The two men walked on quietly, neither of them keen on starting a conversation. Each was lost to his own thoughts, and each wanted no interruptions. Yet even in their reverie, their bodies moved instinctively to the place that reeked of Asgardian blood and magic. The energy of their fallen comrades could be felt, and their blood cried out to them for justice. Forseti licked his lips hungrily, a detail that would have led any who had no true understanding of him to assume he was starved. But that was grossly inadequate. His meal may have been interrupted midway, but he had still taken most of it before leaving. He was Asgardian, and a god to boot. He didn't really need food. He enjoyed it, but it wasn't vital for his sustenance- the edict was. His expression would have led anyone who truly understood him to shiver in trepidation- regardless of their status as friend or foe. His expression was one filled with bloodlust. He thirsted for those who dared prey on Asgardian blood. His fury was for those who had ruined his day. His wrath was coming upon those who had taken from him two friends. They were irreplaceable, just like the others. And it would always remain that way. He killing their murderers wasn't going to bring them back, but they would surely rest better knowing that their enemies had been put to the sword. This was the only way he could atone for his sin- his inability to protect them.
Just like Forseti, Thor was also thinking about the warriors he had just lost. Unlike many generals, his concern wasn't with the loss of more fighting power, but the tragedy of losing a comrade. In this case, he had lost two. The men that came on this mission had been handpicked by the god of thunder himself. Upon declaring his intentions, several first class warriors had volunteered for the mission, each eager to serve. Thor was mightily touched at the time, for they weren't doing it for his sake. They were doing it for the young master they had yet to meet, but adored all the same. This was the way the Asgardians were. Their love and pride was as high as the sky was from the earth. It was vast and great. They were willing to risk their lives for their young master, and Thor couldn't ask for a better family. Yes, family. On Asgard, all the warriors were family. For them, as long as they had battled together, they were bound together. This made figuring out their hierarchy so difficult, for one would be hard pressed to successfully identify the gods from the warriors when the two groups laughed and made merry together like one big family. This was why they considered the young master their family, although they hadn't met the boy. They had met his father, and fought with him. They had even challenged his father, and all who did lost miserably. They loved the man, and they were sure his son would be no different. This was especially grounded in their hearts after learning that many feared the boy. To them, the boy must be feared due to his huge potential, and they couldn't wait to fight alongside him.
So large was the number willing to go on this expedition that Thor had to personally pick out the stipulated number- eighteen. These men had joined him and Forseti on a quest for which they had very little information. And they had come so far. He remembered that just the night before, as they made merry and rejoiced that their quest was advancing smoothly, one of the men had declared loudly, "When we meet the young master, I would be the first to challenge him. I wonder how badly I would lose!" His words had caused laughter to resound mightily in their beautiful building. The other had also exclaimed ecstatically, "And when we are done losing, we would fight at his side and conquer the seven heavens!" Thor could recall every word that was spoken. The emotions that were conveyed in each word. Their will to die for a master they had never met. He remembered that the words of the last man had brought out loud cheers from the others, with all of them fantasizing about how awesome it would be to fight at the side of the young lord. And yet in just one night, they were gone.
"Turgot…Varangot." Thor mentioned their names in sadness. "You will never be forgotten. The young master will know the names of those who died so he could grow strong." He thought in melancholy.
His face suddenly turned stern as bloodlust filled his eyes, fury causing his eyes to turn deep red, "As for those who are responsible, I will kill them miserably. Even if I have no knowledge of their godhood, I would capture them and torture them for all eternity." He gnashed his teeth as he swore. He seldom felt fury such as this. Yet he did today. He was normally composed when he lost a loved one, but this time it was difficult to keep his anger in check. The words from the night before were still fresh in his mind, and he was saddened and angry that their wills would never be materialised.
His anger was conveyed to the world and it cried in pain. Thunder roared and lightning flashed across the formerly clear sky, as large dark clouds covered the entire vicinity. The world shed tears in response to the emotion of the thunder god, as the rain fell heavily and mightily. It was this rainfall that awakened Forseti from his reverie. He looked to the god who walked silently beside him. Although the rain fell heavily, Thor was unmoved. The water didn't touch his long golden hair, nor did it strike his boot. It had nothing to do with the cloak he wore before, for the dark piece of cloth had been blown away by the furious winds. It was almost as if the world respected the being before it so much that it didn't dare drench him in its rain. It didn't hold such respect for the god of justice however. In that short moment when he wasn't paying any attention to his surroundings, he was drenched by the waters. Little matter though. He coated his body with inner energy to avoid the water and dried himself up with this same energy.
"Uncle has activated his domain so quickly. He must be angrier than I am." Forseti mumbled upon noticing that Thor's action was completely unconscious, and was backed by his currently unstable emotions. A domain was like this. It responded to the emotions and wishes of its master. And there wasn't any fear that the activator of the domain would leave its circle of influence. When one became competent enough with their domain, they weren't just able to activate it pretty easily, but do it with such control and precision that their domain followed them wherever they went. In simple terms, they would always be at the centre of their domain. Their domain would act like their bodyguards, following them wherever they went. And it wasn't always so. As long as one had great control over their domain, they could also leave the influence of their domain anytime they wanted. But Thor wasn't doing this. He was unconsciously doing the former. So the people of this world experienced the strangest thing yet. They witnessed rain clouds moving in rhythm towards a destination, almost as if they were an army on the match, as they delivered large torrents of rain.
Although it seemed like the two were walking slowly, in reality they were not. Every step they took covered about ten metres in a go. And they built momentum with every stride they made. Thor's domain grew stronger, the thunderous sounds were more frequent now and the rain heavier than ever before. Forseti could have sworn that he had never seen Thor's domain so strong. The bolts of lightning that flashed across the sky were larger than he had ever seen, even including those he had seen from Thor. And they revealed themselves at such a high frequency that it was almost as if they sky had its own flickering lamp. And every time they revealed themselves, he felt a sense of dread in his heart. His instincts kept screaming at him that he would have a very hard time defending against this display of power. Yes, defending. He wasn't even considering attacking when faced with such wealth of strength. He knew his uncle was strong but he never truly experienced his might. Even the winds that blew past him were so strong that they stung his eyes. The gale was unlike anything he had ever experienced. What terrified him was that his uncle wasn't truly at full strength. His uncle was unequipped! The famous hammer Mjolnir still lay dormant. And that wasn't the only primary weapon of the Nordic thunder god. Yet even in all this, he felt no pity for the perpetrator and recipient of his uncle's wrath. For the stronger his uncle's anger and domain got, the stronger Forseti also got. You see, he had unleashed his domain as well. Unlike his uncle, Forseti's domain had been unleashed since the beginning. Since the very moment he had been informed of the death of his comrades, his domain had been unleashed. Just like Thor, it had awakened on instinct. It was awakened upon hearing the angry cry of its master. But unlike Thor, his domain wasn't as flashy. It was invisible. It was subtle and calm, barely revealing itself to the next person. It was a shy domain, but that didn't mean it was weak. It was a domain that fed on the emotions of its master, and those around him. So the more his sense of justice was elevated, the stronger his domain got. And the more those around him, his enemies included, were pushed to the brink of any emotion- despair, anger, fear, sadness- the stronger he got as well. In a way, Forseti was almost invincible on a large battlefield, for he absorbed the emotions of all those around and made them his strength. So now that Thor was raging so loudly, Forseti's domain was feeding ever so ravenously. He still wouldn't be able to take his uncle on, for even his greedy domain couldn't swallow all that power. But it was enough to take him to the peak of his strength, a state that left him drunk on his power. A welcome change it was, for no matter how much mead or ale he consumed, like all Asgardians, he remained sober.