“Why’d you drag me away? I had them- I had it!” with... let's say... Thor and Captain America
He’s seen it happen before - mortals thinking they can stand their ground against something they don’t understand, nor can understand. This is different. This is a Titan, they’re talking about, for crying out loud. No, Thor knows. A Titan like Thanos - a Titan out for the Infinity Stones, who could destroy the universe as they know it, who could rewrite history forever and erase everything on a whim?
Captain America can’t fight him on his own. He was saddened when Heimdal told him of the fighting between Anthony Stark and Steve Rogers, but when he’d learnt of the reason - and seen the deceipt, the falsehood and the assumptions, Thor had understood. Only too many things come from mischief and trickery.
He thinks back to Loki, dying, on Nilheim, and looks down at his hand. Loki had created the illusion of his hand getting cut off. For a second, he misses his brother. But the moment is gone, when Captain America tries to force his way past him. “Why’d you drag me away?” he asks, demands, questions and barks all at once, and Thor shakes his head. Mortals. “I had them- I had it!”
“You had not,” Thor says, quietly. Every time these mortals have meddled with things they don’t understant, it’s ended badly. The Tesseract, the Scepter, the Aether- nothing good had come out of any of them. “These are powers you do not understand, and you cannot understand- the myths of destruction in the civilisations that came before your modern age all spoke of this- of this massive end of things, when the Sun would disappear to the netherworld, swallowed by a wolf of poisoned by a demon,” he says, calmly, as Captain America watches him, still angry.
“All myths, regardless of their origin on this planet, speak of the end of things. Ragnarok they called it in the North, the Doom of Gods. The end of all things as they are. You cannot fight what the Nornir predicted, Steve, you cannot fight what they have seen in the fires of the sun and in the webs of history- the Time Stone has set it all out, and through the flashes of green on lakes and ponds and during thunders, they’ve read it. The end of all things will come by the hands of a Titan, a Giant coming from the other world, seeking what the Gods have taken for themselves- You can’t win this fight. This is a war you cannot be a part of, Steve.”
Thor knows it means the end- after all, he’s known ever since Frigga told him Saint Elm’s fires were the vestigial traces of the Time Stone, and whenever flashes of the beautiful green light would come up on merchant ships, metal tips and other places when his hammer roared across the skies, Thor knew, for he always saw a peek into his destiny. The end may not come through Fenris, the demon wolf, but it would come through the Jötunn and through Titans...
