Thor has had enough and he leaves Asgard, abandons his godhood, and starts another life as a heavy metal musician, playing gigs and leaching off the power his fans give him when they call his name. He is content, until one day one of his kin shows up to plead for him to return.
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A/N:
So, another round of my Halloween fic tradition! This one is inspired by Deconsecrator Thor, who in my mind has always looked rather like Peter Steele, so the music in this fic is intended to be along the lines of Type O Negative. Have a listen to “Hail and Farewell to Britain” and “Stay Out of My Dreams” in particular, as well as “Anaesthesia.”
Feel free to tag me in anything (I do see those, despite currently being in low Tumblr-engagement mode), and congrats on your first fic posting! Welcome to the asylum 😛
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