>>97457800>>97459784long story...long
Skurge was an Asgardian in love with the Asgardian Goddess Enchantress. Was her lacky for ages, and the running joke of Asgard mostly because of it and his absolute failure at most anything. Shortly before that page happened, he discovered that the Enchantress never loved him, just manipulated him for some muscle.
Thor charges into Helheim with Asgards armies to rescue some mortal souls who had been traded to her by Maleketh in exchange for something or other. Big battle ensues, and while they rescue the mortal souls, wounds are heavy, Thor becomes cursed and scarred by Hela. The Asgardians are trying to retreat as Hel's full armies mass against them. Skurge destroys his famous axe to take out Hela's ship so she can't follow them. They make it to the Gjallerbru, the only entrance to and from Helheim. Thor, wounded, and unhealable, decides he's going to block the road so the Asgardians can flee.
Skurge knocks him the fuck out, hands him to Baldr and says: "I know I am the biggest joke on our homeworld. The woman I loved for ages never loved me, I have failed at everything in life, I have lost my axe, and everyone has always laughed at me. Except for you, Baldr. You never laughed at me. Allow me to hold the line, so you can make it home."
So they give him some machine guns they'd picked up on earth and as much ammo as he could carry, and fled. He held the bridge against the entire forces of Helheim. He fired his guns until there was no more ammo, then he used the guns as clubs until they shattered, and then he used his fists until at last he was slain, and the Asgardians made it safely away.
So epic was his death, that even Hela acknowledges his worth, and years later when Enchantress tried to resurrect him, she nearly destroyed all of reality in the mere attempt. Skurge's last stand is as much a fundamental part of reality as is the world tree itself.
