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The Burden of Eternity #10
🕑 Added 2025-08-11 14:30:02 +0000 UTCHarry pushed through the hospital's automatic doors, expecting to find Thor ranting about his divine heritage to anyone who would listen. Instead, he found chaos.
"Where did he go?" a nurse was asking the security guard, her voice tight with frustration.
"Just walked out," the guard replied, checking his watch. "Maybe ten minutes ago. Said something about retrieving his property."
Harry didn't need to ask what property Thor meant. The pull of Mjolnir would be impossible for the thunder god to ignore, especially now that he knew where it was. Harry had felt that same magnetic draw himself, the way powerful magical artifacts called to those who understood their nature.
"Was he wearing anything besides the hospital gown?" Harry asked the guard.
"His clothes were in there. Jeans, boots, a gray shirt. He seemed to know exactly where he was going."
Harry nodded his thanks and headed back outside. Thor would be making his way to the crater now, probably on foot since he had no money or identification. The walk would take him at least two hours across the desert, which gave Harry time to get there first and observe.
But as Harry climbed into his truck, he realized he didn't want to just observe this time. Thor's failure would be devastating, and the god would need guidance afterward. Someone to help him understand why the hammer had rejected him.
Someone who knew what it felt like to have ultimate power stripped away.
He could not fix Thor’s problems for him. The Asgardian deity needed this journey of growth to become the God he was destined to be. But he could surely nudge him in the right direction.
Harry started the engine and drove toward the SHIELD perimeter, taking the long route that would keep him away from their patrol patterns, not because he needed to avoid them but because he preferred it that way. He had work to do before Thor arrived.
xXx
The rain started as Harry reached his observation point, a rocky outcrop that provided clear sight lines to the crater while keeping him well outside SHIELD's detection grid. The storm had rolled in from the west, dark clouds infused with lightning that seemed almost responsive to the presence of the hammer below.
Harry pulled the Invisibility Cloak around himself and settled in to wait. The thermal sensors had been a problem last time, but the rain would scatter heat signatures enough to make detection more difficult. He could observe in safety while staying close enough to help when the time came.
Thunder rumbled overhead as the first SHIELD patrol passed beneath his position. The agents moved with professional competence, but Harry could see their tension. Their instruments were going haywire because of the storm's interaction with Mjolnir's energy field. They were trying to guard something they couldn't understand using tools that weren't designed for magic.
A flash of lightning illuminated the crater, and Harry saw Thor approaching from the east.
The god moved with purpose despite his mortal limitations, crossing the desert floor with the determined stride of someone who'd never doubted his right to take what he wanted. Even without his powers, Thor carried himself like royalty. Like someone who'd never been told no and meant it.
Harry watched as Thor reached the outer perimeter. The god didn't bother with stealth or strategy. He simply walked toward the fence line, expecting it to part before him.
It didn't.
The first guard spotted him immediately. "Hey! Stop right there!"
Thor paused, looking genuinely confused that someone would dare command him. "I am Thor Odinson. Stand aside."
"Sir, this is a restricted area. You need to turn around and leave immediately."
"You do not understand. That is my hammer."
The guard reached for his radio. "I've got a civilian approaching the perimeter. Claims the object belongs to him."
More guards converged on Thor's position. Within minutes, he was surrounded by agents with weapons drawn, all shouting commands he clearly didn't understand or care about.
"Do not threaten me with your primitive weapons," Thor said, his voice carrying absolute conviction despite his powerless state. "I am a god."
"Sir, get on the ground now!"
"I will not kneel before mortals."
What followed was predictable and painful to watch. Thor fought like the warrior he was, but mortal flesh had limits that divine strength did not. The SHIELD agents were professionals who knew how to subdue dangerous individuals without permanent harm. They used tasers, restraint techniques, and overwhelming numbers.
Thor went down hard.
But Harry could see the god's determination hadn't wavered. Even as they dragged him away from the perimeter, Thor's eyes remained fixed on the crater where his hammer waited. This wasn't over. It was barely beginning.
Harry checked his watch. The agents would process Thor, run his prints, discover he didn't exist in any database, and eventually release him. That would take hours. Time enough for the god to plan a more subtle approach.
The real attempt would come tonight.
xXx
Harry was right.
Thor returned after midnight, moving with the careful stealth of someone who'd learned from his first failure. The storm had intensified, turning the desert into a maze of shadows and driving rain that confused both sight and sensors. Perfect conditions for infiltration.
From his hidden position, Harry watched Thor navigate the outer perimeter with surprising skill. The god had clearly observed the patrol patterns during his first approach, noting the gaps and timing. Without his powers, Thor was still a warrior with centuries of tactical experience.
He slipped between two guard posts, crawled under a sensor array, and worked his way steadily toward the crater. The rain helped, masking his heat signature and muffling any sound. SHIELD's technology was impressive, but it wasn't designed for someone who fought battles across the nine realms.
Thor reached the crater's edge and paused, staring down at Mjolnir with an expression Harry recognized. Hope mixed with desperate need, the look of someone whose entire identity depended on what happened next.
The god began his descent.
Harry moved closer, using the storm as cover while staying well outside the detection grid. He needed to see this moment clearly, needed to understand exactly how the hammer would reject its former wielder. The magical feedback would be crucial to helping Thor understand what he'd lost and what he needed to regain.
Thor approached Mjolnir with reverence, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the handle. Even from a distance, Harry could feel the hammer's enchantment focusing on the god, measuring him against standards that had been absolute before Thor's banishment.
The evaluation was swift and merciless.
Thor grasped the handle with both hands, set his feet, and pulled. For a moment, hope blazed across his features. This was his hammer, his birthright, his proof of identity and worth.
Mjolnir didn't move.
Thor pulled harder, throwing his full mortal strength against the enchantment. His face reddened with effort, rain streaming down his cheeks as he fought against the impossible. Still the hammer remained rooted in place, as immovable as a mountain.
"No," Thor whispered, his voice barely audible over the storm. "Please."
He tried different grips, different angles, calling on techniques that had served him across a thousand battles. Nothing worked. The hammer that had been forged for his hand, that had answered his call across realms and through time itself, ignored him completely.
Thor released the handle and staggered backward, his face a mask of devastation. The god who had never known defeat, who had conquered enemies across the nine realms, couldn't lift his own weapon.
"Father," he called out to the storm, his voice breaking. "What have I done? How do I fix this?"
Only thunder answered him.
Thor fell to his knees in the mud, rain soaking through his borrowed clothes as the full weight of his situation crashed down on him. He was mortal. Powerless. Cut off from everything that had defined him for over a thousand years.
And worst of all, he didn't understand why.
Harry watched as SHIELD agents surrounded the crater, their weapons trained on Thor's kneeling form. They'd detected the intrusion after all, probably when the god's emotional state triggered some kind of energy surge from the hammer.
"Sir, step away from the object and put your hands behind your head."
Thor didn't respond. He remained kneeling in the rain, staring at Mjolnir with a hollow expression on his face. He looked like a man whose world had just ended.
"Sir, this is your final warning."
Agent Barton dropped from the platform above, his bow ready but not yet drawn. Harry recognized the archer from SHIELD files, one of their most dangerous operatives. Barton approached Thor with professional caution, clearly prepared for violence.
But Thor offered none. The god allowed himself to be cuffed without resistance, his spirit too broken to fight. They led him away from the crater like a prisoner, and he went without protest.
Harry waited until the SHIELD teams had cleared the area before making his move. The storm was perfect cover, and Thor's emotional breakdown had disrupted the energy fields enough to confuse their sensors. He could approach safely.
He found Thor an hour later, sitting alone on a hillside overlooking the SHIELD compound. The agents had questioned him, found nothing useful, and released him with warnings about federal trespassing charges. Coulson’s orders, most definitely.
Now the god sat in the rain, staring at the lights around his hammer with a vacant expression on his face, looking like he’d lost everything.
Harry pulled the Invisibility Cloak tighter around himself and moved within speaking distance. The magic would carry his voice while keeping him hidden, creating the impression of words spoken by the storm itself.
"Difficult, isn't it?" Harry's voice emerged from the darkness, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere. "Learning that power isn't permanent."
Thor's head snapped up, his eyes scanning the hillside for the source of the voice. "Who speaks? Show yourself."
"I think not. But I will listen, if you wish to talk."
"There is nothing to discuss. I have been found wanting by my own weapon. My father has cast me out, and I do not understand why."
Harry considered his words carefully. Thor needed guidance, but it had to come in a form the god could accept. Direct instruction would be rejected. The lesson had to unfold naturally.
"Tell me about power," Harry said. "What does it mean to you?"
"Power is strength. The ability to protect those who cannot protect themselves. The right to rule and the responsibility to defend."
"And how did you use your power before it was taken?"
Thor was quiet for a long moment, rain streaming down his face as he wrestled with the question. "I used it to win battles. To defend Asgard's borders. To maintain order across the nine realms."
"Did you ever use it for yourself?"
"What do you mean?"
Harry had lived through his own reckoning with power, had faced the temptation to use ultimate strength for personal ends. He understood the seductive pull of being able to solve every problem with force, to impose your will on a universe that rarely cooperated with noble intentions.
"I mean," Harry said carefully, "did you ever use your power because you were angry? Because someone had insulted you or challenged your authority? Did you ever strike first and ask questions later?"
The silence stretched between them, broken only by the sound of rain and distant thunder. Harry could see Thor's face in the occasional lightning flash, saw the god struggling with uncomfortable truths.
"The frost giants had broken the truce," Thor said finally. "They had invaded Asgard."
"And you responded with war."
"I responded with justice."
"Did you? Or did you respond with pride?"
Thor stood abruptly, his hands clenched into fists. "You do not understand. You were not there. You did not see the insult, the violation of sacred ground."
"No," Harry agreed. "But I have seen what happens when someone with ultimate power decides to use it because they're angry."
Harry's own memories surfaced, unbidden but necessary. The moment in the graveyard when he'd first truly understood what the killing curse meant. The weight of taking a life, even one that deserved ending. The knowledge that power, once used, could never be taken back.
"I was given power beyond imagining," Harry continued, his voice carrying the weight of hard-earned wisdom. "The kind of power that could reshape the world according to my will. And I used it. I told myself it was for noble reasons, for the greater good, for people who couldn't protect themselves."
"Then you understand."
"I understand that power is a burden, not a right. And that the moment you start using it to satisfy your own needs instead of others', you've already lost something precious."
Thor turned toward the sound of Harry's voice, though the Invisibility Cloak made him impossible to locate. "What did you lose?"
Harry thought about that question, about all the ways that power had changed him. The isolation of being the only one who could make certain choices. The weight of knowing that his decisions affected millions of lives. The slow erosion of normal human connections as people either feared him or tried to use him.
"Everything that made me," Harry said quietly. "The ability to trust others to handle problems. The luxury of making mistakes without world-ending consequences. The simple pleasure of being just another person in a crowd."
"But surely you saved lives. Surely the good you did outweighed the cost."
"Perhaps. But that's not the point. The point is that power changes you whether you want it to or not. And the more power you have, the harder it becomes to remember who you were before you had it."
Thor sat back down heavily, his shoulders slumping under the weight of realization. "I do not remember who I was before I became the God of Thunder. I have had this power for over a thousand years."
"Then perhaps losing it is a gift."
"A gift?" Thor's voice carried bitter laughter. "To be stripped of everything that defines me? To be made weak and mortal and helpless?"
"To be given the chance to discover who you are when you can't simply impose your will on the world around you."
Harry moved closer, though still remaining hidden. Thor needed to hear this, needed to understand what his banishment really meant.
"When you lost your power," Harry said, "you thought it was the end of everything. You had built your entire identity around being the one who could solve impossible problems. Without that ability, you felt worthless. Unnecessary."
"Speaking from experience? How did you survive it?"
"Not fully, but I believe I would have survived by learning that my worth wasn't measured by what I could do, but by who I chose to be. By discovering that the most important battles aren't won with overwhelming force, but with wisdom, compassion, and the courage to do what's right even when it's difficult."
Thunder rolled across the sky, and Harry saw Thor's face illuminated in the lightning. The god was listening now, really listening, his warrior's pride temporarily set aside in favor of desperate hope.
"Your hammer judges worthiness," Harry continued. "But worthiness isn't about strength or victory or divine heritage. It's about understanding that true power comes from service, not dominion. From protection, not conquest. From knowing when not to fight, not just knowing how to win."
"But I am a warrior. Fighting is what I do."
"Being a warrior and being worthy are not the same thing. A warrior fights. A worthy warrior knows what's worth fighting for and what battles shouldn't be fought at all."
Harry thought about his own journey, the long path from the boy who'd wanted nothing more than to be normal to the man who'd learned to carry impossible burdens with grace. Thor's path would be different but equally difficult.
"I have never considered not fighting," Thor admitted. "When challenged, I respond with force. When threatened, I strike back. When insulted, I demand satisfaction. It is the way of warriors across the nine realms."
"And how has that served you?"
Thor was quiet for a long time, his eyes fixed on the distant lights of the SHIELD compound. "It brought me here. Powerless and alone, unable to lift my own weapon."
"Then perhaps it's time to try a different way."
"What would you have me do? Accept insult? Allow enemies to act without consequence? Stand by while others suffer?"
Harry smiled, though Thor couldn't see it. These were the right questions, the ones that showed the god was finally thinking beyond his old patterns.
"I would have you learn the difference between justice and vengeance. Between protection and domination. Between strength and wisdom."
"And how does one learn such things?"
"By living among those you've sworn to protect. By seeing the world through mortal eyes. By understanding that your subjects are not subjects at all, but people with their own hopes, fears, and dreams."
Harry paused, letting that sink in before continuing.
"Your father didn't cast you out to punish you. He cast you out to teach you. The question is whether you're willing to learn."
Thor stood again, but this time there was thoughtfulness in his posture rather than anger. "You speak as one who has walked this path."
"I speak as one who had to learn the same lessons you're learning now. The hard way, unfortunately."
"What happened to your power? How did you lose it?"
Harry considered how much to reveal, how much truth Thor could handle. The god was already struggling with fundamental questions about identity and purpose. Too much information might overwhelm him entirely.
Furthermore, was it truly power that he lost? Or things that mattered? Was there truly a difference? Why could it not be both?
"Time," Harry said simply. "And choices. I made choices that seemed right at the time but cost more than I was willing to pay. The universe has a way of humbling those who forget their place in it."
"And did you regain it? Your power?"
That was the crucial question, the one that would determine whether Thor saw this conversation as hope or despair. Harry chose his words with infinite care.
"I learned that the power I'd lost wasn't the power I actually needed. That real strength comes from understanding your limitations, not transcending them. That the most important victories happen inside yourself, not on external battlefields."
Thor was nodding slowly, his mind working through implications that went far beyond simple battle tactics.
"The hammer will not accept me because I am not worthy of it," he said. "Not because I lack strength, but because I lack understanding."
"Understanding of what?"
"Of what it truly means to wield power responsibly."
Harry felt a surge of hope. Thor was getting it, beginning to grasp the lesson his banishment was meant to teach. The god still had a long way to go, but he was finally moving in the right direction.
"Power is not about what you can take," Harry said. "It's about what you choose to give. Not about dominance, but about service. Not about being feared, but about being trusted."
"I have never thought of power in those terms."
"Most people don't. Power is seductive precisely because it promises easy solutions to difficult problems. But the easy solution is rarely the right solution, and the right solution rarely involves overwhelming force."
Thor walked to the edge of the hillside, looking down at the SHIELD compound where his hammer waited in its crater. The rain was beginning to slacken, though lightning still flickered through the clouds.
"If I learn these lessons," Thor said slowly, "if I become worthy as you describe... will my power be returned?"
"That's not the right question."
"What is the right question?"
Harry thought about his own journey, about the moment when he'd stopped asking when his old life would return and started building a new one. About learning to find meaning in small acts of kindness rather than grand gestures of heroism.
"The right question is whether you'll need your old power back once you understand what real power looks like."
"I don't understand."
"You will. In time."
Thor turned back toward the sound of Harry's voice, confusion and curiosity warring in his expression. "Who are you? How do you know these things?"
Harry pulled the Invisibility Cloak tighter around himself, preparing to withdraw. Thor had heard enough for now. The seeds were planted; they needed time to grow.
"A fellow traveler," Harry said, his voice already beginning to fade as he moved away. "Who learned that true strength is knowing when not to use your power."
"Wait," Thor called out. "I have more questions."
But Harry was already gone, melting back into the storm as silently as he'd appeared. Thor would have questions, many of them, but the answers had to come from within. That was the only way the lessons would truly take hold.
Harry made his way back to his truck, his mind already working on the next phase of Thor's education. The god had a long way to go before he'd be ready to lift Mjolnir again. There would be setbacks, moments of anger and frustration when the old patterns reasserted themselves.
But tonight had been a beginning. Thor was finally asking the right questions, even if he didn't understand the answers yet.
And that was more progress than Harry had dared to hope for.
The storm began to clear as Harry drove back toward town, revealing stars that had been hidden behind the clouds. In the distance, the lights of the SHIELD compound continued their vigilant watch over a hammer that waited patiently for its wielder to become worthy of it again.
Time would tell if Thor was capable of such growth. But for the first time since the god's arrival, Harry felt genuinely optimistic about the outcome.
Some lessons could only be learned the hard way. But they were also the lessons that lasted.
His phone beeped again, and as Harry pulled up the message, his lips curved upwards.
‘Thank you for not interfering anywhere,’ he sent, putting the phone away.
Miles away, Phil Coulson glanced at the screen of his phone, his lips curving upwards as well.
