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In another universe it was a slime villain that that would draw Izuku to his favorite hero, but not in this one. He would meet his favorite hero, he just hasn't realized that it wouldn't be All Might after today. For it was a hero he would meet today, he just wasn't known to this world anymore. As for the "villain" he would meet, he wasn't slimy but his hair greasy and indeed in need of a place (or body) to hide in.
As he rambled through the tunnel Izuku felt hopeless, "Maybe Kacchan was right, maybe i am just useless. Maybe i shou-". It was the voice of a stranger that broke him from his thoughts. "Just stay still, alright boy? This won't... shouldn't hurt, i haven't tried it on a midgardian yet." It was then that a shadow seemed to jump from the walls beside him and a man clad in a jet black suit materialized.
"Wha-who are yo-" was all the frightened green haired boy could sqeak out. The suit clad man had grabbed his right arm and in a terrifying moment his greasy haired attacker arms began to submerge into Izuku's with a dazzling golden light around the point of contact.
"it's almost over boy, just a little bit longer" said the stranger as his right arm had sunk into the teens, the rest of his body following suit.
Izuku wished to scream as he felt his mental faculties leave his control as the man before him seemed to sink into his own body, but his control over his speech was one as the first to go. It was a confusing time for Izuku, he didn't know what to think of his situation, was he dying or simply falling prey to some kind of takeover quirk, he didn't know. For all he knew these were his last moments. A blinding flash of light lit up the whole tunnel from behind him, then his vision went black as he lost use of his eyes now.
When Izuku awoke the first thing he heard was the arguement of a tall blonde man (with a glorious beard, if he had anything to say about it) and the stranger that had attacked him. The stranger was now on his back, with some heavy looking hammer on his chest weighing him down. In the bright light he could now see what this stranger looked like, he indeed had a black suit, with greasy black hair that was pulled to the back of his head and skin a pale as snow.
Izuku got to hear the last of the two's arguement, he wasn't sure if the blonde man was a hero or not as he seemed to speak with the attacker as if he'd known him before.
"-and why should I go back? What have the people down to deserve having to put up with me" came the black haired man to the blonde one.
"Put up with you? They miss you brother, I miss you, you've changed. The people consider you a hero, they forgave you."
"So what if they think I'm better, I... look you've gone and woke the boy", he said as he turned his head.
"Ahh, young man. We've begun to cast doubt as the you health. But you look fine" bellowed the blonde hero? (he still wasn't sure).
"Wha-What? Why is that villain still here? Shou-Shouldn't you bring him to police for using his quirk on me" he squeaked out. "Why am I so bad at speaking" he thought in his head, a thought he had day to day now.
"Quirk? Perhaps I haven't visited Midgard often enough to keep up, is that another "me-me" that goes around?" said the blonde one.
If he was truly a hero then Izuku just learned why villains hate them so much, as he thought this the other stranger mustered more dissapoint and disgust to his face than humanly possible. Maybe this "villain" wasn't so bad.
"You insufferable fool. First off, it's "meme" you blabbering idiot. And second, their "quirks" are abilities or physical anomaly they are born with with the sacrifice of the connection to the mystic arts."
Izuku was confused to say the least, these two men come arguing and one doesn't know of quirks. "Just how big of a rock does he have to live under" was all he could think. Also, just who were these two people, a hero and a villain? But then the blonde one would've HAD to be in a good mental state to get licensed, so just how would he not remember what a quirk is? To get licensed he would have to pass high school and be know about quirk laws, just what is his deal then? What were the mystic arts? Where is "Midgard"?
"Young man? You've been mumbling, we heard you talking about me." The blonde said, and the black haired man nodded in agreement. "I'm Thor, young man. This is my brother Loki. By the way Loki, if i take the hammer up will you stay?"
"Fine brother, but i wont enjoy being here" said Loki, now free to rise from the ground.
"Come now, it is getting late young..." started Thor
"Midoriya, sir"
"Yes young Midoriya, it's best you start to head home now, I'll walk with you."
They began to set off for his home and Izuku had dozens of questions to ask about these two men when out of the corner of his eye he saw something, the hammer Thor had moved off Loki. Since he was right next to it now the polite thing to do was to try and get it for him.He grabbed it tight and lifted it with surprising ease.
"Sir, I think you forgot this", he held out the hammer to the large man, expecting him to take it. But instead Thor remained still, looking at him for reasons Midoriya did not know. He was beginning to get worried, had he done something wrong? "Sorry if u wasn't mea-"
"No, young Midoriya, this is fantastic, you can lift Mjiolnir. It deems you worthy to use my power". Thor seemed to become estatic and jumped about in joy, saying "Another is worthy" over and over in a giddy voice.
But Izuku stood there, Mjiolnir in hand, unsure of the significance of it. Just how does a hammer view someone as worthy? What does IT consider worthy anyway? How does this allow him to use Thor's powers, whatever they may be. And still just who are they really?