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Thor is a simple man , works as a blacksmith. He enjoys his craft creating trinkets of all kinds.From jewelry to swords .His specialty for him alone is jewelry . The room dark the fire blazing lighting up the room. He stood at his work table banging away at a some trinket he was working on for a special girl. Thor smiles as it takes shape something beautiful for her delicate neck. The fire was burning bright sweat dripping down his temples and back. He wiped it away from his forehead with his forearm . He melded the jewels onto it. He smiles as he finishes. As thor walked out his village was under attack In a blink of an eye. Men came running towards him and raiding the cottages. He watched in disbelief at first. His feet started to move slowly at first then full out run. When he arrived to her cottage she was being dragged out. He let out a scream that scared most men. It wasnt a scream by a cry of rage. He grabbed an ax and swung at any man that got in his path.His gaze is fixed on her. They threw her over their shoulder and hurried off. A few men stayed behind to block his path. None were left to not see the blade of an axe meet their face. Night settled in and snow started to fall ,people screaming some dying as they choked on their own blood. He huffed as he ran behind that man. His boots crunched the ground til he reached where they were stationed. On the shore of the beach he has taken many walks with his little flower. He watched in dispair as they took her away. Thor sank to his knees as they sailed away. The leader of the village called every available man to towns hall. Thor sat and listened , they planned an attack.He sat with his rage boiling over. He listened and didnt to the plan. His thoughts were on her the fear on her face. He slamed his hand on the table. We should leave now! Attack them when they think we are licking our wounds. His anger showed in his eyes as his fists clenched so tightly they turned his knuckles white.

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