[center][h2]Tarene [/h2]a.k.a Hammer Girl a.k.a Thor Girl a.k.a crazy Lady Thor who lost Mjolnir
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Midgardian beer was woefully weak ... at least, that was what Tarene had concluded. In truth, her body metabolised the alcohol far too quickly and nothing was strong enough to have even the faintest effect on her system. She ended up drinking double-whiskey as if it were tap water. Coulson had long since gone and she'd found herself in the company of some bikers who, with their gnarly beards and huge upper-arms, almost looked faintly like Asgardian's, even if the trick only worked when you squinted your eyes really small. 

They were astounded by her ability to drink large volumes without any real effect and finally they asked for her story, those who were sober enough to hear it. It wouldn't matter what she told them anyway, they'd be too drunk to remember the following morning anyway.
Toward the end she was still trying to figure out her story ... she wasn't sure exactly. The beginning of her tale was always easy. Chosen from a young age, she set herself apart among the others in Asgard, rose through the ranks, fought alongside Sif and Thor and Fandral and Hogun and Volstag. She'd punched Loki in the face on more than one occasion and then there'd been Ragnarok ... thats where things went pear-shaped. She survived, sifting through the charred remnants of Asgard. Exploring Vanaheim, Muspleheim, Jotunheim, back to Asgard, Alfheim, back to Asgard again ... Then she'd wound up on Midgard, drawn to it somehow, and it was Mjolnir that had called her. Mjolnir had pulled her to the alien realm and whispered to her. [i]"Lift me Tarene. Claim me and wield my power to crush those who seek to harm this realm and all others"[/i]. 
...

[b]"Then suddenly a ghost from mine own past appeared ... the God of Lies, Loki, Son of Laufey of Jotunheim ... he claimed he was reformed, that he wouldst protect this realm ... but I've seen him destroy Asgard with mine own eyes, he tore the realm asunder ... he used the Bifrost to try destroy Jotunheim ... I wouldst not let him claim this realm and yet-"[/b]. And yet it was the Midgardian's who claimed he was their champion and that she was their enemy. 
[b]"The blood of good men, innocent men, stains mine own hands but that is the way of war is it not? If a few thousand lives were all it took to save Asgard, wouldst I not have made that same choice again? Ist that not what the Odinson would have willed? To save Asgard- Sif and Volstagg, Hogun, Fandral, Odin, Thor- All of them."[/b] 

Loki couldn't truly be reformed ... could he? What if Midgard was his? His kingdom? And it was the Midgardian's who had aided him in destroying Asgard? Suddenly her head ached, and it wasn't from the alcohol, not entirely, though it was finally kicking in, making her pleasantly tipsy. 
[b]"Thine beer is more like the piss of a Bilgesnipe, yellow and stinking"[/b] she complained, it was far easier to hate the Midgardian piss-beer than it was figuring out what Loki was now. Was he true or was this another one of his many, many lies and crimes? 

Suddenly a pain shot through her, lancing through her chest like a bolt of lightning and it felt like it was tearing pieces away, ripping out important cells and scratching on her ribs as it clawed its way out. A caged animal ripping itself out of her. She shrieked and blacked out from the pain but for a brief moment, before she lost consciousness, she knew she'd lost something far more important that her senses. 

She'd lost Mjolnir.