The Rise Of A Porter

Within mere hours, Muspelheim was thrown into chaos. The fire giants were overwhelming the warriors and valkyries from Valhalla. But even then, it was the giants who were being pushed back. 

Unlike the giants, the warriors from Valhalla had already died once. Thus they did not care about dying again. In other words, they were fearless. However, the same wasn't true for the giants. They were scared of dying in their homeworld. 

Unlike the other giants, when fire giants died, they became one with their planet. They became a part of the eternal flame. However, it wasn't anything that filled them with pride. As they wouldn't truly be dead. 

Their souls would become fuel to keep the planet burning and cause them eternal pain and misery. This was the reason why the giants didn't want to die in Muspelheim. None of the gods was aware of this fact simply because giants weren't foolish enough to reveal such a huge weakness to them.

But now that they were under attack, they had no choice but to retreat while slowly shredding the enemies. Surtr had been made aware of the attack and was not pleased by the behaviour of the giants. 

They were supposed to be proud warriors, not a bunch of cowards! How could those fools bring shame upon their lineage? Blinded by rage, Surtr issued a warning for his fellow giants... if even one of them took a single step backwards with the intention of 'living' to see another day, he would personally kill them along with their families. 

Surtr was hoping this would make the giants obey him. But his plan backfired horrendously. He had been already losing the support of his people and this was the final straw. All of a sudden, the giants stopped fighting the Valhallan soldiers and instead turned against their leader. 

They had enough of Surtr's disrespect. If he was such a great leader, then why the hell was he still holed up inside that castle of his? A true leader would not have forced his people to fight and defend their world while not showing up on the front lines himself.

"What the hell is going on here!?" Surtr was taken aback by the sudden disobedience of his people. 

Within a moment, his castle was surrounded and even his most loyal guards had turned their backs on him and left their posts. Surtr was confused and enraged by this new development. Since his army had turned against him as well, he only had two choices.

Either run away from the planet or ask Hela for her help. Surtr being Surtr, decided to go with the second option. He had done so much for the welfare and the development of the planet and he wasn't going to let go of it all that so easily.

"Hela! I need your help!" he yelled at the top of his lungs as he rushed into their room. 

However, as soon as he walked in, he was surprised to find that Hela was no longer there. She had left Muspelheim the moment it was attacked by Odin. At that moment, it dawned upon him. She never loved her... it was all a ploy to gain the support of the giants.

Now that he had lost the trust of his people, they no longer needed him and he was abandoned like trash. Seeing no other way... Surtr prepared himself for battle. There was no hope for his survival. He knew that much. But that didn't mean he would wait for them to come and kill him. 

'If I'm going to die, then I'm taking as many bastards as I can with me.'

Having betrayed twice that too one after another had his eyes blazing with rage. He opened the doors of his chamber and was greeted by the sight of his soldiers holding their weapons against him.

They were the giants who had sworn to protect him with their last breath and now, they were the ones who wanted him dead. Surtr valued what they had done for him over the years. But the fact they would betray him undid all the goodwill he ever had towards them. 

"Drop your weapon ow and peacefully surrender... that is if you don't want to suffer eternal damnation." Frute, Surtr's second in command was the one to warn his leader. 

However, his warning only made Surtr laugh.

"Do you fools think I am afraid of merging with Muspelheim? Unlike you cowards, I would rejoice for being given the chance to become one with the land I died protecting!" Surtr exclaimed as loudly as he could.

He wanted to make sure those fools got to know that he wasn't stepping down as their leader. He wanted them to know... who was their king. Even if it was only for a moment.

"Surtr, this is the last chance-"

"How about we stop dragging this out and get to the good part?" Saying so, Surtr charged right into the crowd. Prepared to kill or be killed. 

Surtr had always been a bit overwhelming for them to handle. Or one could say, he had always been... strange. The way he did things was different and any of the other giants. But now that he was betrayed by them all, his unpredictability had only shot up through the roof. 

A moment later, the bloodbath began. By the time Surtr stopped, everything around him was covered in the blood of giants. However, it wasn't like Surtr was able to escape unharmed. He could barely hold on to his sword as he scanned the halls scattered with corpses.

But there one of them was still alive... Frute. Surtr had saved the best of them for the last. Frute was arguably the second strongest giant on Muspelheim. The only one who could have exchanged blows with Surtr without getting injured in the process. 

However, Frute was no longer capable of fighting Surtr. After all, all of his limbs were missing. The only thing he could do was to glare at Surtr as he took his final breaths.

"We could have achieved so much together..." Surtr mumbled in pain, "but you of all people decided to lead a coup against me."

"Cut... the crap and... kill me. I would rather be with my... soldiers than listen to your shit anymore."

Surtr nodded and with a swing of his sword, killed his oldest and most trusted ally, "Let's getrid of everyone else then...."