nextgen_asgard:

(Originally: http://www.scribbld.com/community/marvel_nextgen/117338.html?thread=6443354#t6443354)

A year and a half ago...


Odin has passed down his prophecies for the fates of his grandchildren. But there is another who has arrived to aid Asgard in its hour of need...

Odin takes Vincent into the same back chamber as the others.

"Ver' soon, Bifrost shalt be shattered by the Demogorge, and none mayst return to Earth, possibly for some time, possibly fore'er. So thou hast now a decision to make."

He holds up a scrying sphere, showing Vincent a scene from Earth - a scene of Franklin before the open gates to hell, scenes of the rest of the F4 battling all manner of mutant threats, and a great citadel rising, horribly, from the middle of New York City.

"Thou'rt a child of two worlds, two bloods. But tis not blood that makest an Asgardian, tis their eternal duty. So now thou /must/ decide where thy heart lies.
If thou'rt to be a child of Asgard, then thy Earthen brother and adopted family shalt battle and suffer alone in this time of trouble. If today ist the end, then ne'er wilt they know what became of thee. And e'en if today is not the end, one day, thou wilt need to abandon them fore'er, leaving them and all that is of Midgard behind. When Ragnarok comes, they wilt ne'er see thee again, and thou wilt abandon them to whate'er trials and struggles art their due to fight alone. And if so, when Ragnarok comes... thou wilt die alone and unheralded. There shalt be no triumph, there shalt be no glory. Merely leaving behind thy Midgard family to die... as all Asgardians must.
If this is thy choice, then thy heart is Asgardian, and I shalt restore Amora's blood to thee, at some cost to mine own power.

Or, thou mayst choose that thy heart be human, and belonging to..." a picture of Andrea emerges in the scrying crystal. "This one, always. If so, I shalt return the immortal blood to thy veins, that thou mayst live as long as she wilt, to die upon the same day, and not a moment before, no matter how many days that mayst be. And I shalt teach thee the secrets of mortal magic, that thou mayst become a more powerful sorceror to make up for the loss of strength, durability and other gifts of being born Amora's son. I wilt show this to thee o'er three days, after which thou wilt be sent back to Earth, more gifted in sorcery, but Asgardian no more. But thou mayst be in time to join them in their battles for Midgard, and mayhap warn them of some of what ist to come, mayhap to save many lives.

So, what wilt it be, Vincent of two bloods? Where liest thy heart?"

tabula_rasa:

From foggy London to sweltering New Orleans. It was as much a culture shock as it was a shock to her senses. To Yankee Clipper's too, if the grumbling mews coming from the pet carrier meant anything. She was in total agreement with the cat - it was too damned hot.

She set the carrier down in front of a door and checked the address. It was correct. Hopefully they had something cool to drink for the both of them. She took a breath and knocked.