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This story is No. 1 in the series "Thunder over Smallville". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: What if Buffy wasn’t the only one of the Scoobies with a destiny? Xander Harris finds a destiny all his own that has nothing to do with hyena possession, Halloween or road trips... (Implied crossover with Smallville)

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Smallville > Xander-CenteredanotherlostsoulFR151630,91797109223,85310 Nov 0612 Nov 06Yes
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Author’s Notes: Okay, this is a first for me on two fronts… first crossover fic and first Xander-centric fic. One smallish tweak to the Buffy timeline though: the events of Season 1 Buffy happened during their freshman year of high-school, rather than their sophomore year.

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Smallville, or any of the Norse Mythology that I am about to mangle to suit my own twisted purposes. Frankly, if you recognize it, I don’t own it. This work may not be sold or used for profit in any way shape or form for that very reason. Please don’t sue me because I don’t have anything worth taking…

-== Sometime during the 6th century AD… ==-

The Aesir stood gathered in the great courtyard before their king’s mead-hall, summoned to stand witness as one of their number faced the All-father’s judgment. For a fortnight, the streets of the golden city of Asgard had buzzed with rumors of treachery and betrayal and of the power of Odin’s wrath.

Of all of the Aesir, only the All-father, his son Thor, the wise Baldur and the guardian of the Bifrost Bridge, Heimdall, knew what had really happened to wake Odin from his vision-sleep. Only Loki, however, could have done such a thing, or at least that was the consensus of the Asgardians. After all, Loki’s treachery and his penchant for mischief ran to such depths that only he could possibly have been responsible.

As the sun crept toward its zenith and the time of judgment approached, the courtyard filled with the denizens of the golden city. The square ran rife with speculation: What had Loki done this time? How would the All-father punish him? Had the trickster finally gone too far?

At the appointed hour, a hush fell over the assembly. Odin the All-father, High King of Asgard, emerged from his mead-hall and moved silently to the raised dais that stood in the center of the great square. His face was grim, his single eye flashing with a suppressed rage that spoke ill of the fate of the offender. He was flanked by two of his Valkyries, who served as his heralds when needed. As he settled onto his great throne in the sight of his people, his all-seeing eye drifted purposefully over the crowd. After a long moment, he nodded purposefully to one of the Valkyries.

“Bring forth the accused!” she declared in a clear, strong voice.

A ripple of shocked whispers ran through the crowd as Baldur and Heimdall escorted none other than Thor, the favored son of Odin and first Prince of the Aesir, to stand before the dais. Thor was one of the most powerful, the most popular, and the most honorable of all the Asgardians. He alone had been held above reproach, until now. Now, he stood proudly, despite the weight of the enchanted dwarven chains that held him powerless before them all. A moment of infinite sadness seemed to flicker across the faces of both father and son before being replaced by a steely resolve. Odin nodded to her again, before commanding in a deep, powerful voice, “Declare the charges against him.”

The Valkyrie’s voice rang out like the thundering of a cathedral bell, quelling the rampant whispers in an instant. “Thor Odinson, you stand accused of the most grave of crimes: high treason against the city of Asgard and the kingdom of the Aesir. You are accused of conspiring with the giant Loki to murder the All-father and usurp the kingship of the golden city. What say you to these charges?”

The Thunderer met his father’s gaze evenly, as he spoke, “I was deceived, All-father, tricked by Loki into agreeing to this madness. Yet I cannot deny that I am guilty of this crime, unknowing or not.” The proud warrior-god squared his shoulders and held his head high. “I stand ready to accept your judgment as a true son of Odin.” His voice rolled across the courtyard like the thunder he commanded.

Odin sat quietly for a long moment, as though contemplating his son’s words before rising to his feet. “Our laws are immutable and unforgiving, my son, and the penalty for such an act is death. I cannot offer any less without risking Ragnarok. Yet, knowing this, you stayed to face me and accept the consequences of your actions even as my foster brother fled to seek sanctuary among the giants. You are, as ever, a true Prince of Asgard.” The All-father’s voice was full of a sad pride as he spoke. He paused for a long moment to allow his words the consideration they deserved before commanding, “Bring forth the hammer, Mjolnir.”

The other Valkyrie took the mighty hammer of Thor from her belt and reverently offered the weapon to the All-father. Neither the grim look on the King of Asgard’s face, nor the proud set of Thor’s own features wavered as Odin took the hammer and held it high for all to see.

“Thor Odinson,” he declared loudly, “you are hereby stripped of your powers and gifts as one of the Aesir and rendered a mortal man.” As he spoke a powerful golden light seemed to emerge from the bound Thunder-god causing Thor to stagger suddenly, driven to his knees by the weight of the chains that bound him. “Your divinity will be bound in the hammer Mjolnir until such time as a mortal man worthy of the legacy of such a noble son of Asgard should use it to strike down evil. That man, a son of the line of Thor by blood and deed, will be granted the full powers of the Thunderer.

The golden light of Thor’s divine essence enveloped the hammer, infusing it with an unearthly radiance and obscuring it from sight. A thunderous crack echoed through all of Asgard and both the radiance and the hammer Mjolnir vanished, replaced by a plain wooden walking stick.

“Both you and the hammer shall be cast out into Midgard, where you shall live out a mortal life, my son. Prove yourself worthy and you shall rejoin us in the glory of Valhalla to ride with my Einherjar should Ragnarok come upon us.” Odin’s voice was sad as he spoke and handed the transformed hammer back to his Valkyrie.

“And what of Loki?” the now mortal Thor asked, his voice pained.

“Loki is sentenced to death, his immortal essence to be scattered in the winds for all time that he might abide in oblivion for eternity,” the All-father answered coldly. “No longer is my brother welcome in the golden city. Let his return to it mark the end of his existence for all time.”

“The laws of Asgard are appeased; the hand of Ragnarok is stayed once more,” Baldur intoned formally, “All hail the All-father and his wisdom.”

“All hail Odin the Wise,” the assembled Asgardians answered.

Odin nodded once more to the Valkyries, granting them permission to carry out the ordered punishment and cast his favored son to the inescapable doom that awaited him in Midgard. “Valkyrie,” he said abruptly, addressing the one who had acted as bailiff, “you are given charge over the line of Thor on Midgard, until such time as his legacy is reclaimed. You will watch over them and see to the disposition of their souls as is your right as a Valkyrie, but you are not to interfere. The Norns have woven the strands of what must come already, this may not be changed.”

“I live to obey, All-father,” she answered with a nod, “What of the one who claims the Thunderer’s legacy?”

Odin closed his eye, considering. Only he and the chief Norns knew aught of what would come of this punishment. The other pantheons of Gods would likely be very displeased with his choices. “To him and him alone you may appear,” Odin commanded finally, “you will act as his guide, but you shall not know him until he has claimed the hammer.”

The All-father never looked back as he strode across the courtyard and into his mead-hall, his orders still hanging heavy on the deathly silent air.
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