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Got Thor Travelling Ch 30 : Armor Up
🕑 Added 2025-03-25 06:54:47 +0000 UTCCrackle.
The sky crackled, and strong winds blew, putting a damper on everyone's mood who came to see good fighting in this tourney. This was the second day of the tourney, and a battle royale was about to take place today.
"Seven hells, of all times, this accursed storm had to hit this bloody city today." King Robert cursed as he gulped down another drink in anger. He was already frustrated about not getting to fight in the tourney; his friend had talked him out of it.
"Nobody will hit the king," he said... Robert scoffed. He wanted to fight so much, especially after seeing Thor fighting with his hammer yesterday.
But there was truth in his friend's words; there were not many who would dare to hit him. So, he reluctantly gave up fighting.
But if that wasn't enough, suddenly the climate changed. It was bright and sunny just a few minutes ago, and now it felt like a storm was about to hit King's Landing.
Shizaaammmmmm...
Suddenly, a lightning bolt fell somewhere far in the nearby woods, making everyone waiting for the tourney to start flinch, now having second thoughts about staying there any longer.
But the king wasn't having it; he announced the fighting to start. And just as time went on, the black clouds in the sky lightened up, only slightly, but it was an improvement.
In a big gladiator-style ring, knights and fighters from all over the Seven Kingdoms who had come to participate in the tourney entered.
There were many knights with their handsome faces and shiny armor, but many waited for one face to appear. A particular blond whom many expected to win them big gold.
After learning that he was participating, many high lords and ladies placed their bets on Thor. However, the person they were waiting for was nowhere to be seen. Almost all the participants had entered the fighting ring, but Thor wasn't there.
"Where is he? Did you see him?" Arya stood up in her chair to find her favorite blond, thinking that it was her height preventing her from seeing him.
"Arya, come down from there. He'll be here." Ned Stark sighed, seeing his younger daughter being troublesome again. Looking at his older one, he found she was no better either; the lass was biting down on her teeth like she hadn't eaten anything in years.
"Where is Thor?" King Robert grumbled, not seeing the person he was waiting to see fight in the ring.
Cersei, on the side, was the same. She usually came for appearance's sake and quickly took her leave from any tourney unless her brother was involved, but today was different.
She was here to see Thor's fight. She had learned that last night her pig of a husband had invited the man to his small feast. She wished she could have been there, but alas, she had to tie up some loose ends.
Pycelle had finally found something about that whore's location—the one who had taken her child. The merchant who had helped her out of the city in his cart was brought in by Pycelle and other guards.
He confirmed that the boy she had with her had blond hair and blue eyes. Though how much of what he said was truth and how much was just to save his own head from being on a pike the next morning was unsure. However, she would find out soon enough.
She immediately sent men to the small village where that woman had taken her child. Soon, the truth would be in front of her.
The crowd was starting to get bored from waiting when suddenly a strong wind blew, almost making everyone cover their eyes. The wind rushed directly to the entrance of the circle, where many finally saw someone coming out.
Just as the first step of the man they had been waiting for came out, a thunderous sound shook the sky, as if the heavens were welcoming the person who had just arrived. Then the sky lit up, bathing the man in light that some might even call holy.
"What is he wearing?" Ned Stark's eyes narrowed, and others did the same. They saw Thor step out in an armor they had never seen in Westeros.
It was an intricate design between leather and metal. Multiple metal plates were attached to his armor. But what made both Ned and Robert even more astonished was the mail he was wearing. It was no normal chainmail; it was like the iron was engraved into his skin itself. Even with the armor, they could see the contours of his big arms.
His long blond hair was tied up this time, letting only a few strands flow, giving him an almost princely look.
And if that wasn't enough to grab attention, he had a big red cape behind him that floated in the strong wind, making his physique, combined with that armor and handsome face, almost godlike.
"Apologies, my armor needed cleaning." He said with a brilliant smile, and Ned heard his daughter next to him gasp.
Is she blushing? Well, he couldn't blame her. Let alone her, he doubted even her mother would blush seeing this man like this here.
And he was right. Almost all the girls present felt their hearts leap out of their chests when they saw the charming prince in such handsome armor, which seemed like it was specially made for him.
"Ah, Thor is so handsome." Little Myrcella blushed slightly before turning to her mother to share her thoughts. "Right, mother?" However, no response came.
She found her mother was in a daze.
"Mother…"
"Mother…" Myrcella shouted, finally bringing Cersei out of her dazed state.
"What?" She looked at her daughter with a glare.
"You're drooling." Myrcella pointed at her mother's face with a giggle.
"What?!"
Robert Baratheon saw the handsome, godlike face of the teenager in front of him with slight irritation. The boy reminded him of himself too much—Seven, he even looked a little like him, to the point where he might have mistaken him for one of his bastards.
Then how come he's so handsome? He remembered himself not having a face like that when he was young. An irritated glare was shot at Thor right then. He wasn't alone, though; many sent envious looks at him.
"If I had this bastard's face, would I ever have had to pay for whores? Women from all seven kingdoms would have flown with their legs open like wings to land on my cock." He muttered under his breath. He wasn't in the best of moods, seeing how he lost the bet with Thor yesterday.
He swore to the Seven, the force he applied yesterday to lift that hammer was enough to unplug a dragon's tail, but that hammer didn't budge an inch. Not only he, but none were able to lift it—none other than the owner himself. He had the gall to flaunt it by tossing the hammer in the air and effortlessly catching it with his fingers...
With bloody FINGERS…
Sorcery, he was sure of it. But he lost nonetheless. The Seven only knew what the boy wanted to ask of him; he hadn't voiced it yet.
Still seeing women and men alike gushing over the boy, he shouted in irritation,
"Enough of it! Have none of you seen a pretty boy before? Start the damn fight already before I put him in a whorehouse for you all to test out."
He would be disappointed to know that there were some who might actually like that idea.
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I hated to use the upgrade point this early before figuring out which attribute would be best to upgrade, but seeing their reactions, I believe it was worth it.
I really like Mjolnir for this reason. Besides all its fighting capabilities, the hammer also gives its user armor when necessary. Good for me that Level 2 Mjolnir was able to do so.
This was the same Armor Thor had in the second money. I believe out of all the armor that was was the best.
I had to go out of the crowded area to bring down the lightning, though, or else it wouldn’t work. That’s why I got late.
It’s a bummer not being able to test how strong I would be at Level 1 across all attributes, but this is also good.
I looked at the knights in their full plate armour, staring at me with strange expressions. It wasn’t just my different armor; it was the cape they were looking at. I thought the cape was a little too much, but why not?
"Come on, please don't disappoint me too bad.."
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