taken an elevator, true. But he disliked being confined and at the mercy of others. Besides, if a man aspired to the realms of the gods, was it not better to show humility?
Date: August 22, 2012
Time of Day: Afternoon
The view from the walkway that approached the villa was spectacular. A home atop a towering building, the occupant could look down upon all of Oslo.
It seems... appropriate, decided Victor von Doom.
This was an age of marvels, he knew. An age in which men strode the world like gods. But power was power, and von Doom had been born to power. He had felt no trepadation meeting with men and women capable of plucking his thoughts from his mind, of controlling fundamental forces though acts of will, of wielding alien weapons of inconceivable power. But even Victor von Doom had paused at the next step he planned.
After all, even a king was rarely granted an audience by a god.
He had gained knowledge of the existence of the Aesir from the study of certain papers and artifacts his grandparents had liberated from a small Hydra base in Latveria. Gods, or aliens so advanced and powerful as to seem gods - it was a distinction without a difference. But, it seemed, they had left Earth behind centuries ago.
He had never expected to meet one.
But then, last year, the skies had opened over New Mexico. And a god walked the Earth.
It had been Andrei Korzha, second in command of his Garda Regală who had first connected the Bifrost effect with the Norway Spiral of 2009. Six months had been spent, discretely searching out the other god that walked the Earth, before a name had been uncovered.
Amora.
Victor drew a breath, and continued up the stairs. Even now, he suspected that his agents had been allowed to uncover that name. The implications were unsettling.
Amora.
Not a name found in most works on Nordic mythology. But long research in ancient libraries turned up small scraps of sagas and Eddas not preserved in the common works.
"Asa-Thorr, hail! | to thy hall am I come,
For thyself I fain would see;
And now would I ask | for mighty thou art,
Pledge thyself to me.
"Who is the maid | that speaks to me,
Here in my lofty hall?
Forth from my dwelling | thou mayest yet fare,
For I seek not a bride.
"Amora they call me, | and hungry I come
From a journey hard to thy hall;
Welcome I look for, | for long have I wandered,
Earth to thy hammer to be."
He could have taken an elevator, true. But he disliked being confined and at the mercy of others. Besides, if a man aspired to the realms of the gods, was it not better to show humility?