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Loki: The God of Magic
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He could also rebuild Svartalfheim at a later date, allowing for colonization of one of their realms. Not soon, but maybe in a century or so
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that… feels like it's asking for one to be stabbed by surtur, restoring his power
(I forget is surtur is still alive in this fic)
Chapter 22 - Sad Great Accidents
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—
Midgard
He stood in the crystalline nursery of the nascent Celestial. It was still asleep, close to the end of its development. Industrialization and the sudden increase in Midgard's population pulled the Emergence to a closer date. The last time he was here, he sought only understanding.
This time, he was looking for a fight.
He gathered seidr in the palm of his hand, coalescing it into a singularity. The green color collapsed into black as he increased the gravity. He kept it together with force and slowly levitated it to the celestial.
The outer layer of its shell wavered. Its limbs, suspended in the air, were pulled towards the black hole. When the first pieces of the shell broke away and disintegrated, the Celestial woke up.
All six of its eyes lit up, but it did not react. He did not know why and didn't question it. The black hole of seidr continued to grind away. It breached the shell in minutes, reaching the cosmic energy inside.
The Celestial bellowed.
A deep rumbling voice shook the cavern, disrupting his concentration for a moment. He pushed the black hole inside the cavity, breaking the energy gathered through countless years into subatomic particles and transforming them to more seidr for him.
He was making the Celestial's power his own.
The more he absorbed, the stronger he felt. He increased the gravitational pull of the black hole with his newfound power. The glowing eyes slowly dimmed, and the Celestial's golden helmet caved in at the top.
His disproportionate arms were crushed against its chest. The legs broke upward, its arms disappeared, and the helmet flattened. The golden shell was crushed into a dense orb around the black hole, reaching equilibrium. He directed more seidr to increase the pull.
In the blink of an eye, the shell completely broke down to its subatomic particles. The black, larger and denser, was the only thing left behind. The gravity disappeared with a simple command. The orb returned to its green color.
He wrapped his hand around it and pulled.
The sudden influx of energy disrupted his form. His arm bulged, becoming thicker than his chest. The rest of his body followed as the seidr spread.
He felt like a balloon ready to burst.
Compressing the seidr, he slowly returned to his original form. Once sure his body would not bloat up again, he opened a gate to the surface.
Distracted as he was, he could not react in time to the punch that shattered the outer layers of his jaw, nor the countless more that struck him in a heartbeat.
He willed the gravity in his surrounding area to disappear. The attacker, a female who gave the same energy as Ajak, shot up to the sky. He raised a hand, pulling her down.
"That," he slurred, snapping his jaw into place while reconstructing the outer layer, "tickled." He punctuated his point by electrocuting her to unconsciousness.
"What did you do?" Ajak, the guardian of the Celestial she had met before, narrowed her eyes.
"Ah, I remember you. These are your compatriots, I assume?" He gazed at the entities surrounding him. Along with the one he had just sent to the land of dreams, there were ten in total, including a child.
"I will not ask again. What did you do?"
He laughed, a soft huff escaping between his lips. "You are assaulting me for a reason you don't even know?"
"Enough talking," one of the males said. Loki raised his hand, blocking and absorbing the ocular beams. The Eternal continued to blast, while the rest observed.
His eyes glowed green. Two emerald beams met the golden ones, easily overpowering the synthetic lifeform. The beam's kinetic force slammed on the Eternal's head like Mjolnir, carving a trench in the Earth.
"Stop." Ajak raised both hands, standing between him and her brethren. "If you explain what you have done here, we can discuss this."
"Hmm, no," he winked, opening a gate and quickly leaving.
—
Asgard
Loki allowed himself a small smile once in the safety of his home. He could have killed those guards, but as they were unaware of the nascent Celestial's presence, they must have been warned.
By another Celestial.
Leaving Midgard was for the best. Even if the Celestial learned his appearance, he had covered his tracks. It would have to search the entire galaxy to know who he was.
Even then, he would be ready.
—
As he prepared himself for Helheim by advancing his control, Loki wondered how many planets had been destroyed during an Emergence and how many races rendered extinct. Had any reached the space age and survived the cataclysmic event?
Which led him to wonder about Asgard's past. Since the Aesir could not have evolved on a constructed realm, where had they originated from?
"Hildryn, my favorite librarian. How was your day so far?"
She lifted her head from the computer, her greying ponytail swinging wildly. "Thank you, my prince, it has been much the same. What brings you here today?"
"You see, I recently learned about a stellar phenomenon that could cause the destruction of planets, and it got me thinking. Where did the Aesir originate from? Asgard itself is a planetoid, not a natural stellar object."
"Ah," her amber eyes lit up, reaching for the bottom drawer.
"What you ask is a question few have ever bothered to voice. I have no answer to give, for one simply does not exist in any of our records."
A single eyebrow rose. "Come now, nothing at all?"
"Perhaps something." She held out a datapad. "I came across records from the time of your great grandfather, King Buri. They are mostly on material gathering, with orders for haste above everything. At first, I assumed they were for the Hall of Science and the dungeons, yet the sheer amount of resources harvested proved otherwise."
He took the datapad, scanning through the requisition orders. Mostly composed of ores, whatever Buri needed those resources for, it wasn't for the Hall of Science.
"There is enough here to build another planetoid."
"Indeed. Why or how King Buri built Asgard, we cannot be sure, or if he did at all."
"Thank you, Hildryn, if I come across anything, I will be sure to bring it to you first."
The corners of her lips lifted slightly. "With you on it, I might finally learn some answers myself, my prince. Best of luck to you."
—
He had never had so little to work on. The need for so many raw resources pointed to a great endeavor, yet what? There existed only one person privy to more secrets than anyone else he could go to.
"Father, I had a question regarding history," he said, taking a seat. His father was overseeing administrative work, and he was too impatient to wait for him to take a break.
"Oh?" Odin's one good eye crinkled. "It has been centuries since you last asked me a question. What is it?"
"Asgard is a planetoid, not a natural stellar object. My question is, who created it for what reason?"
His father paused before answering.
"I do not know."
"Ah," he said, blinking rapidly. It was rare for his father to not know the answer to a question concerning Asgard.
"I asked that question to my father in his youth. All that he told me was what his father told him. Our people suffered a great calamity, and Asgard was all that was left."
"That is better than what I had so far. I shall keep you no longer then."
"When you discover something, do let me know first."
"Of course."
—
With the clue his father offered, Loki split himself into a hundred shades to comb every piece of written and oral history of Asgard. He even scoured his father's private library, coming up with nothing.
Plenty of calamities were mentioned, but none related to Asgar. d.
His trail of thought led him to consider summoning the spirit of Buri, whether he was in Valhalla or not, for answers. The potential issues were too great; instead, he had a more radical idea.
Time itself.
Close to a millenia ago, he had come across an organization that had control over time. He had relived that day due to their device. The Time Stone also existed, proving that manipulation of time was very much possible.
—
Kamar-Taj
"Loki, welcome," his centuries-old friend greeted, grasping his arm. "What brings you to Earth?"
"Good to see you too."
"Come in; I'll prepare some tea."
Inside of the sanctum was the same yet different. Furniture had been moved around, there were new additions, but the atmosphere stayed the same. The aroma of tea and other hot drinks is mixed with the leathery scent of the books, creating a pleasant air to study.
"How have you been since we last spoke?" she asked, summoning a tea pot and cups with snacks.
"Great," he said, raising the cup to her. "I even solved Midgard's celestial problem."
Her eyebrows shot up, but she had more than enough control to not let the tea burn her. "How so?"
"I destroyed it," he said, creating a singularity in his palm.
Her gaze locked on the black hole of magic until Loki dismissed it. "Fabulous news, but I have a feeling you are not here only for that."
"No, I am not. I am actually researching Asgard's creation, but no records I could find provide anything substantial."
"Are you going to ask me permission to use the Time Stone?"
"Of course not," he waved his hand. "I just want to observe you while you use it."
"You think you can learn how to manipulate time from it?"
"Most certainly. The question is, will you let me?"
"If I did not, you would just discover another way."
"True."
She rolled her eyes before opening a small portal to take the Eye of Agomotto from where it rested.
"I only want you to promise me one thing. Do not change the past."
"I know better than that."
"Very well."
An intricate green circle appeared in her palm. It spun clockwise, and the empty teacup was refilled with steaming tea.
He observed the movement of particles that he was not aware of previously. Their existence was curious. Until the moment Yao used the Time Stone, he could not perceive them. Once aware of their existence, it was as if something clicked.
His seidr spread, latching on to the particles.
He raised his left index finger and slowly rotated his wrist to the left. The empty cup before him was filled much in the same way his friend's had. He did the same to the empty cookie plate, rewinding time to bring what he had already consumed back into existence.
She huffed. "You are a truly terrifying individual."
"I will take that as a compliment."
"Since you are here, would you care to join me for a small task?"
"More zealots?" He had already assisted in neutralizing several followers of the Cosmic Conqueror.
"Yes." Her eyes drifted away. "Dormammu does not give up."
He relaxed on the chair, spreading his senses. The energy drawn from the Dark Dimension had a very distinctive feeling to it. Before, he could not scan the entire planet for them, yet now, it was possible.
And frighteningly easy.
"Found them. They are up north in Russia."
"Huh."
"What is it?"
"They are doing something, not sure what. A portal?"
"We should hurry."
He nodded and opened a gate to the proximity of the zealots.
—
Waves of dark energy washed over them. The corner of his upper lip twitched. He took off immediately, with the Ancient One following.
As the distance closed, he could see that the zealots were indeed trying to open a portal. He snarled, thrusting his palm out. An enormous beam of green plasma struck the cold tundra. The zealots did not have the time to comprehend the attack before they were disintegrated into seidr, along with the ritual itself.
The explosion that followed, however, had not been part of his plan.
His brash attack must have overloaded the ritual circle. Energy from the Dark Dimension bled into Midgard, clashing with his seidr. The total annihilation would have certainly destroyed the Ancient One had he not whisked her and himself away.
Even as far as they were now, he felt the shockwaves minutes later.
His all-seeing vision showed a gruesome scene. Trees were felled in an area of at least two thousand kilometers square, most likely more. Hundreds of kilometers away, windows were shattered while people knocked on the ground, trying to gather their bearings.
He winced.
The idea that there would be anyone willing to so easily sell their entire planet and race for power already made him furious. But to see some of the zealots actually come close to succeeding?
It made his blood boil.
And his thoughtlessness had leveled half a forest, while the effects would be felt for days to come.
"You know I'm supposed to be the one dealing with them, right?" The Ancient One said dryly.
"My apologies," Loki replied. "Their treachery angered me. It will not happen again."
"I certainly hope not," she said. "Next time you might destroy a city."
—
Asgard
Once they had caught up on the events of their lives, Loki left Midgard for home.
His mind was still stuck on the destruction he had caused. Had it been anywhere near a city, it would have caused a great loss of life.
He would have to be careful in the future unless he did not have to worry about collateral damage.
The fault did not solely lie with him.
Dormammu's attempts to conquer Midgard had never ceased. There was no way for either him or the Ancient One to defeat the Destroyer of Worlds.
Until now.
Once he felt comfortable in his use of powers, he would put an end to Dormammu. Preferably after he uncovered Asgard's unknown past.
"Loki, we are having a match against the Vanaheim realm team. Come on, we need you," Thor called outside of his door.
"Very well," he acquiesced. He wasn't in the mood to argue, and it would prove to be a distraction.
As he was about to enter the scanner, he froze. There was no possible way for his current existence to enter the digital realm through the scanner without a catastrophe.
He simply willed himself inside instead, bypassing the scanners.
The match against the Vanaheim team was one organized to celebrate the millennia of peace and was outside the regular leagues.
He held back, matching the level of the best seidr practitioner the Vanir players had for a fair match.
A thunderous kick from Thor had sealed the fate of the event in the last minute. The lightning-infused ball had flashed through the almost entire length of the field, sending the goalkeeper inside the goal, winning the match in Aesir's favor three to two.
It was all in good spirits, so no one was overly sad by the result.
His concerns did not weigh him down for a short while as he enjoyed the game.
—
In the next chapter:
"I had enough," Thor bellowed, barging into his room.
"What happened?" he asked, coming out of his meditative state. The temporal gate he was about to open collapsed on itself before fully forming.
"Father won't let up with his foolish lessons. I am going to Hel, regardless of anything."
"Well," Loki scratched the back of his head, "the past can wait. Let us go."
Curious about the next chapter? Please consider supporting me on Patreon.
If you enjoy my stories, you can read up to 15 chapters in advance per story on my Patreon page / patreon.com/Samael61.
Do you like Loki's creations, dangerous experiments, and willingness to challenge enemies that appear above his league? Then you will definitely like Thairon, the protagonist of my original story, Arrival : Ruptures. Comments, likes and reviews are appreciated. Here are the links for : AO3, Spacebattles, Royal Road and Webnovel.
—
Midgard
He stood in the crystalline nursery of the nascent Celestial. It was still asleep, close to the end of its development. Industrialization and the sudden increase in Midgard's population pulled the Emergence to a closer date. The last time he was here, he sought only understanding.
This time, he was looking for a fight.
He gathered seidr in the palm of his hand, coalescing it into a singularity. The green color collapsed into black as he increased the gravity. He kept it together with force and slowly levitated it to the celestial.
The outer layer of its shell wavered. Its limbs, suspended in the air, were pulled towards the black hole. When the first pieces of the shell broke away and disintegrated, the Celestial woke up.
All six of its eyes lit up, but it did not react. He did not know why and didn't question it. The black hole of seidr continued to grind away. It breached the shell in minutes, reaching the cosmic energy inside.
The Celestial bellowed.
A deep rumbling voice shook the cavern, disrupting his concentration for a moment. He pushed the black hole inside the cavity, breaking the energy gathered through countless years into subatomic particles and transforming them to more seidr for him.
He was making the Celestial's power his own.
The more he absorbed, the stronger he felt. He increased the gravitational pull of the black hole with his newfound power. The glowing eyes slowly dimmed, and the Celestial's golden helmet caved in at the top.
His disproportionate arms were crushed against its chest. The legs broke upward, its arms disappeared, and the helmet flattened. The golden shell was crushed into a dense orb around the black hole, reaching equilibrium. He directed more seidr to increase the pull.
In the blink of an eye, the shell completely broke down to its subatomic particles. The black, larger and denser, was the only thing left behind. The gravity disappeared with a simple command. The orb returned to its green color.
He wrapped his hand around it and pulled.
The sudden influx of energy disrupted his form. His arm bulged, becoming thicker than his chest. The rest of his body followed as the seidr spread.
He felt like a balloon ready to burst.
Compressing the seidr, he slowly returned to his original form. Once sure his body would not bloat up again, he opened a gate to the surface.
Distracted as he was, he could not react in time to the punch that shattered the outer layers of his jaw, nor the countless more that struck him in a heartbeat.
He willed the gravity in his surrounding area to disappear. The attacker, a female who gave the same energy as Ajak, shot up to the sky. He raised a hand, pulling her down.
"That," he slurred, snapping his jaw into place while reconstructing the outer layer, "tickled." He punctuated his point by electrocuting her to unconsciousness.
"What did you do?" Ajak, the guardian of the Celestial she had met before, narrowed her eyes.
"Ah, I remember you. These are your compatriots, I assume?" He gazed at the entities surrounding him. Along with the one he had just sent to the land of dreams, there were ten in total, including a child.
"I will not ask again. What did you do?"
He laughed, a soft huff escaping between his lips. "You are assaulting me for a reason you don't even know?"
"Enough talking," one of the males said. Loki raised his hand, blocking and absorbing the ocular beams. The Eternal continued to blast, while the rest observed.
His eyes glowed green. Two emerald beams met the golden ones, easily overpowering the synthetic lifeform. The beam's kinetic force slammed on the Eternal's head like Mjolnir, carving a trench in the Earth.
"Stop." Ajak raised both hands, standing between him and her brethren. "If you explain what you have done here, we can discuss this."
"Hmm, no," he winked, opening a gate and quickly leaving.
—
Asgard
Loki allowed himself a small smile once in the safety of his home. He could have killed those guards, but as they were unaware of the nascent Celestial's presence, they must have been warned.
By another Celestial.
Leaving Midgard was for the best. Even if the Celestial learned his appearance, he had covered his tracks. It would have to search the entire galaxy to know who he was.
Even then, he would be ready.
—
As he prepared himself for Helheim by advancing his control, Loki wondered how many planets had been destroyed during an Emergence and how many races rendered extinct. Had any reached the space age and survived the cataclysmic event?
Which led him to wonder about Asgard's past. Since the Aesir could not have evolved on a constructed realm, where had they originated from?
"Hildryn, my favorite librarian. How was your day so far?"
She lifted her head from the computer, her greying ponytail swinging wildly. "Thank you, my prince, it has been much the same. What brings you here today?"
"You see, I recently learned about a stellar phenomenon that could cause the destruction of planets, and it got me thinking. Where did the Aesir originate from? Asgard itself is a planetoid, not a natural stellar object."
"Ah," her amber eyes lit up, reaching for the bottom drawer.
"What you ask is a question few have ever bothered to voice. I have no answer to give, for one simply does not exist in any of our records."
A single eyebrow rose. "Come now, nothing at all?"
"Perhaps something." She held out a datapad. "I came across records from the time of your great grandfather, King Buri. They are mostly on material gathering, with orders for haste above everything. At first, I assumed they were for the Hall of Science and the dungeons, yet the sheer amount of resources harvested proved otherwise."
He took the datapad, scanning through the requisition orders. Mostly composed of ores, whatever Buri needed those resources for, it wasn't for the Hall of Science.
"There is enough here to build another planetoid."
"Indeed. Why or how King Buri built Asgard, we cannot be sure, or if he did at all."
"Thank you, Hildryn, if I come across anything, I will be sure to bring it to you first."
The corners of her lips lifted slightly. "With you on it, I might finally learn some answers myself, my prince. Best of luck to you."
—
He had never had so little to work on. The need for so many raw resources pointed to a great endeavor, yet what? There existed only one person privy to more secrets than anyone else he could go to.
"Father, I had a question regarding history," he said, taking a seat. His father was overseeing administrative work, and he was too impatient to wait for him to take a break.
"Oh?" Odin's one good eye crinkled. "It has been centuries since you last asked me a question. What is it?"
"Asgard is a planetoid, not a natural stellar object. My question is, who created it for what reason?"
His father paused before answering.
"I do not know."
"Ah," he said, blinking rapidly. It was rare for his father to not know the answer to a question concerning Asgard.
"I asked that question to my father in his youth. All that he told me was what his father told him. Our people suffered a great calamity, and Asgard was all that was left."
"That is better than what I had so far. I shall keep you no longer then."
"When you discover something, do let me know first."
"Of course."
—
With the clue his father offered, Loki split himself into a hundred shades to comb every piece of written and oral history of Asgard. He even scoured his father's private library, coming up with nothing.
Plenty of calamities were mentioned, but none related to Asgar. d.
His trail of thought led him to consider summoning the spirit of Buri, whether he was in Valhalla or not, for answers. The potential issues were too great; instead, he had a more radical idea.
Time itself.
Close to a millenia ago, he had come across an organization that had control over time. He had relived that day due to their device. The Time Stone also existed, proving that manipulation of time was very much possible.
—
Kamar-Taj
"Loki, welcome," his centuries-old friend greeted, grasping his arm. "What brings you to Earth?"
"Good to see you too."
"Come in; I'll prepare some tea."
Inside of the sanctum was the same yet different. Furniture had been moved around, there were new additions, but the atmosphere stayed the same. The aroma of tea and other hot drinks is mixed with the leathery scent of the books, creating a pleasant air to study.
"How have you been since we last spoke?" she asked, summoning a tea pot and cups with snacks.
"Great," he said, raising the cup to her. "I even solved Midgard's celestial problem."
Her eyebrows shot up, but she had more than enough control to not let the tea burn her. "How so?"
"I destroyed it," he said, creating a singularity in his palm.
Her gaze locked on the black hole of magic until Loki dismissed it. "Fabulous news, but I have a feeling you are not here only for that."
"No, I am not. I am actually researching Asgard's creation, but no records I could find provide anything substantial."
"Are you going to ask me permission to use the Time Stone?"
"Of course not," he waved his hand. "I just want to observe you while you use it."
"You think you can learn how to manipulate time from it?"
"Most certainly. The question is, will you let me?"
"If I did not, you would just discover another way."
"True."
She rolled her eyes before opening a small portal to take the Eye of Agomotto from where it rested.
"I only want you to promise me one thing. Do not change the past."
"I know better than that."
"Very well."
An intricate green circle appeared in her palm. It spun clockwise, and the empty teacup was refilled with steaming tea.
He observed the movement of particles that he was not aware of previously. Their existence was curious. Until the moment Yao used the Time Stone, he could not perceive them. Once aware of their existence, it was as if something clicked.
His seidr spread, latching on to the particles.
He raised his left index finger and slowly rotated his wrist to the left. The empty cup before him was filled much in the same way his friend's had. He did the same to the empty cookie plate, rewinding time to bring what he had already consumed back into existence.
She huffed. "You are a truly terrifying individual."
"I will take that as a compliment."
"Since you are here, would you care to join me for a small task?"
"More zealots?" He had already assisted in neutralizing several followers of the Cosmic Conqueror.
"Yes." Her eyes drifted away. "Dormammu does not give up."
He relaxed on the chair, spreading his senses. The energy drawn from the Dark Dimension had a very distinctive feeling to it. Before, he could not scan the entire planet for them, yet now, it was possible.
And frighteningly easy.
"Found them. They are up north in Russia."
"Huh."
"What is it?"
"They are doing something, not sure what. A portal?"
"We should hurry."
He nodded and opened a gate to the proximity of the zealots.
—
Waves of dark energy washed over them. The corner of his upper lip twitched. He took off immediately, with the Ancient One following.
As the distance closed, he could see that the zealots were indeed trying to open a portal. He snarled, thrusting his palm out. An enormous beam of green plasma struck the cold tundra. The zealots did not have the time to comprehend the attack before they were disintegrated into seidr, along with the ritual itself.
The explosion that followed, however, had not been part of his plan.
His brash attack must have overloaded the ritual circle. Energy from the Dark Dimension bled into Midgard, clashing with his seidr. The total annihilation would have certainly destroyed the Ancient One had he not whisked her and himself away.
Even as far as they were now, he felt the shockwaves minutes later.
His all-seeing vision showed a gruesome scene. Trees were felled in an area of at least two thousand kilometers square, most likely more. Hundreds of kilometers away, windows were shattered while people knocked on the ground, trying to gather their bearings.
He winced.
The idea that there would be anyone willing to so easily sell their entire planet and race for power already made him furious. But to see some of the zealots actually come close to succeeding?
It made his blood boil.
And his thoughtlessness had leveled half a forest, while the effects would be felt for days to come.
"You know I'm supposed to be the one dealing with them, right?" The Ancient One said dryly.
"My apologies," Loki replied. "Their treachery angered me. It will not happen again."
"I certainly hope not," she said. "Next time you might destroy a city."
—
Asgard
Once they had caught up on the events of their lives, Loki left Midgard for home.
His mind was still stuck on the destruction he had caused. Had it been anywhere near a city, it would have caused a great loss of life.
He would have to be careful in the future unless he did not have to worry about collateral damage.
The fault did not solely lie with him.
Dormammu's attempts to conquer Midgard had never ceased. There was no way for either him or the Ancient One to defeat the Destroyer of Worlds.
Until now.
Once he felt comfortable in his use of powers, he would put an end to Dormammu. Preferably after he uncovered Asgard's unknown past.
"Loki, we are having a match against the Vanaheim realm team. Come on, we need you," Thor called outside of his door.
"Very well," he acquiesced. He wasn't in the mood to argue, and it would prove to be a distraction.
As he was about to enter the scanner, he froze. There was no possible way for his current existence to enter the digital realm through the scanner without a catastrophe.
He simply willed himself inside instead, bypassing the scanners.
The match against the Vanaheim team was one organized to celebrate the millennia of peace and was outside the regular leagues.
He held back, matching the level of the best seidr practitioner the Vanir players had for a fair match.
A thunderous kick from Thor had sealed the fate of the event in the last minute. The lightning-infused ball had flashed through the almost entire length of the field, sending the goalkeeper inside the goal, winning the match in Aesir's favor three to two.
It was all in good spirits, so no one was overly sad by the result.
His concerns did not weigh him down for a short while as he enjoyed the game.
—
In the next chapter:
"I had enough," Thor bellowed, barging into his room.
"What happened?" he asked, coming out of his meditative state. The temporal gate he was about to open collapsed on itself before fully forming.
"Father won't let up with his foolish lessons. I am going to Hel, regardless of anything."
"Well," Loki scratched the back of his head, "the past can wait. Let us go."
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You know, considering he was killing a celestial God that destroys and creates planets. And stars, you think loki would have asked some questions about them to odin, before he went and killed one of their babies in case they track him back down and destroy asgard.
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Nice to see more Ancient One bonding, haha. And seems there will likely be a family reunion on the horizon. Looking forward to more.
Chapter 23 - How We Met Our Sister
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Hello there,
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Do you like Loki's creations, dangerous experiments, and willingness to challenge enemies that appear above his league? Then you will definitely like Thairon, the protagonist of my original story, Arrival : Ruptures. Comments, likes and reviews are appreciated. Here are the links for : AO3, Spacebattles, Royal Road and Webnovel.
—
Asgard
"I had enough," Thor bellowed, barging into his room.
"What happened?" he asked, coming out of his meditative state. The temporal gate he was about to open collapsed on itself before fully forming.
"Father won't let up with his foolish lessons. I am going to Hel, regardless of anything."
"Well," Loki scratched the back of his head, "the past can wait. Let us go."
—
Niflheim
Hel
Thor stepped out of the gate first, scanning the area. Except for the rocky formations and the stillness of the air, this part of Niflheim appeared to be desolated. It was to be expected from the realm of the dead, neither honored nor dishonored.
"It's clear," he declared. Not that there was supposed to be anything in Helheim except souls.
"Who exactly are we supposed to find here?" he asked. Even if Hel was just a part of Niflheim, it was still too large of a place to explore.
Loki scanned the planet, detecting the sole lifeform in the realm. "There is someone that way."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Thor spun his hammer, creating a small whirlwind, and launched himself away.
He took off in a more controlled manner. The rocky formations and the mist spread all across the realm. It was as if all life and movement had died at some point in time.
"Wait, look, down there," he called to his brother, pointing to the ground. Thor's brows furrowed, and he guided Mjolnir to land.
He had to watch his steps to not disturb the dead. "Skeletons? Here?"
"It makes no sense, unless someone was slayed here. And look at the armors and insignias," Loki said.
Silver armor and with black shields that carried Asgard's regalia. From the shape of the armor and the skeleton horses with wing struts, there was only one possibility.
Thor stepped back, as if he had just desecrated a holy place. "By Asgard, these are the Valkyries."
"They died here. How?" he wondered. How had the terrible battle that destroyed Valkyries taken place in Hel of all the realms?
"I believe the answer lies with the sole living being here," he said, still unable to pierce through the mist.
"I can try something though, something not well-received." It would give them immediate answers at the cost of disrupting the dead.
"I can't think of anything worse than letting the Valkyries rot in this place."
"Let us hope they think the same."
He brought his fist close to his forehead. He slowly pushed his hand forward, his fist spreading into a claw. The blast of seidr latched onto the bones of a valkyrie. They rattled for a moment.
A spirit, draped in grey robes, lurched forward out of the skeleton.
"What? Where am I?" The Valkyrie scanned the area, her eyes snapping left and right.
"Honored Valkyrie," Thor stepped forward, giving a small bow. "We are Thor and Loki, sons of Odin, princes of Asgard. Forgive us for disrupting your rest in Valhalla."
The Valkyrie flew forward, eyes narrowing. "Sons of Odin?"
"Indeed. We have questions regarding the fate of the Valkyrie. We humbly ask you for answers."
"You," she began, continuing after a small silence, "do not know?"
"No." Thor shook his head. "We believe our father keeps it a secret."
"Yet he gave you Mjolnir."
Thor and Loki shared a glance.
"It was Hela, the firstborn of Odin, his general and executioner. We have been sent to stop her, to put her back into prison. You can see how it went for us," she said, raising her hands to gesture to the battlefield around her, where the remains of the Valkyrie and their horses lay.
"Hela?" Loki's eyes widened. "We have a sister?" Not only did she exist, but she was his adopted sister?
He had not seen that twist coming.
She let out a dry chuckle. "Yes. I assume he kept it a secret as well?"
"He has," Thor said, coming to his senses. A sister who had slain the Valkyries. A sister who had been imprisoned in Helheim for longer than they were alive. A sister that his father had kept a secret.
Why?
"Why was she imprisoned?" he asked, starting to pace around.
"Once the Allfather abandoned his conquest plans, she disagreed and staged a coup. She failed. As punishment, the Allfather locked her up in Helheim, but she broke out. You know the rest."
"You must have succeeded then."
"No, all but one of us perished. Even our Commander, Brunnhilde, was no match for her. If she is still imprisoned, then it was most likely the Allfather's work."
"His conquest, you said?" Loki asked. Those two words explained so much, and answered so many questions. "Father always preaches about the value of peace and harmony. Are you saying it was not always the case?"
The Valkyrie burst out in laughter and did not stop for a solid minute. The brothers waited for her to finish. "Your father brought realm after realm to its knees with Hela. His victories were countless, and his foes trembled at the mere mention of his name, yet one day, he decided to give it all up."
Loki covered his mouth with the palm of his hand. Thor looked faint on his feet.
"And Mjolnir?" His brother removed the hammer from the side of his waist, raising it to the Valkyrie.
"It belonged to Hela. A weapon made for conquest."
He lowered it back, gazing at it with slumped shoulders. "Yet he charged me with it to protect the Nine Realms."
"The dead who reached Valhalla after our time spoke of how the Allfather changed. I simply did not believe it until now."
"I can't believe this. He lied to us, to everyone," Thor raged, looking for something to smash to dust.
"Why didn't he kill her?" Loki asked. Objectively, an isolation for over a thousand years in this dead realm was a worse punishment.
"Hela draws her power from Asgard, not as much as the Allfather does, but enough. I do not think he could have done so without weakening himself."
"That is, if he could have brought himself to strike down his daughter," she added as an afterthought.
"I… thank you, honored Valkyrie. May we learn your name?" His brother's question made him realize they had not even asked her name, too.
"Sigrun, my prince."
"Thank you, Sigrun."
"Before I leave, may I make a request?"
"Whatever you want."
"It might be daunting, but would it be possible for you to carry our remains out of this place?"
Loki nodded, spreading his seidr. Each skeleton of the Valkyries levitated and lay in wooden ships with weapons and horses. He moved them to his pocket dimension until the funeral.
"We shall lay them to rest with highest honors."
"One last thing, our commander, Brunnhilde. Is she not at Asgard? Her remains are not here, and neither is she in Valhalla."
Thor's eyes widened, a glimmer of hope. Perhaps not all Valkyries had vanished?
"No, she is not," Loki said, realizing what his brother was thinking.
Sigrun closed her eyes. "Then she might yet be alive."
"If you find her, tell her that it wasn't her fault."
"We shall." With the promise, he released the hold on her soul as she faded back into Valhalla.
—
He held out a small cask of ale to his brother. "Here."
Thor took it, downing it in one go. "Thank you," he said, wiping his lips. He still sat on a rock, where the remains of the Valkyries lay a short while ago.
"All the pieces fit together now."
"Hmm?"
"Hela returns to Asgard after Father is dead. She attempts to resume the conquest of the Nine Realms and the realms beyond. We fail to stop her since she draws her power from Asgard and destroy our home, so she does not go on a bloody warpath and kill countless innocents," Thor said in one breath.
"I agree." His brother's analysis was spot on, exactly what he considered.
"What do we do now?"
"Do we have any other choice but to speak to her?"
"I suppose not."
—
Hela's prison was close to the battlefield.
It was a golden, transparent dome, keeping her locked inside. Even at a glance, he understood what it was.
"I can't believe this. Father is burning his life force to keep her imprisoned."
"If by 'father' you mean Odin, then yes," a low, smooth voice spoke. From the shadows, a figure clad in a black and green leathery suit stepped out. Her icy blue eyes were a parody of Thor's, cold and deadly.
She stood like a wolf ready to pounce on her prey.
"You must be Hela."
"And you two, my little brothers."
With her black hair and slender body, she looked more like Loki's sister than Thor's.
"I am Thor."
"Loki."
"How precious," she smirked, walking away. "He cages me here like an animal and then goes to have you two."
"I am adopted," he said.
"Adopted?" Her head whipped around. "He adopted a child when he left countless orphans?"
"Yes."
It was difficult to imagine his peace-loving father as a bloodthirsty warlord bent on conquest. Had he not heard it from Sigrun, and now Hela, he might not have believed it.
"Ah, Odin. How the mighty have fallen."
She spread her arms. "I am Hela, the Goddess of Death, and the rightful heir to Asgard's throne."
"Yet Father seems to think otherwise," Thor muttered, sizing up Hela in return.
Her lips quivered. "Once he is dead, what he thinks will not matter."
"He dies, you leave your prison, we bring down Ragnarok, and Asgard is destroyed along with you," Loki repeated what Thor had said earlier. Even this small conversation was enough to confirm what they had considered.
"What?"
"Uh, why are we telling her that?"
He leaned close. "Because unlike our Father, I can and will kill her should she prove to be a danger to Asgard."
No matter how much power she drew from Asgard, Loki could outmatch it. Even now, he could strike her down with his seidr singularity, reducing her to nothing but identical particles. She could not return from that.
"We have been investigating the truth behind the prophecy of Ragnarok. It led us to you," he explained.
Thor glanced at his sister, smirking at the look she gave them. "Not a prophecy, it seems, but the clue to stopping you."
"When I am out of here, you two will die first," she hissed, and they both knew she meant it.
However, he was not inclined to take her seriously. "You can't even break out of this prison. I do not think we have anything to worry about."
"And you think you can?"
Loki winked out of sight.
"Yes," he whispered into his sister's ear. She turned around with speed he had only seen his father possess. A dark blade cut through the shadows, but he was gone, standing on the other side of the dome once again.
"Are you certain it is you he adopted and not this blonde buffoon?" she asked, letting the blade in her hand disintegrate.
Thor rolled his eyes.
His skin turned blue, eyes bleeding into a red. "Laufey, the King of the Jotnar is my birth father."
"You look short for a giant."
"I was abandoned for being a runt."
She chuckled, narrowing her eyes."Tell me, how is Asgard?"
Thor was unwilling to interact with Hela anymore, leaving him to talk to her. He started with history, narrating the war between the Jotnar and the Aesir. She had found the idea of Odin adopting the abandoned son of the frost giant who took his eye amusing.
Before he continued, he wanted her to speak as well. His father was one part of the story, and Hela was the other. Since his father chose to keep it hidden, he wanted to hear her tale.
Raised to be Odin's general and executioner, she knew nothing but war her entire life. Her identity depended on fighting. In peacetime, she was nothing.
It only highlighted a point concerning his father.
He did not know how to raise children.
Hela was a bloodthirsty conqueror. Thor enjoyed battle and adventure more than ruling, which his father was intentionally blind to while raising him to be the king. He still understood the duties of a king thanks to him simplifying the lessons his father tried to teach.
Loki was a scholar, though; that had more to do with his mother.
Technically three potential heirs, neither was what his father sought in the future ruler of Asgard. Hela did not know the meaning of peace, Thor did not have the patience for politics, and he simply did not care for ruling at all.
He should definitely get him a book on child rearing.
A subject that opened was Fenrir, Hela's mount and companion. She had burst into laughter upon learning how he knew of the wolf's existence.
"They believe he was your son with another Jotun?"
"As they believed you were my daughter."
"Me too? These Midgardians are certainly amusing. Perhaps I shall keep a few as court fools."
She was intrigued by the Tenth Realm and the simulation rooms.
"A realm inside a computer? Intriguing. How did you build it?"
"With centuries of research and mastery of seidr."
"How vast is it?"
"The size of a true planet, but it can always be increased."
He offered her a chance to live in the Tenth Realm. She could fight and conquer to her heart's desire without worrying over the consequences.
She refused.
He shelved the idea for later, instead asking her about her mother. The name she gave was Fjorgyn. She did not remember much of her mother, as she had died relatively young.
Loki clicked his tongue. Perhaps Hela could have been a different person with a mother around.
In the Midgardian beliefs, she was Thor's mother, the personification of earth, which is tied to life. It was a poetic twist, a goddess tied to life giving birth to the Goddess of Death.
"I shall be certain to visit. For now, here."
He waved his hand, and a synthesizer he had kept in his pocket dimension dropped next to her, charged with more than enough seidr to keep it working for centuries.
"What is this machine?"
"It creates basic necessities, food, clothing, and anything else you might need."
"How generous. Are you trying to win me over with this?"
"I am simply giving you a chance, that is all."
—
Asgard
Thor was on a warpath.
He stomped to the throne room, ready to demand answers from his father. His lies, his hidden past—it would all come to light now.
"Thor, stop." He held his brother by the arm.
Thor tried to shrug him off, but Loki did not let go. "No. No more lies."
"I understand how you are feeling. I am furious too. However, confronting Father will not do anything."
"Everyone will know the truth. That is more than enough."
"I am not saying people should not know the truth. I just want to give him a chance to reveal it himself."
"Why?" His bellow echoed in the empty hallway. "Why does it matter?"
"Because your judgment is clouded. You will regret putting him in a difficult spot."
"I… I sometimes hate how sensible you are." His shoulders slumped, all steam gone. "What then? Do we just keep it a secret until he has a change of heart?"
"No, only until I can change Hela's mind."
—
In the next chapter:
He appeared away from his father's location. Hiding the energy released from the gate was difficult. A younger Odin with two infinity stones in his grasp would detect it easily.
"The stone requires a sacrifice, regardless of who you are," an alien, skin blue as the darkest of sapphires, roughly Aesir-like in shape, rebuffed his father.
"What kind?"
"A soul, of course. Of who keeps the greatest place in your heart."
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—
Asgard
"I had enough," Thor bellowed, barging into his room.
"What happened?" he asked, coming out of his meditative state. The temporal gate he was about to open collapsed on itself before fully forming.
"Father won't let up with his foolish lessons. I am going to Hel, regardless of anything."
"Well," Loki scratched the back of his head, "the past can wait. Let us go."
—
Niflheim
Hel
Thor stepped out of the gate first, scanning the area. Except for the rocky formations and the stillness of the air, this part of Niflheim appeared to be desolated. It was to be expected from the realm of the dead, neither honored nor dishonored.
"It's clear," he declared. Not that there was supposed to be anything in Helheim except souls.
"Who exactly are we supposed to find here?" he asked. Even if Hel was just a part of Niflheim, it was still too large of a place to explore.
Loki scanned the planet, detecting the sole lifeform in the realm. "There is someone that way."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Thor spun his hammer, creating a small whirlwind, and launched himself away.
He took off in a more controlled manner. The rocky formations and the mist spread all across the realm. It was as if all life and movement had died at some point in time.
"Wait, look, down there," he called to his brother, pointing to the ground. Thor's brows furrowed, and he guided Mjolnir to land.
He had to watch his steps to not disturb the dead. "Skeletons? Here?"
"It makes no sense, unless someone was slayed here. And look at the armors and insignias," Loki said.
Silver armor and with black shields that carried Asgard's regalia. From the shape of the armor and the skeleton horses with wing struts, there was only one possibility.
Thor stepped back, as if he had just desecrated a holy place. "By Asgard, these are the Valkyries."
"They died here. How?" he wondered. How had the terrible battle that destroyed Valkyries taken place in Hel of all the realms?
"I believe the answer lies with the sole living being here," he said, still unable to pierce through the mist.
"I can try something though, something not well-received." It would give them immediate answers at the cost of disrupting the dead.
"I can't think of anything worse than letting the Valkyries rot in this place."
"Let us hope they think the same."
He brought his fist close to his forehead. He slowly pushed his hand forward, his fist spreading into a claw. The blast of seidr latched onto the bones of a valkyrie. They rattled for a moment.
A spirit, draped in grey robes, lurched forward out of the skeleton.
"What? Where am I?" The Valkyrie scanned the area, her eyes snapping left and right.
"Honored Valkyrie," Thor stepped forward, giving a small bow. "We are Thor and Loki, sons of Odin, princes of Asgard. Forgive us for disrupting your rest in Valhalla."
The Valkyrie flew forward, eyes narrowing. "Sons of Odin?"
"Indeed. We have questions regarding the fate of the Valkyrie. We humbly ask you for answers."
"You," she began, continuing after a small silence, "do not know?"
"No." Thor shook his head. "We believe our father keeps it a secret."
"Yet he gave you Mjolnir."
Thor and Loki shared a glance.
"It was Hela, the firstborn of Odin, his general and executioner. We have been sent to stop her, to put her back into prison. You can see how it went for us," she said, raising her hands to gesture to the battlefield around her, where the remains of the Valkyrie and their horses lay.
"Hela?" Loki's eyes widened. "We have a sister?" Not only did she exist, but she was his adopted sister?
He had not seen that twist coming.
She let out a dry chuckle. "Yes. I assume he kept it a secret as well?"
"He has," Thor said, coming to his senses. A sister who had slain the Valkyries. A sister who had been imprisoned in Helheim for longer than they were alive. A sister that his father had kept a secret.
Why?
"Why was she imprisoned?" he asked, starting to pace around.
"Once the Allfather abandoned his conquest plans, she disagreed and staged a coup. She failed. As punishment, the Allfather locked her up in Helheim, but she broke out. You know the rest."
"You must have succeeded then."
"No, all but one of us perished. Even our Commander, Brunnhilde, was no match for her. If she is still imprisoned, then it was most likely the Allfather's work."
"His conquest, you said?" Loki asked. Those two words explained so much, and answered so many questions. "Father always preaches about the value of peace and harmony. Are you saying it was not always the case?"
The Valkyrie burst out in laughter and did not stop for a solid minute. The brothers waited for her to finish. "Your father brought realm after realm to its knees with Hela. His victories were countless, and his foes trembled at the mere mention of his name, yet one day, he decided to give it all up."
Loki covered his mouth with the palm of his hand. Thor looked faint on his feet.
"And Mjolnir?" His brother removed the hammer from the side of his waist, raising it to the Valkyrie.
"It belonged to Hela. A weapon made for conquest."
He lowered it back, gazing at it with slumped shoulders. "Yet he charged me with it to protect the Nine Realms."
"The dead who reached Valhalla after our time spoke of how the Allfather changed. I simply did not believe it until now."
"I can't believe this. He lied to us, to everyone," Thor raged, looking for something to smash to dust.
"Why didn't he kill her?" Loki asked. Objectively, an isolation for over a thousand years in this dead realm was a worse punishment.
"Hela draws her power from Asgard, not as much as the Allfather does, but enough. I do not think he could have done so without weakening himself."
"That is, if he could have brought himself to strike down his daughter," she added as an afterthought.
"I… thank you, honored Valkyrie. May we learn your name?" His brother's question made him realize they had not even asked her name, too.
"Sigrun, my prince."
"Thank you, Sigrun."
"Before I leave, may I make a request?"
"Whatever you want."
"It might be daunting, but would it be possible for you to carry our remains out of this place?"
Loki nodded, spreading his seidr. Each skeleton of the Valkyries levitated and lay in wooden ships with weapons and horses. He moved them to his pocket dimension until the funeral.
"We shall lay them to rest with highest honors."
"One last thing, our commander, Brunnhilde. Is she not at Asgard? Her remains are not here, and neither is she in Valhalla."
Thor's eyes widened, a glimmer of hope. Perhaps not all Valkyries had vanished?
"No, she is not," Loki said, realizing what his brother was thinking.
Sigrun closed her eyes. "Then she might yet be alive."
"If you find her, tell her that it wasn't her fault."
"We shall." With the promise, he released the hold on her soul as she faded back into Valhalla.
—
He held out a small cask of ale to his brother. "Here."
Thor took it, downing it in one go. "Thank you," he said, wiping his lips. He still sat on a rock, where the remains of the Valkyries lay a short while ago.
"All the pieces fit together now."
"Hmm?"
"Hela returns to Asgard after Father is dead. She attempts to resume the conquest of the Nine Realms and the realms beyond. We fail to stop her since she draws her power from Asgard and destroy our home, so she does not go on a bloody warpath and kill countless innocents," Thor said in one breath.
"I agree." His brother's analysis was spot on, exactly what he considered.
"What do we do now?"
"Do we have any other choice but to speak to her?"
"I suppose not."
—
Hela's prison was close to the battlefield.
It was a golden, transparent dome, keeping her locked inside. Even at a glance, he understood what it was.
"I can't believe this. Father is burning his life force to keep her imprisoned."
"If by 'father' you mean Odin, then yes," a low, smooth voice spoke. From the shadows, a figure clad in a black and green leathery suit stepped out. Her icy blue eyes were a parody of Thor's, cold and deadly.
She stood like a wolf ready to pounce on her prey.
"You must be Hela."
"And you two, my little brothers."
With her black hair and slender body, she looked more like Loki's sister than Thor's.
"I am Thor."
"Loki."
"How precious," she smirked, walking away. "He cages me here like an animal and then goes to have you two."
"I am adopted," he said.
"Adopted?" Her head whipped around. "He adopted a child when he left countless orphans?"
"Yes."
It was difficult to imagine his peace-loving father as a bloodthirsty warlord bent on conquest. Had he not heard it from Sigrun, and now Hela, he might not have believed it.
"Ah, Odin. How the mighty have fallen."
She spread her arms. "I am Hela, the Goddess of Death, and the rightful heir to Asgard's throne."
"Yet Father seems to think otherwise," Thor muttered, sizing up Hela in return.
Her lips quivered. "Once he is dead, what he thinks will not matter."
"He dies, you leave your prison, we bring down Ragnarok, and Asgard is destroyed along with you," Loki repeated what Thor had said earlier. Even this small conversation was enough to confirm what they had considered.
"What?"
"Uh, why are we telling her that?"
He leaned close. "Because unlike our Father, I can and will kill her should she prove to be a danger to Asgard."
No matter how much power she drew from Asgard, Loki could outmatch it. Even now, he could strike her down with his seidr singularity, reducing her to nothing but identical particles. She could not return from that.
"We have been investigating the truth behind the prophecy of Ragnarok. It led us to you," he explained.
Thor glanced at his sister, smirking at the look she gave them. "Not a prophecy, it seems, but the clue to stopping you."
"When I am out of here, you two will die first," she hissed, and they both knew she meant it.
However, he was not inclined to take her seriously. "You can't even break out of this prison. I do not think we have anything to worry about."
"And you think you can?"
Loki winked out of sight.
"Yes," he whispered into his sister's ear. She turned around with speed he had only seen his father possess. A dark blade cut through the shadows, but he was gone, standing on the other side of the dome once again.
"Are you certain it is you he adopted and not this blonde buffoon?" she asked, letting the blade in her hand disintegrate.
Thor rolled his eyes.
His skin turned blue, eyes bleeding into a red. "Laufey, the King of the Jotnar is my birth father."
"You look short for a giant."
"I was abandoned for being a runt."
She chuckled, narrowing her eyes."Tell me, how is Asgard?"
Thor was unwilling to interact with Hela anymore, leaving him to talk to her. He started with history, narrating the war between the Jotnar and the Aesir. She had found the idea of Odin adopting the abandoned son of the frost giant who took his eye amusing.
Before he continued, he wanted her to speak as well. His father was one part of the story, and Hela was the other. Since his father chose to keep it hidden, he wanted to hear her tale.
Raised to be Odin's general and executioner, she knew nothing but war her entire life. Her identity depended on fighting. In peacetime, she was nothing.
It only highlighted a point concerning his father.
He did not know how to raise children.
Hela was a bloodthirsty conqueror. Thor enjoyed battle and adventure more than ruling, which his father was intentionally blind to while raising him to be the king. He still understood the duties of a king thanks to him simplifying the lessons his father tried to teach.
Loki was a scholar, though; that had more to do with his mother.
Technically three potential heirs, neither was what his father sought in the future ruler of Asgard. Hela did not know the meaning of peace, Thor did not have the patience for politics, and he simply did not care for ruling at all.
He should definitely get him a book on child rearing.
A subject that opened was Fenrir, Hela's mount and companion. She had burst into laughter upon learning how he knew of the wolf's existence.
"They believe he was your son with another Jotun?"
"As they believed you were my daughter."
"Me too? These Midgardians are certainly amusing. Perhaps I shall keep a few as court fools."
She was intrigued by the Tenth Realm and the simulation rooms.
"A realm inside a computer? Intriguing. How did you build it?"
"With centuries of research and mastery of seidr."
"How vast is it?"
"The size of a true planet, but it can always be increased."
He offered her a chance to live in the Tenth Realm. She could fight and conquer to her heart's desire without worrying over the consequences.
She refused.
He shelved the idea for later, instead asking her about her mother. The name she gave was Fjorgyn. She did not remember much of her mother, as she had died relatively young.
Loki clicked his tongue. Perhaps Hela could have been a different person with a mother around.
In the Midgardian beliefs, she was Thor's mother, the personification of earth, which is tied to life. It was a poetic twist, a goddess tied to life giving birth to the Goddess of Death.
"I shall be certain to visit. For now, here."
He waved his hand, and a synthesizer he had kept in his pocket dimension dropped next to her, charged with more than enough seidr to keep it working for centuries.
"What is this machine?"
"It creates basic necessities, food, clothing, and anything else you might need."
"How generous. Are you trying to win me over with this?"
"I am simply giving you a chance, that is all."
—
Asgard
Thor was on a warpath.
He stomped to the throne room, ready to demand answers from his father. His lies, his hidden past—it would all come to light now.
"Thor, stop." He held his brother by the arm.
Thor tried to shrug him off, but Loki did not let go. "No. No more lies."
"I understand how you are feeling. I am furious too. However, confronting Father will not do anything."
"Everyone will know the truth. That is more than enough."
"I am not saying people should not know the truth. I just want to give him a chance to reveal it himself."
"Why?" His bellow echoed in the empty hallway. "Why does it matter?"
"Because your judgment is clouded. You will regret putting him in a difficult spot."
"I… I sometimes hate how sensible you are." His shoulders slumped, all steam gone. "What then? Do we just keep it a secret until he has a change of heart?"
"No, only until I can change Hela's mind."
—
In the next chapter:
He appeared away from his father's location. Hiding the energy released from the gate was difficult. A younger Odin with two infinity stones in his grasp would detect it easily.
"The stone requires a sacrifice, regardless of who you are," an alien, skin blue as the darkest of sapphires, roughly Aesir-like in shape, rebuffed his father.
"What kind?"
"A soul, of course. Of who keeps the greatest place in your heart."
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Well, I can't say she wasn't justified; besides, if I were her, I'd want blood when I got out.
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Yeah, Odin should really get some parenting books. And nice, time for bonding with Hela! Who knows, maybe we'll get something between her and Loki, considering he's adopted, haha. Looking forward to more.
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Gonna be really surprised if the MC, knowing Odin is burning his Lifeforce to power that prison, does not come up with some way to restore Odin's lifeforce and power the prison with something else... if the prison is even needed. Depending on how his future conversations with Hela go.
I think it could be a fun/funny twist if Hela winds up being the one the MC falls for romantically. Granted, I still prefer Darcy, cuz she is FINE, but Hela is not bad at all.
I think it could be a fun/funny twist if Hela winds up being the one the MC falls for romantically. Granted, I still prefer Darcy, cuz she is FINE, but Hela is not bad at all.
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I first found this fic at AO3. Nice to see it posted here.
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So that's how Hela's mother died?
Ngl, I low-key ship Hela and Loki.
Ignoring that, Odin truly is a shit parent. I kinda want Loki and Frigga to write a 'Parenting for Idiots' book to give to Odin.
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I took it the opposite way. Hela for the stone. And when he realised he couldn't pay that price he lost ambition towards total conquest. But guess we'll see soon.
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I'm hoping that the bonds between Hela and the rest of the family could be mended. It would be an interesting romantic pair between Loki and Hela.
They're not related and only met now, so they don't have the strangeness of having a sibling bond even if they wern't blood related.
I give my support to a Loki X Hela Ship. Death Godess Dark magic Sorceresss Hela is a very good choice of a wife in my opinion. Even if Loki and Hela don't get together, I at least hope things turn out better between them and the rest of the Family.
Chapter 24 - Past Deeds
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Asgard
He floated in the confines of his room. The discovery of a sister and his father's bloody past had been weighing on his mind. It distracted him from his latest query.
The questions Hela and Sigrun answered only created new ones. The most curious one was the reason behind the change of heart his father had undergone. Why had the conqueror decided to lay his weapons down for peace?
As he could not get an answer by asking his father directly, a different path would have to be taken to find answers.
Such as traveling back in time.
There was no great show of seidr, no fancy rituals, words, or tools. He simply willed himself to the past. It wasn't entirely accurate, though, since he appeared where Asgard should have been, only to find the embrace of the cosmos.
He moved much further, eventually reaching a point where Bor's statue was erected. Finding the date his father had changed so fundamentally was simple after that.
—
The first thing he noticed was the palace was on fire.
He did not remember any palace fires recorded in history. And as it seemed to be the case with missing parts, it was related to his father.
"Enough," a much younger Odin with both eyes snapped.
He watched as his father tore Mjolnir out of Hela's hands. He fired a beam of Odinforce out of the hammer. It struck his sister in the chest, launching her inside the Bifrost, most likely to Hel.
He had just discovered the moment of Hela's banishment.
His father sat down, shoulders dropped, silent as a grave. It dragged on for minutes, prompting him to go further back in time.
—
He managed to narrow the timeframe significantly.
Traveling back to shortly before Hela's banishment, he met with an unexpected sight. His father had two gems embedded in Gungnir, one purple, one blue. Each made his seidr seem like a speck of dust in a star system.
Gems that he had not seen during Hela's banishment.
Putting the significance of it aside, he went forward this time.
—
"Heimdall, where is my father?" His sister, younger and less rugged but still exuding an aura of lethality, asked the Gatekeeper.
"He wishes it to be a secret," Heimdall said, ever loyal to his king.
"Even from me?"
"Yes."
Hela huffed, eyes glinting. She left the observatory, giving him the chance to peer inside younger Heimdall's mind.
The planet his father was on was not one he was familiar with. It appeared barren and far from Asgard.
Silently thanking the Gatekeeper, he left to see what had his father's interest on that planet.
—
Vormir
He appeared away from his father's location. Hiding the energy released from the gate was difficult. A younger Odin with two infinity stones in his grasp would detect it easily.
"The stone requires a sacrifice, regardless of who you are," an alien, skin blue as the darkest of sapphires, roughly Aesir-like in shape, rebuffed his father.
"What kind?"
"A soul, of course. Of who keeps the greatest place in your heart."
"Hela," his father breathed out. Loki's hands slackened at the admission. Even a warlord like him had a special place in his heart. For his daughter, no less.
The daughter he could not bring himself to strike down after her coup attempt.
"If you believe her to be whom you love most, you must sacrifice her for the stone."
"I…" His father stood motionless, gazing at the stones in his possession. As Hela was alive, he knew what the decision would be. He was proven correct when the Allfather turned back wordlessly, leaving the planet.
"Now that he is gone, may we speak?" the blue alien said, turning to where he was floating in, watching.
He smiled, appearing out of thin air, lowering himself to look at the black, beady eyes of the alien. "I suppose shifting out of phase wouldn't fool the Soul Stone of all things."
"Yes," the alien said, tilting his head. "You are not here for it though, are you?"
"I simply wished to see what his decision would be."
"And what of you? How did you come to guard an Infinity Stone?" He did not think it was a voluntary post. Unless the guardian had a preference for dead planets.
"To my hubris, I thought I could control the Space Stone. For millenia, I have been bound to Vormir to guide those who seek the stone."
"He was not the only one to change his mind, yet you are the first one to not seek it."
"Perhaps I should take it after all."
"Will you make the sacrifice, then?"
Loki snorted. It quickly turned to full-blown laughter while the guardian of the stone watched. It was over with a long, breathy exhale.
"No," he said. Raising both hands, he grabbed the pocket dimension the stone was hidden in and tore it apart. The fabric of space vibrated for a moment, revealing the ingot of condensed singularity.
The stone could detect his presence, which allowed him to detect the stone's exact location in return.
The smooth, elliptic stone glowed with an eerie orange color. He created a sphere to house it and tossed the stone into his pocket dimension.
"Fascinating."
"I would never sacrifice my brother for an Infinity Stone. Doesn't mean I can't take it by force, though."
"None has considered that before. Thank you," the blue-skinned alien said with a small smile, his wispy body fading away.
Loki turned around, whistling. Not only did he find his answer, but he also got another Infinity Stone.
—
He considered returning to his time, but as he was already in the past, he wanted to discover the truth of Asgard's creation. Midgardan beliefs shed light on several situations, but not on the nature of his home.
Being a god was relative.
A human was a god to an ant. One that could bring down divine punishment and crush it or grant it a generous feast. In that same vein, he and the rest of the Aesir were gods to most. They could control the forces of nature through seidr, kill droves of humans with frightening ease, or bring their greatest wishes to reality.
A hyper-advanced planetoid like Asgard, which had come to the side of the Midgardians during the invasion of the Jotnar, would be seen as gods. The seers of the time could not make sense of what they had seen. The Bifrost would be seen as magic to them, an incomprehensible tool of the gods, just like the many wonders Asgard boasted.
So it was entirely understandable how the myths were so distinct compared to the truth.
Especially the ones concerning Asgard's creation. His father did not have brothers, known as Ve and Vili in Midgard beliefs. Nor did Asgard have an enormous wall protecting it. He chalked it up to the seers misinterpreting the force field.
But now, he would discover the truth.
Returning to the time where Asgard did not exist, he began to seek the correct date to see when and why his home came to be built.
—
The first sign of a construct was a space station. It was incomparable to Asgard's size, yet the make was clearly the same. He phased through the walls, invisible to the researchers inside.
"I am telling you, something is wrong. We haven't had any contact for a month. Not even with our families."
"I know, Halvard. Yet, we don't have a ship. Our only option is to wait."
"How long?"
"I don't know."
He watched the exchange with rapt attention. They were obviously Aesir. Seidr flowed in their veins; the technology itself was a less smooth version of what they had in Asgard. What sealed the matter of their origin was the data inside the computer.
His right hand phased through the casing, accessing the system. He read through the highlights.
They were researchers of Asgard, here to ascertain why this location was saturated with seidr. The coordinates, necessary for data transfer, pointed to the edge of the Nine Realms.
To a planet named Asgar d.
—
He was quick to travel to the coordinates, excited. Asgard was actually a planet once. Yet thinking about why it could have been abandoned tempered his mood.
A quick scan of the system revealed four planets and an asteroid field, all barren of life and development. He scratched his head, going over each world to see them with his own eyes.
Nothing.
He was recalculating to see whether it was an error on his part when something almost collided with him. His hand snapped up, catching the stray piece of metal. He turned it over several times, inspecting the jagged, triangular piece.
It was refined, a clear work of masterful artisanry.
He turned his head to where it had come from and almost slapped himself at how he could have not considered it. He opened a gate, arriving above the asteroid field.
Or rather, the remains of a planet. Evidence of dead fauna was there, stuck on the relatively large pieces of the planet's crust. Shattered hulls of golden starships, bodies left to the mercy of the void.
Something had destroyed Asgard, but what?
His skin itched at the thought of it.
He focused on seeking the cause of it. The researchers had no contact for a month, and the evidence showed that the destruction was recent. He would find it and deal with it.
—
True to his theory, a planet stood where the asteroid field would be. It was similar to Midgard, but more golden rather than blue and green. Three continents and hosts of spaceships above. He considered going down to explore it.
Then everything went white.
He had phase-shifted on instinct, going farther than he ever had. He did not witness the destruction as the space before him was completely dark, but he felt it.
He came back, swinging his arms to each side, parting the continent-sized chunks and oceans of freezing water away.
There, right in the center of the fresh asteroid field, stood a celestial. As large as the planet it had just destroyed, he was witnessing the true size of one for the first time. Amusingly, its shell was of similar color to his attire, green and sharp.
All six eyes were so massive, one could not be sure where they were looking at. Yet, something told him that the Celestial was focused on him.
A tense standoff took place.
He had absorbed the power of Celestial, one that was close to emerging, along with Svartalfheim. He still couldn't be sure about the outcome of a confrontation.
The results weren't the only matters to concern him.
Should he truly fight a Celestial over a planet he had just learned existed? If it hadn't been for the emergence, perhaps he wouldn't ever be brought to Asgard. d.
The decision was made for him by the Celestial. Its hand rose, frighteningly quick for something of that size, and closed around him. He let out a small huff, feeling the strike destroy the outer layer of his body. The condensed seidr broke out of its shell and the sudden, violent expansion tore the hand trying to crush him apart.
The Celestial reared.
He gathered the seidr together. Rather than reconstruct his body, he instead went for something to match the enemy in size. It coalesced for a second and then snapped out, taking shape.
He kept the outline of his body, the hair, the limbs, the face. Without the outer shell and the orifices, he was something else.
Loki, yet not.
Translucent, green nebula-like clouds danced within the outline, with soft, swirling shades of emerald, jade, and pale mint. Specks of white, two almond-shaped spots glowed with a lighter shade of green, locking onto the celestial.
Two entities stood face to face. One is bound to a shell to live and exist; the other, unadulterated, holds his shape by will.
"What are you?"
"Doesn't really matter when you are going to die, does it?"
The Celestial reacted to the threat. It fired a beam of pure white from the remaining hand. The space bent under the strain of it. He was quick to meet the attack with a black hole in his hand. The intense gravity broke the particles down, and his seidr transformed them.
Unaware, the Celestial increased its efforts, releasing more energy. It fed the blackhole, causing it to grow in size and absorb more. The celestial changed tactics, trying to affect the curvature of the black hole to dispel it.
He fought back. Each second, he grew stronger while his enemy weakened. The battle was already won; it was just a matter of time. He created another black hole in his left hand. The Celestial was in no condition to respond, and he slammed it to the green shell.
The effects were immediate.
The Celestial's roar echoed in his mental space. It seized up, the white matter-annihilating beam dying out. He slammed the first black hole on its head, right into the lower left eye socket.
He was stronger and more familiar with his powers than before. Tearing through the shell proved to be far quicker this time.
The head and the chest gave away at the same time. The black holes began to draw the energy inside the celestial. Once the head was torn apart, he combined them, creating a larger black hole.
The rest of the shell, mostly the limbs and the sides of the torso, crumpled inwards, gone in seconds. His chest rumbled, ready to celebrate the victory, but he stopped.
Something was coming. More dangerous than the newly emerged Celestial.
He did not know what it was.
Reassuming his shape, he left the star system.
—
He watched in fascination as a group of surviving ships approached the small station, led by none other than Prince Buri Brandrson.
Sneaking aboard the lead ship, he found that his adopted great-grandfather's small fleet was investigating a pirate presence in a neighboring system. Once they returned home, only to find it gone, Prince Buri was quick to reorganize the fleet to ensure the survival of the Aesir.
What had his interest was the female presence aboard the ships.
In the distant past, half of the fleet's Einherjar complement were female. Yet in his time, females were not allowed. The Valkyrie existed for them once, but the admission criteria were extremely demanding.
It shed light into Asgard's past culture.
He took everything from the databases and left.
Not before hearing Buri's plans to expand the space station, as the source of seidr they were investigating would be more than enough to power a planetoid.
—
He wanted to discuss the ramifications of what he had learned with Hildryn. The presence of the Celestial and its destruction of the original Asgard stopped him. He was not one to hide history, unlike some other individuals of great power, but the situation had changed.
He had to be careful.
—
Notes: I had two ideas in mind when I wanted to write the reason Odin had changed. The first was falling in love with Frigga, the second was the realization of what he was becoming. I only touched upon these parts since we will be seeing more of this matter in the future.
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—
In the next chapter:
Just as he was about to see whether another player who could break through Runa's legendary defense would arise or not, a portal opened over the small cube projecting the screen.
A male dropped out of the portal, breaking his stand and the holovision.
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Asgard
He floated in the confines of his room. The discovery of a sister and his father's bloody past had been weighing on his mind. It distracted him from his latest query.
The questions Hela and Sigrun answered only created new ones. The most curious one was the reason behind the change of heart his father had undergone. Why had the conqueror decided to lay his weapons down for peace?
As he could not get an answer by asking his father directly, a different path would have to be taken to find answers.
Such as traveling back in time.
There was no great show of seidr, no fancy rituals, words, or tools. He simply willed himself to the past. It wasn't entirely accurate, though, since he appeared where Asgard should have been, only to find the embrace of the cosmos.
He moved much further, eventually reaching a point where Bor's statue was erected. Finding the date his father had changed so fundamentally was simple after that.
—
The first thing he noticed was the palace was on fire.
He did not remember any palace fires recorded in history. And as it seemed to be the case with missing parts, it was related to his father.
"Enough," a much younger Odin with both eyes snapped.
He watched as his father tore Mjolnir out of Hela's hands. He fired a beam of Odinforce out of the hammer. It struck his sister in the chest, launching her inside the Bifrost, most likely to Hel.
He had just discovered the moment of Hela's banishment.
His father sat down, shoulders dropped, silent as a grave. It dragged on for minutes, prompting him to go further back in time.
—
He managed to narrow the timeframe significantly.
Traveling back to shortly before Hela's banishment, he met with an unexpected sight. His father had two gems embedded in Gungnir, one purple, one blue. Each made his seidr seem like a speck of dust in a star system.
Gems that he had not seen during Hela's banishment.
Putting the significance of it aside, he went forward this time.
—
"Heimdall, where is my father?" His sister, younger and less rugged but still exuding an aura of lethality, asked the Gatekeeper.
"He wishes it to be a secret," Heimdall said, ever loyal to his king.
"Even from me?"
"Yes."
Hela huffed, eyes glinting. She left the observatory, giving him the chance to peer inside younger Heimdall's mind.
The planet his father was on was not one he was familiar with. It appeared barren and far from Asgard.
Silently thanking the Gatekeeper, he left to see what had his father's interest on that planet.
—
Vormir
He appeared away from his father's location. Hiding the energy released from the gate was difficult. A younger Odin with two infinity stones in his grasp would detect it easily.
"The stone requires a sacrifice, regardless of who you are," an alien, skin blue as the darkest of sapphires, roughly Aesir-like in shape, rebuffed his father.
"What kind?"
"A soul, of course. Of who keeps the greatest place in your heart."
"Hela," his father breathed out. Loki's hands slackened at the admission. Even a warlord like him had a special place in his heart. For his daughter, no less.
The daughter he could not bring himself to strike down after her coup attempt.
"If you believe her to be whom you love most, you must sacrifice her for the stone."
"I…" His father stood motionless, gazing at the stones in his possession. As Hela was alive, he knew what the decision would be. He was proven correct when the Allfather turned back wordlessly, leaving the planet.
"Now that he is gone, may we speak?" the blue alien said, turning to where he was floating in, watching.
He smiled, appearing out of thin air, lowering himself to look at the black, beady eyes of the alien. "I suppose shifting out of phase wouldn't fool the Soul Stone of all things."
"Yes," the alien said, tilting his head. "You are not here for it though, are you?"
"I simply wished to see what his decision would be."
"And what of you? How did you come to guard an Infinity Stone?" He did not think it was a voluntary post. Unless the guardian had a preference for dead planets.
"To my hubris, I thought I could control the Space Stone. For millenia, I have been bound to Vormir to guide those who seek the stone."
"He was not the only one to change his mind, yet you are the first one to not seek it."
"Perhaps I should take it after all."
"Will you make the sacrifice, then?"
Loki snorted. It quickly turned to full-blown laughter while the guardian of the stone watched. It was over with a long, breathy exhale.
"No," he said. Raising both hands, he grabbed the pocket dimension the stone was hidden in and tore it apart. The fabric of space vibrated for a moment, revealing the ingot of condensed singularity.
The stone could detect his presence, which allowed him to detect the stone's exact location in return.
The smooth, elliptic stone glowed with an eerie orange color. He created a sphere to house it and tossed the stone into his pocket dimension.
"Fascinating."
"I would never sacrifice my brother for an Infinity Stone. Doesn't mean I can't take it by force, though."
"None has considered that before. Thank you," the blue-skinned alien said with a small smile, his wispy body fading away.
Loki turned around, whistling. Not only did he find his answer, but he also got another Infinity Stone.
—
He considered returning to his time, but as he was already in the past, he wanted to discover the truth of Asgard's creation. Midgardan beliefs shed light on several situations, but not on the nature of his home.
Being a god was relative.
A human was a god to an ant. One that could bring down divine punishment and crush it or grant it a generous feast. In that same vein, he and the rest of the Aesir were gods to most. They could control the forces of nature through seidr, kill droves of humans with frightening ease, or bring their greatest wishes to reality.
A hyper-advanced planetoid like Asgard, which had come to the side of the Midgardians during the invasion of the Jotnar, would be seen as gods. The seers of the time could not make sense of what they had seen. The Bifrost would be seen as magic to them, an incomprehensible tool of the gods, just like the many wonders Asgard boasted.
So it was entirely understandable how the myths were so distinct compared to the truth.
Especially the ones concerning Asgard's creation. His father did not have brothers, known as Ve and Vili in Midgard beliefs. Nor did Asgard have an enormous wall protecting it. He chalked it up to the seers misinterpreting the force field.
But now, he would discover the truth.
Returning to the time where Asgard did not exist, he began to seek the correct date to see when and why his home came to be built.
—
The first sign of a construct was a space station. It was incomparable to Asgard's size, yet the make was clearly the same. He phased through the walls, invisible to the researchers inside.
"I am telling you, something is wrong. We haven't had any contact for a month. Not even with our families."
"I know, Halvard. Yet, we don't have a ship. Our only option is to wait."
"How long?"
"I don't know."
He watched the exchange with rapt attention. They were obviously Aesir. Seidr flowed in their veins; the technology itself was a less smooth version of what they had in Asgard. What sealed the matter of their origin was the data inside the computer.
His right hand phased through the casing, accessing the system. He read through the highlights.
They were researchers of Asgard, here to ascertain why this location was saturated with seidr. The coordinates, necessary for data transfer, pointed to the edge of the Nine Realms.
To a planet named Asgar d.
—
He was quick to travel to the coordinates, excited. Asgard was actually a planet once. Yet thinking about why it could have been abandoned tempered his mood.
A quick scan of the system revealed four planets and an asteroid field, all barren of life and development. He scratched his head, going over each world to see them with his own eyes.
Nothing.
He was recalculating to see whether it was an error on his part when something almost collided with him. His hand snapped up, catching the stray piece of metal. He turned it over several times, inspecting the jagged, triangular piece.
It was refined, a clear work of masterful artisanry.
He turned his head to where it had come from and almost slapped himself at how he could have not considered it. He opened a gate, arriving above the asteroid field.
Or rather, the remains of a planet. Evidence of dead fauna was there, stuck on the relatively large pieces of the planet's crust. Shattered hulls of golden starships, bodies left to the mercy of the void.
Something had destroyed Asgard, but what?
His skin itched at the thought of it.
He focused on seeking the cause of it. The researchers had no contact for a month, and the evidence showed that the destruction was recent. He would find it and deal with it.
—
True to his theory, a planet stood where the asteroid field would be. It was similar to Midgard, but more golden rather than blue and green. Three continents and hosts of spaceships above. He considered going down to explore it.
Then everything went white.
He had phase-shifted on instinct, going farther than he ever had. He did not witness the destruction as the space before him was completely dark, but he felt it.
He came back, swinging his arms to each side, parting the continent-sized chunks and oceans of freezing water away.
There, right in the center of the fresh asteroid field, stood a celestial. As large as the planet it had just destroyed, he was witnessing the true size of one for the first time. Amusingly, its shell was of similar color to his attire, green and sharp.
All six eyes were so massive, one could not be sure where they were looking at. Yet, something told him that the Celestial was focused on him.
A tense standoff took place.
He had absorbed the power of Celestial, one that was close to emerging, along with Svartalfheim. He still couldn't be sure about the outcome of a confrontation.
The results weren't the only matters to concern him.
Should he truly fight a Celestial over a planet he had just learned existed? If it hadn't been for the emergence, perhaps he wouldn't ever be brought to Asgard. d.
The decision was made for him by the Celestial. Its hand rose, frighteningly quick for something of that size, and closed around him. He let out a small huff, feeling the strike destroy the outer layer of his body. The condensed seidr broke out of its shell and the sudden, violent expansion tore the hand trying to crush him apart.
The Celestial reared.
He gathered the seidr together. Rather than reconstruct his body, he instead went for something to match the enemy in size. It coalesced for a second and then snapped out, taking shape.
He kept the outline of his body, the hair, the limbs, the face. Without the outer shell and the orifices, he was something else.
Loki, yet not.
Translucent, green nebula-like clouds danced within the outline, with soft, swirling shades of emerald, jade, and pale mint. Specks of white, two almond-shaped spots glowed with a lighter shade of green, locking onto the celestial.
Two entities stood face to face. One is bound to a shell to live and exist; the other, unadulterated, holds his shape by will.
"What are you?"
"Doesn't really matter when you are going to die, does it?"
The Celestial reacted to the threat. It fired a beam of pure white from the remaining hand. The space bent under the strain of it. He was quick to meet the attack with a black hole in his hand. The intense gravity broke the particles down, and his seidr transformed them.
Unaware, the Celestial increased its efforts, releasing more energy. It fed the blackhole, causing it to grow in size and absorb more. The celestial changed tactics, trying to affect the curvature of the black hole to dispel it.
He fought back. Each second, he grew stronger while his enemy weakened. The battle was already won; it was just a matter of time. He created another black hole in his left hand. The Celestial was in no condition to respond, and he slammed it to the green shell.
The effects were immediate.
The Celestial's roar echoed in his mental space. It seized up, the white matter-annihilating beam dying out. He slammed the first black hole on its head, right into the lower left eye socket.
He was stronger and more familiar with his powers than before. Tearing through the shell proved to be far quicker this time.
The head and the chest gave away at the same time. The black holes began to draw the energy inside the celestial. Once the head was torn apart, he combined them, creating a larger black hole.
The rest of the shell, mostly the limbs and the sides of the torso, crumpled inwards, gone in seconds. His chest rumbled, ready to celebrate the victory, but he stopped.
Something was coming. More dangerous than the newly emerged Celestial.
He did not know what it was.
Reassuming his shape, he left the star system.
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He watched in fascination as a group of surviving ships approached the small station, led by none other than Prince Buri Brandrson.
Sneaking aboard the lead ship, he found that his adopted great-grandfather's small fleet was investigating a pirate presence in a neighboring system. Once they returned home, only to find it gone, Prince Buri was quick to reorganize the fleet to ensure the survival of the Aesir.
What had his interest was the female presence aboard the ships.
In the distant past, half of the fleet's Einherjar complement were female. Yet in his time, females were not allowed. The Valkyrie existed for them once, but the admission criteria were extremely demanding.
It shed light into Asgard's past culture.
He took everything from the databases and left.
Not before hearing Buri's plans to expand the space station, as the source of seidr they were investigating would be more than enough to power a planetoid.
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He wanted to discuss the ramifications of what he had learned with Hildryn. The presence of the Celestial and its destruction of the original Asgard stopped him. He was not one to hide history, unlike some other individuals of great power, but the situation had changed.
He had to be careful.
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Notes: I had two ideas in mind when I wanted to write the reason Odin had changed. The first was falling in love with Frigga, the second was the realization of what he was becoming. I only touched upon these parts since we will be seeing more of this matter in the future.
Do you like Loki's creations, dangerous experiments, and willingness to challenge enemies that appear above his league? Then you will definitely like Thairon, the protagonist of my original story, Arrival : Ruptures. Comments, likes and reviews are appreciated.
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In the next chapter:
Just as he was about to see whether another player who could break through Runa's legendary defense would arise or not, a portal opened over the small cube projecting the screen.
A male dropped out of the portal, breaking his stand and the holovision.
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Did you just introduce casual, long-distance time travel where Loki changes whatever he feels like? That doesn't seem like a great writing decision.
Thiccc Shaedy
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So... In a way, Loki is the one who destroyed the original Asgard, and it was his Seidr that made them rebuild it in its current location? Yeah... This is why you shouldn't mess with time 'cause stuff like this happens, lol.
Thanks for the chapter.
Shhhh. Let him cook!
Thanks for the chapter.
Shhhh. Let him cook!
Bigreader
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So is Loki actually changing time here? Or is it creating a bunch of different timelines? Either way, the t v a should be noticing the heck out of him.Not that i'm sure if they can actually do anything to him in this state.
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What? Asgard was destroyed by the Emergence (birth) of a Celestial. Loki killing it doesn't do a thing to make the planet any less destroyed, yes, but neither does it make it worse.
If he went back in time and killed it before its emergence, Asgard wouldn't be destroyed (by the same cause at least) but would cause a massive change in the timeline (which is presumably why he didn't do it).
Thanks for the chapter!
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It's possible that it's a closed-time-loop, that Loki was always going to be born, be the one to do as he did in the past, which gives way to the conditions necessary for his birth, curiosity and actions.
