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Chapter 1 - History Lesson
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Asgard
973 A.D.
Loki held back a frown.
When his father said he would give both Loki and his brother, Thor, a personal lesson, he had hoped it would be about seidr.
But it was just about Asgard's history.
Nevertheless, it wasn't entirely useless. He just learned that the myths of Asgard had taken root on Earth when the Aesir were driving the invading Jotnar out.
Books were a constant companion while suffering from leukemia as a human, though of course none mentioned anything about the Frost Giants invading Earth.
He wondered about Earth and how the other children in the hospital were doing.
"When I'm king, I'll hunt the monsters down and slay them all," Thor said, swinging his arms wildly, as if he were a great warrior with an equally mighty weapon in his hands.
"They are not monsters, Thor; they just had a stupid king, that's all." Even half listening to the history lesson, Loki learned more than Thor.
Also, he did not share any features with Odin or Frigga and was pretty sure he too was a Jotun. The myths were clear on that, though on how they had gotten mixed to the point of depicting him as Odin's sworn brother when he was his son.
Even if adopted.
"Your brother is correct," Odin nodded. At least one child was listening to his words, "It was Laufey who started the war for glory and more land. Tradition dictated the Jotnar follow him. It did not matter if the war was foolish or just."
Undeterred, Thor pumped his fist up, shouting, "Then I'll just slay Laufey."
Loki rolled his eyes, "The lesson here, brother, is that there is peace, and Father wants the future king to keep it that way. Not to go and start a war."
He would not take the throne, as it seemed too tedious a task, so Thor naturally would be the king.
Not that the Allfather would give Asgard to him, being adopted and all.
It would be even more tedious if Thor started a war because he saw the Jotuns as monsters in need of slaying.
"Oh," his brother said, finally realizing the core of the lesson their father was trying to impart. Odin, in his attempt to make Thor realize the meaning behind his words, had just confused his oldest son.
"You should be more direct with Thor, Father; not everyone learns the same way," he said.
Odin raised his brow, amused.
Thankfully, once the lesson was over, he was allowed to leave. His first stop was to find his mother, Frigga, and badger her for more lessons on seidr.
Blonde like Thor, dressed in a golden gown, her smile was radiant like the sun.
As a sickly mortal once, he was in love with tales of magic. Now, as a god, though that was debatable, he had seidr under his command. He was a novice but willing to learn more.
All thanks to her.
"Mother," he called out. Frigga's guests had just left the tea party, and the servants were taking the cups away.
Running her hand over her son's slicked-back hair, Frigga had him sit on the chair across from her, "Loki, how did the lesson with your father go?"
"Informative," he said, considering his next words, "even if Thor was more insistent on slaying the Jotnar than keeping the peace."
Frigga's smile wavered for a second.
"Where is your brother?" she asked. The brothers were inseparable most of the time, with Thor always dragging Loki to somewhere.
Loki rolled his shoulders, "Training."
As soon as the lesson was over, Thor rushed to find his instructors to swing his training hammer on a wooden post. He did see the appeal, as if a hero training to slay the evil dragon, but it could not compare to seidr.
"Did you not consider following him?"
"No," he shook his head, "I want to learn more seidr." Loki had his mandatory arms training, but he did not spend any more time on it than he had to.
"My boy," she pinched his cheek, "you cannot run before crawling."
"I know it is best to be patient while practicing seidr," as he had been warned many times, "but I am a fast learner."
"Indeed?" Frigga raised an eyebrow, challenging her son. "Show me your conjuration then."
"I am," he said, and the Loki before her faded away in green.
Frigga turned around, seeing her younger son leaning on a tree, his nose buried in a book.
"How did you?" A child of Loki's age, no matter how strong, should not have been able to deceive her so easily.
"Told you I am a fast learner. Now, can I learn more?" It was a matter of fine control and creating another Loki rather than just a mere illusion.
With no excuses left, Frigga agreed, "Very well, but after lunch."
Loki raised his hand, surrounding the flying juice with seidr, before pushing it back into Thor's glass.
In his excitement to tell the grand tale of his training session, his brother had accidentally knocked the glass over. The juice inside, a rich red color, flew straight at him.
His brother was prone to breaking everything around, and Loki had quickly figured out creative ways to prevent the accidents from falling on him.
"Thank you, brother," Thor said.
At least he had enough manners to be grateful.
"Just be careful next time," he replied. Not that Thor would listen.
"You have seen it too. What do you think?" Frigga asked. After lunch, she had given Loki his latest task and found her husband in his workroom.
"You are correct, my love," Odin said, grasping his wife's hand, "His affinity for seidr is incredible."
Their adopted child was talented in seidr beyond most and put in the hard work necessary to nurture it. Odin knew Loki would go even further if he was not paced.
"Are you still intent on your plan? When Thor claims he'll slay the Jotnar once he is king?" she asked.
The Jotnar were fierce enemies, and even the mighty legions of Asgard had suffered great losses. It was unavoidable for a deep sense of hatred to take place in the hearts of the Aesir, and the Jotuns were vilified as barbaric monsters.
Her husband's plan to ensure lasting peace between Asgard and Jotunheim by using Loki, a child born a Jotun yet raised as a prince of Asgard, would not work. Whether he was abandoned as they thought, or something else, the Jotnar would not accept one of their own raised among the Aesir.
"He is a boy," he excused, though it was a weak argument. "They are nothing more than flights of fancy."
Frigga knew otherwise: "They are whims, unless he is dissuaded. If not, it will be his way of life when he is grown."
"I believe Loki has done that," he smiled. Perhaps being more direct with Thor in important matters would work for the better.
She leaned her head on Odin's shoulder, "You haven't answered my first question."
Closing his one good eye, he took a deep breath and exhaled, "I am less sure about letting him go each day."
"Good."
"Brother, come," Thor said, pulling Loki by the arm. His brother was strong for his age, and if Loki wasn't properly seated, he knew Thor would drag him behind.
He, however, wasn't going anywhere, "Where and why?"
"To an adventure," his brother declared. Loki fought the urge to snort. Of course his brother wanted to go on a mock adventure.
"We have lessons, Thor," he reminded, "and you will be punished should you run from them again." His brother had made it a habit to
"You never want to play with me," Thor crossed his arms, pouting.
"When you want to play something good, Thor, I will join you," he replied. Going around with toy weapons, slaying imaginary monsters, and finding equally fake treasure was not his idea of fun.
"Like what?"
There was one game he always wanted to play, and why not do it now? "How about a game of ball?"
"Sounds boring," Thor grumbled. How could a game of ball be better than swords?
"This is a different kind," because Loki was sure Asgard did not have football.
In their lives so far, Loki had come to learn one thing.
Thor learned by doing. Teaching him history through the books was like convincing Sleipner to let someone other than Odin ride him.
Impossible.
He had suggested his father create enactments and have Thor be a part of it, but it fell on deaf ears. Sometimes, he wondered if the Allfather's ears were damaged too.
Loki, before he was Loki, wanted to play football, just like the kids outside. Most days, however, even getting out of the bed was a chore.
"How do we play this ball game of yours?" Thor asked. It was rare for his brother to play with him, and he wanted to learn the game quickly.
"First, we need more people to make teams," he explained, thinking on how to make football more appealing to Thor. "Think of this like a battle, only with a ball rather than weapons."
Thor dropped the ball in his hands, pushing it back and forth with his feet. "I prefer weapons."
"Oh, I see," Loki said, raising his shoulders and arms. "I suppose it is difficult for you."
Thor's face contorted to something ugly, "What?! Take that back," he demanded, getting into Loki's face.
"How about you prove me wrong?" He challenged.
"Fine," his brother agreed, "Let us find more companions for the teams then."
Finding companions to play football was easy. Every child wanted to be friends with the princes. Separated into two teams with Loki and Thor on each side, the day was mostly spent on how to play without breaking the rules.
Still, it was fun.
He only knew how to play from what he watched on television and wasn't any better than Thor with his natural affinity for sports. A guard had acted as a referee, and when their mother came to collect them for the lessons, she was delighted to see them all play.
The football matches would be a constant in their childhood, as it gave Thor a way to burn the energy he could not with training, and Loki actually enjoyed the sport.
Teams would differ each time, and more adults showed up to watch.
When he just wanted to play a game he longed for, Loki could not imagine the changes it would bring to Asgard.
Fed, washed, and tucked by his parents into his princely bed, Loki closed his eyes.
Only long enough to ensure there would be no last-minute checks by Frigga. Every night, before he actually went to sleep, Loki wondered.
What was seidr?
It was an energy they all were born with to various degrees, at least by what his mother said. Thor, for example, had his seidr rooted in thunder and storms, while Loki's powers were more varied.
Allfather, on the other hand, was like an ocean without an end or an insurmountable mountain. Yet, his seidr was different, something more.
He had not asked why, preferring to discover the answer.
But how could his brother's seidr be so narrow when the very existence of their father kept the peace across the Nine Realms? When Loki's seidr was on a whole different branch of the same tree? Was it because he was a Jotun?
It made no sense to him, so he attempted to understand it each night.
What was seidr?
Easier than taking a breath, the energy flowed through his hands and coagulated into a green orb. It was pure seidr, and he focused, trying to pry its secrets.
What was this energy exactly? What were its building blocks? Something he did not know? Matter existed because countless atoms came together, so why did this green energy in his hands exist? Why did it vary from person to person?
The answer did not come to him tonight, as it had not since he started learning how to weave seidr a year ago.
He would not give up. Magic was too wild to be so constrained, and he had thousands of years to discover the answer.
Between teaching Thor and the others how to play football and trying to discover the secrets of the power in his veins, his lessons in seidr continued with his mother, or with the talented sorcerers in the court when she wasn't available.
If he could have learned seidr forever, he would, but there were more subjects he had to learn as an eight-year-old than there should have been.
The downside of being a prince.
Mathematics, star charting, the workings of the universe, the history of Asgard and the Nine Realms, and more.
When he asked his teacher why they had to learn so much so early, the answer was unexpected. Once the books and the theories were finished, they would be expected to visit their allies across the Nine Realms, to enforce peace where necessary in Allfather's name, and so they could spend the rest of their lives outside the lecture halls.
In a way, it made sense too. Aesir lived for eight thousand years or so, and a couple centuries in the lecture halls was better than two millennia.
He guessed a longer life span did not mean they naturally had the patience to match it.
"Father, who rules Niflheim?" Loki asked, and the table quieted down.
His mother and father shared a look, while Thor continued eating, unbothered by the question.
Odin lowered his spoon, and his gaze wavered. "What makes you ask that?"
"Every realm has its own people and rulers. Even Svártalfheim had the Svartálfar long ago with Malekith, but there is no mention of anyone ruling Niflheim." In truth, he knew that no one lived there, but he asked the question for a different answer.
An answer to a question he could not afford to ask directly.
The tension in his parents bled away, and Odin answered with a smile, "Niflheim is the primordial realm of mist, ice, and cold, but none live there."
If Niflheim was empty, they should not have reacted like that.
"How come?" he asked. Ymir was born from the ice of Niflheim and the heat of Muspelheim, but his descendants had settled in Jotunheim, and there was only one entity living—kind of—in that realm.
"That is a mystery people have long stopped seeking an answer for," was Odin's answer.
Loki nodded, "I see. Thank you, Father."
In the myths, Hela was his daughter with Angrboda, yet the life he lived was vastly different. Could she be in Helheim, the deepest part of Niflheim? Then whose child was she?
Or was she just a primordial force?
There were so many things he knew that were wrong, and unfortunately, the library did not provide the answers.
In the future, once he is strong enough, Loki will discover these answers by himself. For now, he had to finish his breakfast.
Loki, having realized he had been in his room for too long, decided to take a stroll in the garden. The sunlight, the fresh air, and the scenery cleared his mind, but there was a problem.
There were intruders.
Covering himself in a reflective layer as he split his body into two, Loki watched.
"We can't find the anomaly. This is as close to it as we can get; even then, the radius of the area is two miles."
They were humans, speaking English, dressed in black form-fitting suits with helmets, and three orange letters on them.
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—
Asgard
973 A.D.
Loki held back a frown.
When his father said he would give both Loki and his brother, Thor, a personal lesson, he had hoped it would be about seidr.
But it was just about Asgard's history.
Nevertheless, it wasn't entirely useless. He just learned that the myths of Asgard had taken root on Earth when the Aesir were driving the invading Jotnar out.
Books were a constant companion while suffering from leukemia as a human, though of course none mentioned anything about the Frost Giants invading Earth.
He wondered about Earth and how the other children in the hospital were doing.
"When I'm king, I'll hunt the monsters down and slay them all," Thor said, swinging his arms wildly, as if he were a great warrior with an equally mighty weapon in his hands.
"They are not monsters, Thor; they just had a stupid king, that's all." Even half listening to the history lesson, Loki learned more than Thor.
Also, he did not share any features with Odin or Frigga and was pretty sure he too was a Jotun. The myths were clear on that, though on how they had gotten mixed to the point of depicting him as Odin's sworn brother when he was his son.
Even if adopted.
"Your brother is correct," Odin nodded. At least one child was listening to his words, "It was Laufey who started the war for glory and more land. Tradition dictated the Jotnar follow him. It did not matter if the war was foolish or just."
Undeterred, Thor pumped his fist up, shouting, "Then I'll just slay Laufey."
Loki rolled his eyes, "The lesson here, brother, is that there is peace, and Father wants the future king to keep it that way. Not to go and start a war."
He would not take the throne, as it seemed too tedious a task, so Thor naturally would be the king.
Not that the Allfather would give Asgard to him, being adopted and all.
It would be even more tedious if Thor started a war because he saw the Jotuns as monsters in need of slaying.
"Oh," his brother said, finally realizing the core of the lesson their father was trying to impart. Odin, in his attempt to make Thor realize the meaning behind his words, had just confused his oldest son.
"You should be more direct with Thor, Father; not everyone learns the same way," he said.
Odin raised his brow, amused.
—
Thankfully, once the lesson was over, he was allowed to leave. His first stop was to find his mother, Frigga, and badger her for more lessons on seidr.
Blonde like Thor, dressed in a golden gown, her smile was radiant like the sun.
As a sickly mortal once, he was in love with tales of magic. Now, as a god, though that was debatable, he had seidr under his command. He was a novice but willing to learn more.
All thanks to her.
"Mother," he called out. Frigga's guests had just left the tea party, and the servants were taking the cups away.
Running her hand over her son's slicked-back hair, Frigga had him sit on the chair across from her, "Loki, how did the lesson with your father go?"
"Informative," he said, considering his next words, "even if Thor was more insistent on slaying the Jotnar than keeping the peace."
Frigga's smile wavered for a second.
"Where is your brother?" she asked. The brothers were inseparable most of the time, with Thor always dragging Loki to somewhere.
Loki rolled his shoulders, "Training."
As soon as the lesson was over, Thor rushed to find his instructors to swing his training hammer on a wooden post. He did see the appeal, as if a hero training to slay the evil dragon, but it could not compare to seidr.
"Did you not consider following him?"
"No," he shook his head, "I want to learn more seidr." Loki had his mandatory arms training, but he did not spend any more time on it than he had to.
"My boy," she pinched his cheek, "you cannot run before crawling."
"I know it is best to be patient while practicing seidr," as he had been warned many times, "but I am a fast learner."
"Indeed?" Frigga raised an eyebrow, challenging her son. "Show me your conjuration then."
"I am," he said, and the Loki before her faded away in green.
Frigga turned around, seeing her younger son leaning on a tree, his nose buried in a book.
"How did you?" A child of Loki's age, no matter how strong, should not have been able to deceive her so easily.
"Told you I am a fast learner. Now, can I learn more?" It was a matter of fine control and creating another Loki rather than just a mere illusion.
With no excuses left, Frigga agreed, "Very well, but after lunch."
—
Loki raised his hand, surrounding the flying juice with seidr, before pushing it back into Thor's glass.
In his excitement to tell the grand tale of his training session, his brother had accidentally knocked the glass over. The juice inside, a rich red color, flew straight at him.
His brother was prone to breaking everything around, and Loki had quickly figured out creative ways to prevent the accidents from falling on him.
"Thank you, brother," Thor said.
At least he had enough manners to be grateful.
"Just be careful next time," he replied. Not that Thor would listen.
—
"You have seen it too. What do you think?" Frigga asked. After lunch, she had given Loki his latest task and found her husband in his workroom.
"You are correct, my love," Odin said, grasping his wife's hand, "His affinity for seidr is incredible."
Their adopted child was talented in seidr beyond most and put in the hard work necessary to nurture it. Odin knew Loki would go even further if he was not paced.
"Are you still intent on your plan? When Thor claims he'll slay the Jotnar once he is king?" she asked.
The Jotnar were fierce enemies, and even the mighty legions of Asgard had suffered great losses. It was unavoidable for a deep sense of hatred to take place in the hearts of the Aesir, and the Jotuns were vilified as barbaric monsters.
Her husband's plan to ensure lasting peace between Asgard and Jotunheim by using Loki, a child born a Jotun yet raised as a prince of Asgard, would not work. Whether he was abandoned as they thought, or something else, the Jotnar would not accept one of their own raised among the Aesir.
"He is a boy," he excused, though it was a weak argument. "They are nothing more than flights of fancy."
Frigga knew otherwise: "They are whims, unless he is dissuaded. If not, it will be his way of life when he is grown."
"I believe Loki has done that," he smiled. Perhaps being more direct with Thor in important matters would work for the better.
She leaned her head on Odin's shoulder, "You haven't answered my first question."
Closing his one good eye, he took a deep breath and exhaled, "I am less sure about letting him go each day."
"Good."
—
"Brother, come," Thor said, pulling Loki by the arm. His brother was strong for his age, and if Loki wasn't properly seated, he knew Thor would drag him behind.
He, however, wasn't going anywhere, "Where and why?"
"To an adventure," his brother declared. Loki fought the urge to snort. Of course his brother wanted to go on a mock adventure.
"We have lessons, Thor," he reminded, "and you will be punished should you run from them again." His brother had made it a habit to
"You never want to play with me," Thor crossed his arms, pouting.
"When you want to play something good, Thor, I will join you," he replied. Going around with toy weapons, slaying imaginary monsters, and finding equally fake treasure was not his idea of fun.
"Like what?"
There was one game he always wanted to play, and why not do it now? "How about a game of ball?"
"Sounds boring," Thor grumbled. How could a game of ball be better than swords?
"This is a different kind," because Loki was sure Asgard did not have football.
—
In their lives so far, Loki had come to learn one thing.
Thor learned by doing. Teaching him history through the books was like convincing Sleipner to let someone other than Odin ride him.
Impossible.
He had suggested his father create enactments and have Thor be a part of it, but it fell on deaf ears. Sometimes, he wondered if the Allfather's ears were damaged too.
Loki, before he was Loki, wanted to play football, just like the kids outside. Most days, however, even getting out of the bed was a chore.
"How do we play this ball game of yours?" Thor asked. It was rare for his brother to play with him, and he wanted to learn the game quickly.
"First, we need more people to make teams," he explained, thinking on how to make football more appealing to Thor. "Think of this like a battle, only with a ball rather than weapons."
Thor dropped the ball in his hands, pushing it back and forth with his feet. "I prefer weapons."
"Oh, I see," Loki said, raising his shoulders and arms. "I suppose it is difficult for you."
Thor's face contorted to something ugly, "What?! Take that back," he demanded, getting into Loki's face.
"How about you prove me wrong?" He challenged.
"Fine," his brother agreed, "Let us find more companions for the teams then."
Finding companions to play football was easy. Every child wanted to be friends with the princes. Separated into two teams with Loki and Thor on each side, the day was mostly spent on how to play without breaking the rules.
Still, it was fun.
He only knew how to play from what he watched on television and wasn't any better than Thor with his natural affinity for sports. A guard had acted as a referee, and when their mother came to collect them for the lessons, she was delighted to see them all play.
The football matches would be a constant in their childhood, as it gave Thor a way to burn the energy he could not with training, and Loki actually enjoyed the sport.
Teams would differ each time, and more adults showed up to watch.
When he just wanted to play a game he longed for, Loki could not imagine the changes it would bring to Asgard.
—
Fed, washed, and tucked by his parents into his princely bed, Loki closed his eyes.
Only long enough to ensure there would be no last-minute checks by Frigga. Every night, before he actually went to sleep, Loki wondered.
What was seidr?
It was an energy they all were born with to various degrees, at least by what his mother said. Thor, for example, had his seidr rooted in thunder and storms, while Loki's powers were more varied.
Allfather, on the other hand, was like an ocean without an end or an insurmountable mountain. Yet, his seidr was different, something more.
He had not asked why, preferring to discover the answer.
But how could his brother's seidr be so narrow when the very existence of their father kept the peace across the Nine Realms? When Loki's seidr was on a whole different branch of the same tree? Was it because he was a Jotun?
It made no sense to him, so he attempted to understand it each night.
What was seidr?
Easier than taking a breath, the energy flowed through his hands and coagulated into a green orb. It was pure seidr, and he focused, trying to pry its secrets.
What was this energy exactly? What were its building blocks? Something he did not know? Matter existed because countless atoms came together, so why did this green energy in his hands exist? Why did it vary from person to person?
The answer did not come to him tonight, as it had not since he started learning how to weave seidr a year ago.
He would not give up. Magic was too wild to be so constrained, and he had thousands of years to discover the answer.
—
Between teaching Thor and the others how to play football and trying to discover the secrets of the power in his veins, his lessons in seidr continued with his mother, or with the talented sorcerers in the court when she wasn't available.
If he could have learned seidr forever, he would, but there were more subjects he had to learn as an eight-year-old than there should have been.
The downside of being a prince.
Mathematics, star charting, the workings of the universe, the history of Asgard and the Nine Realms, and more.
When he asked his teacher why they had to learn so much so early, the answer was unexpected. Once the books and the theories were finished, they would be expected to visit their allies across the Nine Realms, to enforce peace where necessary in Allfather's name, and so they could spend the rest of their lives outside the lecture halls.
In a way, it made sense too. Aesir lived for eight thousand years or so, and a couple centuries in the lecture halls was better than two millennia.
He guessed a longer life span did not mean they naturally had the patience to match it.
—
"Father, who rules Niflheim?" Loki asked, and the table quieted down.
His mother and father shared a look, while Thor continued eating, unbothered by the question.
Odin lowered his spoon, and his gaze wavered. "What makes you ask that?"
"Every realm has its own people and rulers. Even Svártalfheim had the Svartálfar long ago with Malekith, but there is no mention of anyone ruling Niflheim." In truth, he knew that no one lived there, but he asked the question for a different answer.
An answer to a question he could not afford to ask directly.
The tension in his parents bled away, and Odin answered with a smile, "Niflheim is the primordial realm of mist, ice, and cold, but none live there."
If Niflheim was empty, they should not have reacted like that.
"How come?" he asked. Ymir was born from the ice of Niflheim and the heat of Muspelheim, but his descendants had settled in Jotunheim, and there was only one entity living—kind of—in that realm.
"That is a mystery people have long stopped seeking an answer for," was Odin's answer.
Loki nodded, "I see. Thank you, Father."
In the myths, Hela was his daughter with Angrboda, yet the life he lived was vastly different. Could she be in Helheim, the deepest part of Niflheim? Then whose child was she?
Or was she just a primordial force?
There were so many things he knew that were wrong, and unfortunately, the library did not provide the answers.
In the future, once he is strong enough, Loki will discover these answers by himself. For now, he had to finish his breakfast.
—
In the next chapter:Loki, having realized he had been in his room for too long, decided to take a stroll in the garden. The sunlight, the fresh air, and the scenery cleared his mind, but there was a problem.
There were intruders.
Covering himself in a reflective layer as he split his body into two, Loki watched.
"We can't find the anomaly. This is as close to it as we can get; even then, the radius of the area is two miles."
They were humans, speaking English, dressed in black form-fitting suits with helmets, and three orange letters on them.
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Chapter 2 - TVA
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Asgard
975 A.D.
Loki did not hold his frown back.
For some reason, he was required to spar with Thor. Initially, he refused, too engrossed in his books, but it turned out to be a command from their father.
Odin wished to see how his sons were progressing in arms training.
He was also prohibited from using seidr for another incomprehensible reason. Odin wielded seidr in battle; the stories of his exploits attested to that. Yet, for this training session, he was limited to a blunt training blade.
It was stupid, but he did not voice his thoughts.
"Begin," their father started the bout.
Thor was stronger and faster than him and more talented with swords than Loki was.
The outcome was clear.
Still, he would give his best, if only so there would be no complaints that he wasn't taking this seriously.
He ducked beneath the first swing, but Thor was quick to turn around to stab at him, forcing Loki to roll forward. Raising his sword in a defensive position, Loki waited for his brother to attack.
Thor circled him, smirking, and bolted forward with a bellow. He raised the sword, blocking the downward slash and the one from the left. A step back saved his feet, but he stumbled to dodge the upward slash.
His brother took the opportunity, and he barely stopped the sword in his hand from flying away. Flipping back, he gained enough distance to dodge the thrust to his head and bring his sword up, forcing his brother back.
"Not bad, brother," Thor complimented, twirling his sword.
"You as well, brother."
Thor rushed again, and Loki was ready to block, though the swing was too strong. His sword flew up, falling on the stone ground, clanging uselessly.
Loki raised his hands, giving up.
"Good match, brother," he said. He believed the display was good enough.
"You could stand to be on the offensive more," Thor advised, patting him on the arm.
"Maybe."
Their father walked up to them, smiling, pleased with the spar. "My sons, both of you fought well," he praised, ruffling Thor's and then Loki's hair.
"Thank you, Father," he said. Thor was already off to the side of Sif, Fandral, and Volstagg to spar with them.
He was about to place the sword in its place and return to his room, but his father had a different idea: "You don't appear to be sad at your loss, Loki."
"Should I be, Father?" Was that an appropriate question to ask?
"No, but anyone your age would be," his father said. Loki knew his father didn't ask that question with bad intentions, but anyone else in his place would.
"Thor is better with arms, and I with seidr," he replied. "No use crying over it."
Why bother swinging around a sword if you can become strong enough to destroy your enemy from great distances with seidr?
"Indeed?" Odin asked, taking a step back, left hand behind his back, "Show me what you can do."
His words draw a crowd around them, as people wish to see the younger prince with
Loki took a position across from his father and brought his palms together. The seidr stuck between his hands was compressed and mutated, and once he thrust both palms to Odin, arcs of lightning followed.
Odin raised his spear, blocking the lightning and letting the weapon absorb it, even as Loki continued to feed into the magic, feeling his fingers tingle.
"Raw power alone will not be enough, my son," he said as the stream of lightning ended.
The lightning alone was fascinating, however.
"I know," he said. Loki snapped his fingers, and Gungnir wavered. Odin watched, wondering what his son had in mind.
The training arena had hundreds of weapons, all blunt, but still perfect for his plan.
One of the training swords was pulled out of its place in the rack, flying at Gungir, before more followed. Axes, maces, arrows, spears—every single weapon felt the pull of seidr and obeyed.
Weapons were not the only ones, however. Armor, tools, training posts—every metallic object took flight.
Odin raised an eyebrow as projectiles were coming at him from all around. Now that he realized it, his son had turned Gungir into a magnet, and a deadly storm of metal was upon him.
Deadly to an ordinary fighter, that is.
Loki knew the plan was ingenious, but against someone like his father, it was useless.
He was proven correct when the Allfather tapped his spear on the ground, dispelling Loki's spell. It wasn't over, as seidr turned to brute force at the point of contact, sending the objects back.
The Allfather's lips curved upwards, impressed.
"Ingenious. Inscribing a spell in Gungir by letting me absorb the lightning," his father said. The Allfather seemed to be in deep thoughts before he returned his attention to Loki once again.
"Anything else you would like to display today, my son?" he asked. Prodigies like Loki were rare, and Odin was sure his son would go a long way in his studies.
Loki considered whether to reveal more but decided against it. "No, that was all."
"Well done," the Allfather praised. "You are dismissed. I am confident you are eager to return to your lessons."
The crowd was watching him with open mouths and wide eyes, but thankfully, none approached to bother him.
Loki entered his room, stretching.
"How did it go?" the original asked, a cupcake in his hand as he read on the bed.
"See for yourself," the shade replied, touching the arm of the original, merging back.
His jaw stopped mid-motion as Loki analyzed the memories flowing into his mind. Not only the memories, but also the physical strain of the spar flowed to him.
And he continued chewing, his attention once more on the pages. Except for the sudden interest Allfather had shown in his seidr, the spar was a waste of time.
Good thing he sent his shade in his stead.
Finished with the cake, he waved his hands, sending the crumbs flying out of the window to the birds.
"My prince, it is time for lunch."
"Very well, thank you."
His parents and brother were already seated, waiting for him to arrive. He appreciated that they would wait for every member to arrive before starting.
"How was your spar today?" Frigga started the conversation, breaking the silence.
"It was great; I defeated everyone," Thor exclaimed, sending half-chewed food flying out.
"Good work, my son," Frigga praised, though her gaze was stern, "but what did we say about speaking while your mouth is full?"
His brother stopped, swallowing the food in his mouth before answering, "Not to."
"And you, Loki?" his mother asked. He loved her attention, but Thor answered in his stead.
Loki's lips thinned.
"You should have seen it, Mother," Thor raised his voice, rising from his seat in excitement. "Loki did something to Gungnir, and everything on the training field flew at Father."
"Is that so, husband?" Frigga turned to her husband for clarification.
"Indeed," Odin confirmed his son's tale, "He used lightning to inscribe a spell in Gungnir. Quite impressive and creative."
"I am proud of you both," she beamed, and Loki stood straighter.
Their parents then had a hushed conversation, sneaking glances at both siblings, before Odin cleared his throat.
"In one month's time, a delegation from Alfheim will visit. I expect both of you to represent Asgard in a manner befitting your stations," his father explained.
The orders were clear.
"Thor, no running around for adventure," Frigga warned Thor, though he was not spared either, "and Loki, you will not try to slip away to practice seidr."
"Yes, Mother," they replied at the same time.
"I can't believe we have to sit and listen while Father and the Ljosalfar talk," Thor grumbled, not even acting like he was reading the assigned history book.
Loki turned a page. "Duties of a prince, brother."
"But you don't like it either," his brother added.
He rolled his shoulders. "I don't."
The meetings were the same as always, with smiles, laughter, tea parties, good wishes, and gifts. Sometimes, his father would throw a hunting party or something equally lavish.
And each time, both brothers found it boring, being there for appearances with nothing to do.
Thor closed the book. "Then why won't you say anything?" he asked.
How to explain this to his brother so he would stop bothering him?
"Thor, we are princes of Asgard, and just like everyone else, we have our duties too. If we don't carry out our duties, do we deserve to stay as princes?" Loki asked.
His brother's lips parted to answer, but he closed them. Loki finished two more pages before the internal struggle his brother was having ended. "No."
"No, we don't," he affirmed. "The food we eat, the clothes we wear, and the servants we command—it is all possible because Allfather is a good king. If he was not, then we would not have any of this."
The book assigned to them was about the subject he mentioned, a history of rebellions through the Nine Realms.
"Oh," Thor said, realization dawning on him.
"Just like him, we have to be good princes." Loki knew how much Thor adored their father.
"I suppose you are right," his brother agreed with a frown. Ugh, why was he, as a child, explaining these things to Thor? Couldn't their father do his duty so Loki could read in peace?
"And think about it, whenever you try to escape, Mother always catches you and you get punished." She actually had a tracking spell put on Thor, though he did not spoil it. "Just doing as you are told is less time-consuming," he advised.
Which was hypocritical of him, because Loki wouldn't be there either.
"But it's not fun," his brother said.
It appeared his complaints weren't over yet.
"If everything in life was fun, then it wouldn't have a meaning," Loki said. He took a deep breath, reading the passage again.
He had to focus.
"What do you mean?" Thor asked, waiting for an explanation.
"Think of it like this. Gold is valuable because it is rare. If every person on Asgard had a mountain of gold, would it still be valuable?" Loki asked, explaining as simply as possible.
"I understand now," Thor replied. "Thank you, brother." Finally he fell silent, and Loki could give his full attention to the book.
Loki, having realized he had been in his room for too long, decided to take a stroll in the garden. The sunlight, the fresh air, and the scenery cleared his mind, but there was a problem.
There were intruders.
Covering himself in a reflective layer as he split his body into two, Loki watched.
"We can't find the anomaly. This is as close to it as we can get; even then, the radius of the area is two miles."
They were humans, speaking English, dressed in black form-fitting suits with helmets, and three orange letters on them.
TVA.
Loki did not know what it meant, but they were either some sort of police or soldiers.
"Could it be Loki?" The brown-skinned one with the tablet in his hand asked, and Loki's eyes widened. How did they know him?
"Maybe," the tall man, the most likely leader of the group, said, "He always causes trouble no matter the timeline. Can we locate him?"
Damn it, could they somehow track him now?
"No, the interference is messing with our systems," the blonde woman said, and Loki breathed out.
"What about the others?" The leader asked, "Thor, Odin? Can we locate them?"
"Yes," the man with the tablet said. "Actually, it seems the only one we can't find is Loki."
"It must be him then," the leader declared. "Spread out and apprehend the variant."
His eyes widened, and Loki almost turned around to call for help.
"Intruders! Halt in the name of the Allfather." Two guards passing through had seen the humans and drew their swords, ready to attack.
The TVA guys pulled out sticks with purple glowing tips and clashed with the swords of the guards.
His eyes widened more as the guards just slowed down, as if they were trying to move through a dense substance, and two more hits knocked them out.
Those sticks were dangerous.
Loki could choose to fight them or escape to call for help.
"Should we prune them?" the short, blonde female asked, pointing her stick at the guards.
"Do it," the leader said. "Best to have no witnesses before we finish. The whole branch will be pruned anyway," he added, touching the cylindrical object strapped to his belt.
The purple glow of the sticks turned to orange, and the TVA agents touched the guards, who promptly disintegrated into nothing.
Hiding behind the tree again, Loki was ready to run to find his father, but what the humans said stopped him.
Were they some sort of police? Here to arrest him for something he did? What could it be? What did the leader mean by pruning the branch? Could they be meaning to use that cylinder to destroy Asgard? If they were able to travel between timelines, did that mean they could do worse?
His mind raced with questions, but one thing was clear.
By the time he calls for help, it could be too late.
Commanding his shade to draw their attention, he started watching again.
"Looking for me?" his shade asked, standing out in the open with a smirk.
"There you are." The leader pointed his stick at the shade. "Surrender now and make this easy on yourself. We know all your tricks."
Loki prepared to attack since they were all kind enough to turn their backs but still wanted to learn more.
"My tricks?" The shade asked, arms crossed as the seidr began to flow.
"Your illusions can't fool us. Give up," the leader demanded as his subordinates spread out to surround the shade.
"Illusions? That's all?" the shade asked, and Loki raised an eyebrow. Did they think all he could do was illusions? Or rather, was that all his counterparts were capable of?
"Yeah," the blonde female said, bringing her stick higher, "what else?"
"Oh, I don't know," the shade said, bringing his palms together as his teeth flashed, one shared by the original, "something like this?"
The shade pushed the lightning through his fingers, and the time police did not have the time to react before the energy burned through their bodies.
All three fell down like puppets with their strings cut.
Loki commanded the shade to approach, watching for any sign to see if any survived the onslaught.
The leader twitched, somehow still alive, and muttered something.
"Go to hell."
An orange field began to spread beneath the man, and both Lokis stepped back as everything touched by the field disappeared.
He turned to run, but the line sped up, and the last thing he saw was the unknown energy consuming his body.
Loki gasped, springing out of his bed, ready to attack.
His eyes flickered around, searching for any sign of danger, but he was in the safety of his room.
What had just happened?
"My prince, the Allfather summons you for the spar," the servant called from outside the door, just as she had done that morning.
He didn't think it was just a nightmare.
Rather than shapeshift the lightning as a whole, he shapeshifted the building blocks one at a time, and the effects were not what he expected.
The white color of the lightning turned a vibrant blue, and the chaotic arcs straightened. Fascinated by what was happening, his control slipped. Having no choice but to expel the seidr, Loki held his hands out and pushed the volatile attack.
The results were catastrophic.
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Her Eternal Excellency, a Genshin Impact and ASOIAF crossover, Raiden Ei Reborn as Argella Durrandon, is 15 chapters ahead
DCU:Blacklist, a Raymond Reddington inspired OC SI using his knowledge for his own advantage, as well as the rest of the world, is 15 chapters ahead,
Geek's Guide to Thriving in a Low End Fantasy World, a Robert Baratheon OC SI in an AU, is 15 chapters ahead,
Commander Shepard, The Greatest to Ever Live, a Mass Effect story where Shepard is greater than ever, is 15 chapters ahead,
Loki: The God of Magic , an OC-SI into Loki who is not aware of the MCU, is 3 chapters ahead.
By supporting me, you can read advanced and special chapters, as well as vote on how you want the fanfiction to proceed.
Note: Apple store payments will be refunded, because of the company's 75 day hold policy.
—
Asgard
975 A.D.
Loki did not hold his frown back.
For some reason, he was required to spar with Thor. Initially, he refused, too engrossed in his books, but it turned out to be a command from their father.
Odin wished to see how his sons were progressing in arms training.
He was also prohibited from using seidr for another incomprehensible reason. Odin wielded seidr in battle; the stories of his exploits attested to that. Yet, for this training session, he was limited to a blunt training blade.
It was stupid, but he did not voice his thoughts.
"Begin," their father started the bout.
Thor was stronger and faster than him and more talented with swords than Loki was.
The outcome was clear.
Still, he would give his best, if only so there would be no complaints that he wasn't taking this seriously.
He ducked beneath the first swing, but Thor was quick to turn around to stab at him, forcing Loki to roll forward. Raising his sword in a defensive position, Loki waited for his brother to attack.
Thor circled him, smirking, and bolted forward with a bellow. He raised the sword, blocking the downward slash and the one from the left. A step back saved his feet, but he stumbled to dodge the upward slash.
His brother took the opportunity, and he barely stopped the sword in his hand from flying away. Flipping back, he gained enough distance to dodge the thrust to his head and bring his sword up, forcing his brother back.
"Not bad, brother," Thor complimented, twirling his sword.
"You as well, brother."
Thor rushed again, and Loki was ready to block, though the swing was too strong. His sword flew up, falling on the stone ground, clanging uselessly.
Loki raised his hands, giving up.
"Good match, brother," he said. He believed the display was good enough.
"You could stand to be on the offensive more," Thor advised, patting him on the arm.
"Maybe."
Their father walked up to them, smiling, pleased with the spar. "My sons, both of you fought well," he praised, ruffling Thor's and then Loki's hair.
"Thank you, Father," he said. Thor was already off to the side of Sif, Fandral, and Volstagg to spar with them.
He was about to place the sword in its place and return to his room, but his father had a different idea: "You don't appear to be sad at your loss, Loki."
"Should I be, Father?" Was that an appropriate question to ask?
"No, but anyone your age would be," his father said. Loki knew his father didn't ask that question with bad intentions, but anyone else in his place would.
"Thor is better with arms, and I with seidr," he replied. "No use crying over it."
Why bother swinging around a sword if you can become strong enough to destroy your enemy from great distances with seidr?
"Indeed?" Odin asked, taking a step back, left hand behind his back, "Show me what you can do."
His words draw a crowd around them, as people wish to see the younger prince with
Loki took a position across from his father and brought his palms together. The seidr stuck between his hands was compressed and mutated, and once he thrust both palms to Odin, arcs of lightning followed.
Odin raised his spear, blocking the lightning and letting the weapon absorb it, even as Loki continued to feed into the magic, feeling his fingers tingle.
"Raw power alone will not be enough, my son," he said as the stream of lightning ended.
The lightning alone was fascinating, however.
"I know," he said. Loki snapped his fingers, and Gungnir wavered. Odin watched, wondering what his son had in mind.
The training arena had hundreds of weapons, all blunt, but still perfect for his plan.
One of the training swords was pulled out of its place in the rack, flying at Gungir, before more followed. Axes, maces, arrows, spears—every single weapon felt the pull of seidr and obeyed.
Weapons were not the only ones, however. Armor, tools, training posts—every metallic object took flight.
Odin raised an eyebrow as projectiles were coming at him from all around. Now that he realized it, his son had turned Gungir into a magnet, and a deadly storm of metal was upon him.
Deadly to an ordinary fighter, that is.
Loki knew the plan was ingenious, but against someone like his father, it was useless.
He was proven correct when the Allfather tapped his spear on the ground, dispelling Loki's spell. It wasn't over, as seidr turned to brute force at the point of contact, sending the objects back.
The Allfather's lips curved upwards, impressed.
"Ingenious. Inscribing a spell in Gungir by letting me absorb the lightning," his father said. The Allfather seemed to be in deep thoughts before he returned his attention to Loki once again.
"Anything else you would like to display today, my son?" he asked. Prodigies like Loki were rare, and Odin was sure his son would go a long way in his studies.
Loki considered whether to reveal more but decided against it. "No, that was all."
"Well done," the Allfather praised. "You are dismissed. I am confident you are eager to return to your lessons."
The crowd was watching him with open mouths and wide eyes, but thankfully, none approached to bother him.
—
Loki entered his room, stretching.
"How did it go?" the original asked, a cupcake in his hand as he read on the bed.
"See for yourself," the shade replied, touching the arm of the original, merging back.
His jaw stopped mid-motion as Loki analyzed the memories flowing into his mind. Not only the memories, but also the physical strain of the spar flowed to him.
And he continued chewing, his attention once more on the pages. Except for the sudden interest Allfather had shown in his seidr, the spar was a waste of time.
Good thing he sent his shade in his stead.
Finished with the cake, he waved his hands, sending the crumbs flying out of the window to the birds.
"My prince, it is time for lunch."
"Very well, thank you."
—
His parents and brother were already seated, waiting for him to arrive. He appreciated that they would wait for every member to arrive before starting.
"How was your spar today?" Frigga started the conversation, breaking the silence.
"It was great; I defeated everyone," Thor exclaimed, sending half-chewed food flying out.
"Good work, my son," Frigga praised, though her gaze was stern, "but what did we say about speaking while your mouth is full?"
His brother stopped, swallowing the food in his mouth before answering, "Not to."
"And you, Loki?" his mother asked. He loved her attention, but Thor answered in his stead.
Loki's lips thinned.
"You should have seen it, Mother," Thor raised his voice, rising from his seat in excitement. "Loki did something to Gungnir, and everything on the training field flew at Father."
"Is that so, husband?" Frigga turned to her husband for clarification.
"Indeed," Odin confirmed his son's tale, "He used lightning to inscribe a spell in Gungnir. Quite impressive and creative."
"I am proud of you both," she beamed, and Loki stood straighter.
Their parents then had a hushed conversation, sneaking glances at both siblings, before Odin cleared his throat.
"In one month's time, a delegation from Alfheim will visit. I expect both of you to represent Asgard in a manner befitting your stations," his father explained.
The orders were clear.
"Thor, no running around for adventure," Frigga warned Thor, though he was not spared either, "and Loki, you will not try to slip away to practice seidr."
"Yes, Mother," they replied at the same time.
—
"I can't believe we have to sit and listen while Father and the Ljosalfar talk," Thor grumbled, not even acting like he was reading the assigned history book.
Loki turned a page. "Duties of a prince, brother."
"But you don't like it either," his brother added.
He rolled his shoulders. "I don't."
The meetings were the same as always, with smiles, laughter, tea parties, good wishes, and gifts. Sometimes, his father would throw a hunting party or something equally lavish.
And each time, both brothers found it boring, being there for appearances with nothing to do.
Thor closed the book. "Then why won't you say anything?" he asked.
How to explain this to his brother so he would stop bothering him?
"Thor, we are princes of Asgard, and just like everyone else, we have our duties too. If we don't carry out our duties, do we deserve to stay as princes?" Loki asked.
His brother's lips parted to answer, but he closed them. Loki finished two more pages before the internal struggle his brother was having ended. "No."
"No, we don't," he affirmed. "The food we eat, the clothes we wear, and the servants we command—it is all possible because Allfather is a good king. If he was not, then we would not have any of this."
The book assigned to them was about the subject he mentioned, a history of rebellions through the Nine Realms.
"Oh," Thor said, realization dawning on him.
"Just like him, we have to be good princes." Loki knew how much Thor adored their father.
"I suppose you are right," his brother agreed with a frown. Ugh, why was he, as a child, explaining these things to Thor? Couldn't their father do his duty so Loki could read in peace?
"And think about it, whenever you try to escape, Mother always catches you and you get punished." She actually had a tracking spell put on Thor, though he did not spoil it. "Just doing as you are told is less time-consuming," he advised.
Which was hypocritical of him, because Loki wouldn't be there either.
"But it's not fun," his brother said.
It appeared his complaints weren't over yet.
"If everything in life was fun, then it wouldn't have a meaning," Loki said. He took a deep breath, reading the passage again.
He had to focus.
"What do you mean?" Thor asked, waiting for an explanation.
"Think of it like this. Gold is valuable because it is rare. If every person on Asgard had a mountain of gold, would it still be valuable?" Loki asked, explaining as simply as possible.
"I understand now," Thor replied. "Thank you, brother." Finally he fell silent, and Loki could give his full attention to the book.
—
Loki, having realized he had been in his room for too long, decided to take a stroll in the garden. The sunlight, the fresh air, and the scenery cleared his mind, but there was a problem.
There were intruders.
Covering himself in a reflective layer as he split his body into two, Loki watched.
"We can't find the anomaly. This is as close to it as we can get; even then, the radius of the area is two miles."
They were humans, speaking English, dressed in black form-fitting suits with helmets, and three orange letters on them.
TVA.
Loki did not know what it meant, but they were either some sort of police or soldiers.
"Could it be Loki?" The brown-skinned one with the tablet in his hand asked, and Loki's eyes widened. How did they know him?
"Maybe," the tall man, the most likely leader of the group, said, "He always causes trouble no matter the timeline. Can we locate him?"
Damn it, could they somehow track him now?
"No, the interference is messing with our systems," the blonde woman said, and Loki breathed out.
"What about the others?" The leader asked, "Thor, Odin? Can we locate them?"
"Yes," the man with the tablet said. "Actually, it seems the only one we can't find is Loki."
"It must be him then," the leader declared. "Spread out and apprehend the variant."
His eyes widened, and Loki almost turned around to call for help.
"Intruders! Halt in the name of the Allfather." Two guards passing through had seen the humans and drew their swords, ready to attack.
The TVA guys pulled out sticks with purple glowing tips and clashed with the swords of the guards.
His eyes widened more as the guards just slowed down, as if they were trying to move through a dense substance, and two more hits knocked them out.
Those sticks were dangerous.
Loki could choose to fight them or escape to call for help.
"Should we prune them?" the short, blonde female asked, pointing her stick at the guards.
"Do it," the leader said. "Best to have no witnesses before we finish. The whole branch will be pruned anyway," he added, touching the cylindrical object strapped to his belt.
The purple glow of the sticks turned to orange, and the TVA agents touched the guards, who promptly disintegrated into nothing.
Hiding behind the tree again, Loki was ready to run to find his father, but what the humans said stopped him.
Were they some sort of police? Here to arrest him for something he did? What could it be? What did the leader mean by pruning the branch? Could they be meaning to use that cylinder to destroy Asgard? If they were able to travel between timelines, did that mean they could do worse?
His mind raced with questions, but one thing was clear.
By the time he calls for help, it could be too late.
Commanding his shade to draw their attention, he started watching again.
"Looking for me?" his shade asked, standing out in the open with a smirk.
"There you are." The leader pointed his stick at the shade. "Surrender now and make this easy on yourself. We know all your tricks."
Loki prepared to attack since they were all kind enough to turn their backs but still wanted to learn more.
"My tricks?" The shade asked, arms crossed as the seidr began to flow.
"Your illusions can't fool us. Give up," the leader demanded as his subordinates spread out to surround the shade.
"Illusions? That's all?" the shade asked, and Loki raised an eyebrow. Did they think all he could do was illusions? Or rather, was that all his counterparts were capable of?
"Yeah," the blonde female said, bringing her stick higher, "what else?"
"Oh, I don't know," the shade said, bringing his palms together as his teeth flashed, one shared by the original, "something like this?"
The shade pushed the lightning through his fingers, and the time police did not have the time to react before the energy burned through their bodies.
All three fell down like puppets with their strings cut.
Loki commanded the shade to approach, watching for any sign to see if any survived the onslaught.
The leader twitched, somehow still alive, and muttered something.
"Go to hell."
An orange field began to spread beneath the man, and both Lokis stepped back as everything touched by the field disappeared.
He turned to run, but the line sped up, and the last thing he saw was the unknown energy consuming his body.
—
Loki gasped, springing out of his bed, ready to attack.
His eyes flickered around, searching for any sign of danger, but he was in the safety of his room.
What had just happened?
"My prince, the Allfather summons you for the spar," the servant called from outside the door, just as she had done that morning.
He didn't think it was just a nightmare.
—
In the next chapter:Rather than shapeshift the lightning as a whole, he shapeshifted the building blocks one at a time, and the effects were not what he expected.
The white color of the lightning turned a vibrant blue, and the chaotic arcs straightened. Fascinated by what was happening, his control slipped. Having no choice but to expel the seidr, Loki held his hands out and pushed the volatile attack.
The results were catastrophic.
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Chapter 3 - Seidr Accidents
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—
Asgard
Loki stood before his brother again on the morning of the same day.
"Begin," his father once again gave the order.
Thor's attacks were the same, just as everything had been so far, and knowing the pattern meant he could dodge them all, at least until Thor changed tactics.
It was best to let it progress the same way to avoid any accidents. Thor was known to abandon any restraint once frustrated, and he would rather not risk anything.
As the final swing came and his sword once again hit the ground, uselessly, Loki and Thor exchanged the same banter.
"My sons, both of you fought well," their father praised, his words and tone the same. The deja vu was jarring, especially since he knew he actually lived through this.
"Thank you, Father," both siblings said before Thor asked for permission to leave and spar with his friends.
"You have improved a lot, Loki," the Allfather praised, his words diverging from the first time, "as if you almost knew what Thor was going to do."
Loki guessed the God of War would easily figure that out, even if everything had played the same.
"I wouldn't have lost if I did," he excused himself. Winning was a hassle anyway.
"Perhaps, or perhaps you simply did not wish to be caught."
Ah, he was being accused of using seidr.
Looking at his father's one good eye, Loki wondered whether to tell him the truth or not. There was a chance the Allfather would think he was making excuses, and it would be even more troublesome than the truth.
"Would you believe me if I said I was living this day for the second time?" he asked. His father was old and had seen many things in his life.
He might have come across those TVA agents before.
"How so?" Odin asked, hand tightening around Gungnir.
Loki told him about his altercation with the TVA agents, how they erased two guards out of existence and were going to prune the whole branch, and their claims of knowing him in other timelines.
Whether Odin believed him or not wasn't clear, but he did seem to be taking the situation seriously.
"Did these intruders have a green gem with them?"
"Not that I could see." He shook his head, mentally writing down to look for a green gem related to time. "Their devices glowed purple and orange, however."
Odin stroked his beard, with a faraway look, "Perhaps you saw a vision of the future."
"Maybe, maybe not," he said.
It was unlikely, though; it was best to leave himself an opening to take in case this blew back.
"I shall have the gardens watched in any case," Odin said, leaving the training field without another word.
—
That day, Loki did not display his seidr again, as the Allfather was preoccupied with what he had told him. He didn't know anything about a green gem, but perhaps the library could shed a light on it while he waited for the time to see if those TVA agents would appear again.
The guards that were pruned, whatever that meant, were back in their post, unaware of anything, which meant the same could apply for the intruders.
He had so many questions and no answers or even a clue to track.
"My prince, it is time for lunch," the servant called once again just as Loki opened the door.
"Thank you," he said to the startled servant.
—
The lunch was the same, except for the conversation concerning his display of seidr. They were warned to take the visiting Ljosalfar seriously as princes of Asgard and were promptly sent to the library for their studies.
Which meant he had to repeat the same conversation to Thor so his brother would understand why they had to be there for the visiting envoys and leave him alone to study.
Though, as he had already read the book, Loki could afford to seek books on a green gem related to time.
"I can't believe we have to sit and listen while Father and the Ljosalfar talk," Thor grumbled, right on the clock.
Which meant it was time for Loki to give him the lesson on their station and the necessity to act in an appropriate manner.
Joy.
"Duties of a prince brother," he replied, going through the rows of books on anything related to a green gem that could potentially manipulate time.
"But you don't like it either."
"I don't. However, we are princes of Asgard, and just like everyone else, we have our duties. If we don't carry them out, do we deserve to be princes?" He asked, already knowing the answer Thor would reach.
"No?" his brother replied with the same wavering tone.
"We don't. The clothes we wear and the food we eat—it is all possible because our father is a good king. If he was not, then we wouldn't be here. Just as he is a good king, we must strive to be good princes," Loki summarized the previous incarnation of the speech to save himself time.
"I suppose you are right."
"Why are you not studying?" Thor asked, fiddling with the book in his hand, still stuck at the same page.
"I already read that book," Loki said, turning to his brother. "What about you?"
"It's boring."
Stopping himself from swearing, he just repeated himself again, "Just as gold would be worthless if everyone had a mountain of it, if everything in life was fun, then it wouldn't mean anything."
"Oh," Thor said in enlightenment, and Loki hoped that was the end of it.
"Is there a book you are searching for?"
"Not really, just looking for anything interesting," he waved Thor's concerns away.
He preferred to look through the books by himself.
—
The time had come, and Loki stood hidden in the garden, waiting to see if those intruders would show themselves once more.
Even his father had sent more than the usual number of guards to patrol the gardens, but by the time the sun set, there was no sign of the TVA.
Possibilities as to why they did not return eluded him, and he did not wish to stay there, conceiving theories. Leaving his shade to patrol the area, Loki returned to his room to sleep.
He wondered if the next day would come.
—
When his natural alarm clock woke him up, Loki was sure of it.
The day had not repeated itself again.
Meaning that the reset charge possibly was restricted to a single day, or the anomaly the agents mentioned had somehow disrupted it.
Remembering the conversation between the agents, it most likely meant that he was the anomaly. But exactly which part of him?
The mortal soul in the body of a Jotnar? Or the fact that his soul had been sent back in time?
He did not know, and not knowing made him restless.
—
Thor had proven to be better at football than expected. Brash or not, when it came to a competition and winning, his brother could actually create brilliant strategies to secure victory.
In fact, their football matches had become somewhat known among the people, and there were spectators in addition to new children looking to learn how to play football.
It had actually grown into a large enough community that Thor and Loki spent more time teaching others how to play than actually playing football.
Their father had even allocated them a field.
—
When the envoy of the Light Elves entered the golden halls of Asgard, there were three people.
Mekuta, the diplomat himself; his wife, Keleine; and their daughter, Runa, who was much older than Loki and Thor.
The diplomat and his family greeted the Allfather first, exchanging pleasantries and showing their respect as was custom, before moving to do the same to their mother, the Queen of Asgard, and lastly, the princes.
His brother had acted with the dignity and grace expected of him, and Loki assumed his words had had some effect.
The feast thrown for the arrival of the envoys was lavish, and as the Allfather conversed with Mekuta, Loki and Thor watched, learning.
He was there in person, having chosen to take the opportunity to mingle and clear his mind, rather than study more seidr. Loki had come to learn the importance of taking breaks and continuing his studies with a fresh perspective.
The Ljosalfar were not like the ethereal and graceful elves he had seen on television, though the memories were getting blurry these days. They were more like Asgardians, except for the long, pointy ears and the slender bodies.
So far, the conversation was about the usual relations between Asgard and Alfheim, trade, diplomatic exchanges, and recent events.
His brother was paying attention, though he had to stifle his yawns.
The Ljosalfar envoy introduced his daughter, Runa, who would learn diplomacy from him, and how talented she was in shapeshifting.
She had even demonstrated it, shapeshifting to her parents.
Loki did find it mildly interesting, mostly on how the Ljosalfar processed seidr.
"I heard Prince Thor is a prodigy with arms," Ambassador Mekuta said, finally turning the conversation around to include the siblings.
"Thank you for your kind words, Lord Mekuta," Thor replied, every word and act measured.
"They each master a core part of Asgard's existence," the Allfather explained, "Thor with his arms, and Loki with his seidr."
"Well, if the Allfather says so, I am sure both princes will make their names well known in the future," the ambassador said.
The rest of the feast thankfully did not include Loki or Thor, and the adults could carry on their business. They were not idle either, engaging in pointless conversations to pass the time.
Having sufficiently entertained, the Allfather gave one last speech, welcoming Metuka and his family to Asgard. Following the applause, the guests began to leave one by one.
Frigga ordered both boys to be taken to bed, and the day ended.
—
The following day, the Allfather called them to his workroom after breakfast, not that anyone except Thor was hungry from the feast the night before.
"My sons, you have both done well in greeting our guests," their father praised.
"Thor, I am gladdened to see you take your duties more seriously," Odin said, his tone warm but with an edge that carried a warning.
Thor bowed his head, a bright smile on his face. "Thank you, Father. Loki helped me understand why I need to carry out my duties more seriously."
"Is that so?" his father asked, but Loki shrugged. He just wanted Thor to stop bothering him, not earn praise.
He had more important things to do.
"What do you think about our new envoys?" the Allfather asked, showing that their test wasn't over yet.
"They are respectful and good at holding conversations," Thor said, adding the second part after thinking it over.
His father nodded, turning his head. "And you, Loki?"
"I think they will be here for a long time," Loki replied, which said all that needed to be said.
The reason the previous ambassador of Alfheim retired was due to old age, and this one would likely follow the same path.
"Good, you are dismissed; enjoy your day," he said, giving them the day off.
—
Loki looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had time to examine Runa's shapeshifting to see how other races of the Nine Realms used seidr. He could not examine the Jotnar, seeing as they refused to leave their world; the dwarves, while less isolationist, still did not leave Nidavellir unless it was important; the Midgardians did not have any individuals capable of using seidr; Muspelheim was out for obvious reasons; seidr practitioners of Vanaheim were similar to Asgard; and the rest of the realms were empty.
The worlds outside the Nine Realms did not present any options, so Alfheim and the Ljosalfar were his only options.
Runa's body was not set in one shape as theirs was; rather, she was like a fluid that could take many shapes with seidr. In that same vein, he should be able to replicate her shapeshifting to a degree.
His seidr spread to every inch of his body, matching the thrum of the seidr in Runa's body, and Loki felt it.
His bones, skin, and flesh stretched with a green light, and in his place stood the Allfather. Loki took a step back, realizing his right eye was blinded as well, and quickly dispelled the shapeshifting.
It was jarring to lose half his vision, but the shapeshifting was a success. Not that he would need it much, unless to prank or deceive someone.
Shapeshifting was niche, but he was more interested in the process than the ability.
Following that vein, perhaps the inner workings of shapeshifting could be used for more.
He could control lightning and was sure any seidr related to ice would come easily to him, but fire was not something he had any success in yet.
—
Finding an empty training ground was a simple matter of timing.
Standing before a training post, he created arcs of lighting between his palms, slowly applying the principles behind shapeshifting. He was too hasty, however, and the transmuted seidr destabilized, and the lightning fizzled to nothing.
Creating the arcs again, he applied shapeshifting, much slower this time. The lightning was in truth seidr manipulated to act like it. It was indistinguishable from real lightning, except for the components that created it.
Rather than shapeshift the lightning as a whole, he shapeshifted the building blocks one at a time, and the effects were not what he expected.
The white color of the lightning turned a vibrant blue, and the chaotic arcs straightened. Fascinated by what was happening, his control slipped. Having no choice but to expel the seidr, Loki held his hands out and pushed the volatile attack.
The results were catastrophic.
Several blue energy beams lashed out in straight lines, cutting the training post to smoldering pieces, and continued straight ahead, hitting the training armory. They were not deterred, cutting through the metal walls and the weapons inside, and would have done more damage had they not run out of power.
The armory shook for a second and came down with metal groaning in stress.
As if that wasn't enough, the flammable supplies inside caught fire, and Loki sighed.
He was in trouble.
Guards, having heard the commotion, came with weapons drawn, circling him to search for any potential intruders.
"My prince, are you well?" the captain asked, worried.
"Yes, yes, nothing to worry about," Loki waved his hand. "It's just a seidr training gone wrong. I am unharmed."
"That is relieving," the captain said, sheathing his sword. "However, we must inform the Allfather," he continued.
Loki nodded, knowing he had to take responsibility for his mishap. Even Thor hadn't done something as destructive as this, and he knew the Allfather would make him clean up the mess.
At least he could inspect the damage to see what his seidr had done, because that wasn't mere fire, but something more.
It excited him, and if he were able to control it, it would be quite the destructive spell.
—
In the next chapter:
Lying on his bed, Loki watched the ceiling of his room. The idea of having an overseer destroyed his will to practice seidr. Thor was off on another adventure, and he didn't have any friends.
Too bad Asgard didn't have gaming consoles or computer games to kill some time with.
Unless…
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—
Asgard
Loki stood before his brother again on the morning of the same day.
"Begin," his father once again gave the order.
Thor's attacks were the same, just as everything had been so far, and knowing the pattern meant he could dodge them all, at least until Thor changed tactics.
It was best to let it progress the same way to avoid any accidents. Thor was known to abandon any restraint once frustrated, and he would rather not risk anything.
As the final swing came and his sword once again hit the ground, uselessly, Loki and Thor exchanged the same banter.
"My sons, both of you fought well," their father praised, his words and tone the same. The deja vu was jarring, especially since he knew he actually lived through this.
"Thank you, Father," both siblings said before Thor asked for permission to leave and spar with his friends.
"You have improved a lot, Loki," the Allfather praised, his words diverging from the first time, "as if you almost knew what Thor was going to do."
Loki guessed the God of War would easily figure that out, even if everything had played the same.
"I wouldn't have lost if I did," he excused himself. Winning was a hassle anyway.
"Perhaps, or perhaps you simply did not wish to be caught."
Ah, he was being accused of using seidr.
Looking at his father's one good eye, Loki wondered whether to tell him the truth or not. There was a chance the Allfather would think he was making excuses, and it would be even more troublesome than the truth.
"Would you believe me if I said I was living this day for the second time?" he asked. His father was old and had seen many things in his life.
He might have come across those TVA agents before.
"How so?" Odin asked, hand tightening around Gungnir.
Loki told him about his altercation with the TVA agents, how they erased two guards out of existence and were going to prune the whole branch, and their claims of knowing him in other timelines.
Whether Odin believed him or not wasn't clear, but he did seem to be taking the situation seriously.
"Did these intruders have a green gem with them?"
"Not that I could see." He shook his head, mentally writing down to look for a green gem related to time. "Their devices glowed purple and orange, however."
Odin stroked his beard, with a faraway look, "Perhaps you saw a vision of the future."
"Maybe, maybe not," he said.
It was unlikely, though; it was best to leave himself an opening to take in case this blew back.
"I shall have the gardens watched in any case," Odin said, leaving the training field without another word.
—
That day, Loki did not display his seidr again, as the Allfather was preoccupied with what he had told him. He didn't know anything about a green gem, but perhaps the library could shed a light on it while he waited for the time to see if those TVA agents would appear again.
The guards that were pruned, whatever that meant, were back in their post, unaware of anything, which meant the same could apply for the intruders.
He had so many questions and no answers or even a clue to track.
"My prince, it is time for lunch," the servant called once again just as Loki opened the door.
"Thank you," he said to the startled servant.
—
The lunch was the same, except for the conversation concerning his display of seidr. They were warned to take the visiting Ljosalfar seriously as princes of Asgard and were promptly sent to the library for their studies.
Which meant he had to repeat the same conversation to Thor so his brother would understand why they had to be there for the visiting envoys and leave him alone to study.
Though, as he had already read the book, Loki could afford to seek books on a green gem related to time.
"I can't believe we have to sit and listen while Father and the Ljosalfar talk," Thor grumbled, right on the clock.
Which meant it was time for Loki to give him the lesson on their station and the necessity to act in an appropriate manner.
Joy.
"Duties of a prince brother," he replied, going through the rows of books on anything related to a green gem that could potentially manipulate time.
"But you don't like it either."
"I don't. However, we are princes of Asgard, and just like everyone else, we have our duties. If we don't carry them out, do we deserve to be princes?" He asked, already knowing the answer Thor would reach.
"No?" his brother replied with the same wavering tone.
"We don't. The clothes we wear and the food we eat—it is all possible because our father is a good king. If he was not, then we wouldn't be here. Just as he is a good king, we must strive to be good princes," Loki summarized the previous incarnation of the speech to save himself time.
"I suppose you are right."
"Why are you not studying?" Thor asked, fiddling with the book in his hand, still stuck at the same page.
"I already read that book," Loki said, turning to his brother. "What about you?"
"It's boring."
Stopping himself from swearing, he just repeated himself again, "Just as gold would be worthless if everyone had a mountain of it, if everything in life was fun, then it wouldn't mean anything."
"Oh," Thor said in enlightenment, and Loki hoped that was the end of it.
"Is there a book you are searching for?"
"Not really, just looking for anything interesting," he waved Thor's concerns away.
He preferred to look through the books by himself.
—
The time had come, and Loki stood hidden in the garden, waiting to see if those intruders would show themselves once more.
Even his father had sent more than the usual number of guards to patrol the gardens, but by the time the sun set, there was no sign of the TVA.
Possibilities as to why they did not return eluded him, and he did not wish to stay there, conceiving theories. Leaving his shade to patrol the area, Loki returned to his room to sleep.
He wondered if the next day would come.
—
When his natural alarm clock woke him up, Loki was sure of it.
The day had not repeated itself again.
Meaning that the reset charge possibly was restricted to a single day, or the anomaly the agents mentioned had somehow disrupted it.
Remembering the conversation between the agents, it most likely meant that he was the anomaly. But exactly which part of him?
The mortal soul in the body of a Jotnar? Or the fact that his soul had been sent back in time?
He did not know, and not knowing made him restless.
—
Thor had proven to be better at football than expected. Brash or not, when it came to a competition and winning, his brother could actually create brilliant strategies to secure victory.
In fact, their football matches had become somewhat known among the people, and there were spectators in addition to new children looking to learn how to play football.
It had actually grown into a large enough community that Thor and Loki spent more time teaching others how to play than actually playing football.
Their father had even allocated them a field.
—
When the envoy of the Light Elves entered the golden halls of Asgard, there were three people.
Mekuta, the diplomat himself; his wife, Keleine; and their daughter, Runa, who was much older than Loki and Thor.
The diplomat and his family greeted the Allfather first, exchanging pleasantries and showing their respect as was custom, before moving to do the same to their mother, the Queen of Asgard, and lastly, the princes.
His brother had acted with the dignity and grace expected of him, and Loki assumed his words had had some effect.
The feast thrown for the arrival of the envoys was lavish, and as the Allfather conversed with Mekuta, Loki and Thor watched, learning.
He was there in person, having chosen to take the opportunity to mingle and clear his mind, rather than study more seidr. Loki had come to learn the importance of taking breaks and continuing his studies with a fresh perspective.
The Ljosalfar were not like the ethereal and graceful elves he had seen on television, though the memories were getting blurry these days. They were more like Asgardians, except for the long, pointy ears and the slender bodies.
So far, the conversation was about the usual relations between Asgard and Alfheim, trade, diplomatic exchanges, and recent events.
His brother was paying attention, though he had to stifle his yawns.
The Ljosalfar envoy introduced his daughter, Runa, who would learn diplomacy from him, and how talented she was in shapeshifting.
She had even demonstrated it, shapeshifting to her parents.
Loki did find it mildly interesting, mostly on how the Ljosalfar processed seidr.
"I heard Prince Thor is a prodigy with arms," Ambassador Mekuta said, finally turning the conversation around to include the siblings.
"Thank you for your kind words, Lord Mekuta," Thor replied, every word and act measured.
"They each master a core part of Asgard's existence," the Allfather explained, "Thor with his arms, and Loki with his seidr."
"Well, if the Allfather says so, I am sure both princes will make their names well known in the future," the ambassador said.
The rest of the feast thankfully did not include Loki or Thor, and the adults could carry on their business. They were not idle either, engaging in pointless conversations to pass the time.
Having sufficiently entertained, the Allfather gave one last speech, welcoming Metuka and his family to Asgard. Following the applause, the guests began to leave one by one.
Frigga ordered both boys to be taken to bed, and the day ended.
—
The following day, the Allfather called them to his workroom after breakfast, not that anyone except Thor was hungry from the feast the night before.
"My sons, you have both done well in greeting our guests," their father praised.
"Thor, I am gladdened to see you take your duties more seriously," Odin said, his tone warm but with an edge that carried a warning.
Thor bowed his head, a bright smile on his face. "Thank you, Father. Loki helped me understand why I need to carry out my duties more seriously."
"Is that so?" his father asked, but Loki shrugged. He just wanted Thor to stop bothering him, not earn praise.
He had more important things to do.
"What do you think about our new envoys?" the Allfather asked, showing that their test wasn't over yet.
"They are respectful and good at holding conversations," Thor said, adding the second part after thinking it over.
His father nodded, turning his head. "And you, Loki?"
"I think they will be here for a long time," Loki replied, which said all that needed to be said.
The reason the previous ambassador of Alfheim retired was due to old age, and this one would likely follow the same path.
"Good, you are dismissed; enjoy your day," he said, giving them the day off.
—
Loki looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had time to examine Runa's shapeshifting to see how other races of the Nine Realms used seidr. He could not examine the Jotnar, seeing as they refused to leave their world; the dwarves, while less isolationist, still did not leave Nidavellir unless it was important; the Midgardians did not have any individuals capable of using seidr; Muspelheim was out for obvious reasons; seidr practitioners of Vanaheim were similar to Asgard; and the rest of the realms were empty.
The worlds outside the Nine Realms did not present any options, so Alfheim and the Ljosalfar were his only options.
Runa's body was not set in one shape as theirs was; rather, she was like a fluid that could take many shapes with seidr. In that same vein, he should be able to replicate her shapeshifting to a degree.
His seidr spread to every inch of his body, matching the thrum of the seidr in Runa's body, and Loki felt it.
His bones, skin, and flesh stretched with a green light, and in his place stood the Allfather. Loki took a step back, realizing his right eye was blinded as well, and quickly dispelled the shapeshifting.
It was jarring to lose half his vision, but the shapeshifting was a success. Not that he would need it much, unless to prank or deceive someone.
Shapeshifting was niche, but he was more interested in the process than the ability.
Following that vein, perhaps the inner workings of shapeshifting could be used for more.
He could control lightning and was sure any seidr related to ice would come easily to him, but fire was not something he had any success in yet.
—
Finding an empty training ground was a simple matter of timing.
Standing before a training post, he created arcs of lighting between his palms, slowly applying the principles behind shapeshifting. He was too hasty, however, and the transmuted seidr destabilized, and the lightning fizzled to nothing.
Creating the arcs again, he applied shapeshifting, much slower this time. The lightning was in truth seidr manipulated to act like it. It was indistinguishable from real lightning, except for the components that created it.
Rather than shapeshift the lightning as a whole, he shapeshifted the building blocks one at a time, and the effects were not what he expected.
The white color of the lightning turned a vibrant blue, and the chaotic arcs straightened. Fascinated by what was happening, his control slipped. Having no choice but to expel the seidr, Loki held his hands out and pushed the volatile attack.
The results were catastrophic.
Several blue energy beams lashed out in straight lines, cutting the training post to smoldering pieces, and continued straight ahead, hitting the training armory. They were not deterred, cutting through the metal walls and the weapons inside, and would have done more damage had they not run out of power.
The armory shook for a second and came down with metal groaning in stress.
As if that wasn't enough, the flammable supplies inside caught fire, and Loki sighed.
He was in trouble.
Guards, having heard the commotion, came with weapons drawn, circling him to search for any potential intruders.
"My prince, are you well?" the captain asked, worried.
"Yes, yes, nothing to worry about," Loki waved his hand. "It's just a seidr training gone wrong. I am unharmed."
"That is relieving," the captain said, sheathing his sword. "However, we must inform the Allfather," he continued.
Loki nodded, knowing he had to take responsibility for his mishap. Even Thor hadn't done something as destructive as this, and he knew the Allfather would make him clean up the mess.
At least he could inspect the damage to see what his seidr had done, because that wasn't mere fire, but something more.
It excited him, and if he were able to control it, it would be quite the destructive spell.
—
In the next chapter:
Lying on his bed, Loki watched the ceiling of his room. The idea of having an overseer destroyed his will to practice seidr. Thor was off on another adventure, and he didn't have any friends.
Too bad Asgard didn't have gaming consoles or computer games to kill some time with.
Unless…
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Chapter 4 - Games & Matches
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—
Asgard
Loki stood before the Allfather, head down.
"You destroyed an armory," his father said as a matter of fact, and he raised his head to look the Allfather in the eyes.
"By accident," he said, tone flat. It was not an excuse, and Loki would not lie about this matter.
His father harrumphed and said, "A costly one."
"I apologize." Loki bowed, not too deep, but not too light either. "It won't happen again," he promised. Next time, he would learn how to cast a barrier to avoid bringing down an armory, or worse.
"How did you even manage to cut through those walls?" Odin asked. Asgardian steel enchanted with seidr was not something a mere spell could harm, yet his son's accident had cut through those thick walls as if they didn't exist.
"I was trying to create fire but ended up with something more destructive," he explained. His father's eye became narrower at the mention of fire.
"Show me," Odin demanded, but his mother, who was watching so far away, intervened.
"Husband, are you sure? In your workroom?" Frigga queried.
Not that they couldn't contain Loki's magic.
"I am."
If his father wanted a demonstration, so be it. Lightning arcs flashed into life between his palms, and Loki applied the same principles. Once again, the arcs straightened, taking a vibrant blue color, though this time, he did not lose control.
"That is enough."
The beams lost their intensity and disappeared into nothingness as the seidr feed was cut off.
"While your seidr continues to impress, your destruction of an armory will not be ignored," Odin declared. "Your allowance will be cut in half to pay for the damages, and you are not allowed to practice seidr without oversight."
His punishment was decided, and this was rather light compared to what he expected, except for the overseer part.
"I understand, Father," he acknowledged. There was no sense in fighting it anyway.
"You may leave," the Allfather dismissed him, and Loki left without saying anything.
"Watch over him, my love, lest he cause more accidents," Odin requested after his son had closed the door.
Frigga smiled, grasping her husband's hand. "Loki is bright; he won't," she assured him.
—
Lying on his bed, Loki watched the ceiling of his room. The idea of having an overseer destroyed his will to practice seidr. Thor was off on another adventure, and he didn't have any friends.
Too bad Asgard didn't have gaming consoles or computer games to kill some time with.
Unless…
Asgard had computers, ones that worked with seidr, but they were mostly for business, whether medical or administrative. There were no video games or even any kind of entertainment on computers.
But he could change that with a computer.
—
As a prince, his every need was met. The allowance was just there if they ever wanted to visit the markets.
He had no reason to visit the markets, and his allowance so far had been gathering dust; losing half of the future amount for a couple of months would not affect him.
One problem he faced was that the computers could not be bought outright and had to be preordered since demand for them was low.
He splurged on it, requesting the best specifications for a computer that would easily fit in his room, and it would take two weeks for it to be ready.
To avoid having to explain the details of his ideas to his parents, he used the shapeshifting seidr he had acquired from watching the daughter of the Ljosalfar ambassador.
—
His overseer was none other than his mother, because their father did not trust the seidr practitioners in the court to be able to watch him.
He was flattered.
It gave him a chance to spend time with his mother, who usually was busy with courtly business, so he didn't have any complaints.
"Your affinity for seidr was great, but I will admit, I did not expect you to create something so destructive so young," Frigga said in that mixed way of hers, offering both praise and issuing a warning.
"Thank you, Mother."
"Care to teach your mother how you managed to create lightning so easily and your new spell?"
The corners of his lips lifted, and Loki nodded. The thought of teaching his mother made him feel something he could not explain.
"Creating lightning is simple," he started explaining, bringing his palms together. "When you compress seidr, the particles are forced together." With those words, he pulled his palms apart, and the lightning danced between his palms.
The rush it gave him would never fade.
"Would that not create fire?" Frigga asked. Unknown to her son, what he did was a known way to ignite seidr into flame.
Loki nodded. "That was my attempt as well, but it would not form for some reason," he explained.
His mother's smile wavered again. Really, if he did not know the truth, he might have misunderstood it as disapproval.
"I increased the amount, and the result was lightning," he continued the demonstration, making the lightning dance between his arms. As his control had increased, these parlor tricks became easier to perform.
"And your spell?" She asked to see how her son had created a dense plasma flow like that. Accident or not, it was a spell only a master of seidr could control.
Her son was not merely running through his education but had taken flight with wings of seidr.
"I applied the principles behind shapeshifting to the lightning to transform it to fire, but the particles reacted weirdly," he explained, transforming the lightning to blue beams. His current theory was that the energized particles broke into even smaller parts.
He created a sheath around the particles with the shapeshifting seidr, so to speak, and the particles stood together in a deadly beam rather than dispersing or exploding in his face.
That would have been horrible for him.
"I think my constitution makes me unable to create fire for some reason," he said, dismissing the beams. He was itching to test it on a target but was not allowed to for now.
"And I think your spell is more impressive than creating fire," she said, pinching his cheek, but another question raised its head: "How did you learn shapeshifting? Through experimenting again?"
Shapeshifting wasn't as dangerous as creating plasmic seidr, but it required greater understanding of the subject.
"No. I learned it after observing Runa, Ambassador Matuka's daughter."
Frigga's face betrayed her thoughts now, as she looked at her son with amused disbelief. To think he could replicate a complicated spell such as shapeshifting through mere observation.
—
"Brother, look what I have found," Thor exclaimed, thrusting his hand to Loki's face.
He couldn't even sit in his room without Thor barging in without permission.
"A garden snake, brother?" he huffed. It was amusing how his brother loved snakes when the myths claimed he would be killed by the largest of them all.
"At least it does not seem to be dangerous," he said. Not that any snake should have been close enough for his brother to find, but at least it was harmless.
Thor pulled his hand back, thankfully, rubbing the snake's head. "I am going to keep it in my room," he declared.
"Wonderful," he muttered. One of the servants would flip, and Thor would have to release the poor animal into the wild. Then, he would brood until the snake was forgotten.
Feeling the buzz over his wrist, Loki saw that it was time for him to go and take the computer and see what he could do with it.
"I shall leave you to your new pet, brother; I have an errand to run."
—
Shapeshifting to the form he had used to make the purchase, Loki covered it with a reflective layer and merely walked back to his room.
It was, of course, nothing like the computers of Earth. Two rods, curved in the middle, that when fed with seidr, created an orange holographic screen. Its specifications were off the charts compared to what Earth had, at least as far as he knew.
The device in his hands was advanced enough to do complex astrological calculations.
Placing it on his desk, Loki pushed the seidr into the device. A blank holographic screen appeared in the middle, ready for use.
Now, he needed to figure out how to create a video game.
—
It was harder than he thought and easier at the same time.
His seidr acted as a bridge, engraving his ideas into commands and imagination into images, creating a world inside the computer.
He started with something basic.
The Tetris.
When he created the image of a box in his head and fed the seidr to the computer, a box appeared on the screen. He continued by adding the timers, the score table, and the shapes, imagining how the squares disappeared once they formed a line, granting him a score.
A game like Tetris took him mere days to complete with the ease Asgardian computers provided.
Next, he wanted to create a shooter game.
Doom.
It proved to be problematic.
The commands were all over the place. When he switched weapons, the entire map switched. When one gun used bullets, all of them lost ammunition. His armor took the brunt of the damage, but it did not protect his health points.
Killing an enemy just made them invisible instead.
He quickly figured out imagining an enemy disappearing after its hit points were depleted did not read as nonfunctional.
Instead, the avatar was gone, but the enemy still remained.
Those parts required him to be more precise to avoid the confusion.
Between his lessons, tasks, and life, creating the pixelated Doom game took him months. Not a concern when your life span was around eight thousand years.
—
"Brother, what are you doing?" Thor, with a voice too loud for his age, entered his room without permission.
For the umpteenth time.
"Thor, remember to knock when you want to enter someone's room," he admonished, but it did not carry any heat. He didn't even turn to face his brother.
"But you are my brother," Thor whined.
"It does not mean you can just come in whenever you want," he said with a flat tone.
There was a dull thump, and Thor was sitting next to him, watching the screen. "What are you doing anyway?"
"Playing a game," he muttered.
Thor made a small sound of disapproval. "What game can you play on this machine?"
Loki's finger twitched, and he missed a shot as Fandral spoke, "I don't know, Thor; it does look interesting."
The level was nearing its end; the boss, a Baron of Hell, appeared on the screen as he rained fire on it.
"What is that?" Volstagg asked, leaning forward. Fandral and Sif followed him too, cluttering around Loki.
His eye twitched.
"It is called Doom, and I am controlling a fictional warrior to slay demons," he explained, almost cursing as his armor was gone.
"Can I try?" Thor requested, watching the blasts and explosions on the screen.
"Let me just finish this section," he grumbled, and the intruders in his room fell silent.
Giving his seat to Thor after killing the Baron, Loki proceeded to teach him how to play the game. Thor, however, with his lacking seidr knowledge, could not make use of the controls.
Considering proper seidr practitioners were rare, he didn't think many would be able to play games.
Unless he devised control mechanisms less reliant on seidr.
—
Going back to the place he bought the computer from, Loki met with the artisan to inquire if they possessed any devices that would allow a person who lacked the necessary seidr to control a computer.
They did not.
However, the artisan would be willing to fabricate a tool for it if Loki could bring him designs. He agreed, though he had no idea where to start.
—
While he was busy with the computer, Thor had managed to put together a tournament. There would be eight teams, and the victorious team would receive medals. Then, they would all come together in a feast.
His brother could achieve great things when he put his mind to it.
Loki would naturally play on his brother's team, because Thor wanted to win this tournament with him.
It had drawn a crowd larger than ever.
He suggested having seats built with their allowances so the spectators would have a place to sit. Each team would have their uniform with unique sigils and colors with names and numbers on the back.
His brother, in a moment of inspiration, suggested a uniform with a mix of gold and green. His ideas on sigils were less creative, leaving Loki to draw a white Valkyrie steed over the background.
Volstagg was on defense, Fandral was the right wing midfielder, Sif played with Thor as right and center strikers, and Loki was the center midfielder. A new friend they had found, Hogunn, was their goalkeeper, and the rest of the eleven-person team was filled with other Asgardians.
On the day of the first match, which would be him and Thor's team, the Valkyrie Strikers, against the Golden Guardsmen, a team brought together by the children of the palace guards.
Allfather had even brought the entire court to watch.
Healers stood on the side should it be necessary, neutral referees took their place, and with the king's encouragement of a fair game, the match started.
Their plan was simple. Loki was good at pinpoint shots, and Thor's speed was unmatched. Combined with Sif's agility, all he had to do was to time his shots to fall right on where his brother would be.
The opponent wasn't a slouch either, and they had a solid defense. The match took two hours since the Asgardians had more endurance than humans, and the score was three to two in their favor.
Three more matches were played, and in three days, Valkyrie Strikers would face Bifrost Runners.
—
The new friend Thor had made, Hogun, was a silent and contemplative individual, leading to him earning the nickname the Grim.
Loki found it quite senseless to give someone the alias "the Grim," but Hogun did not seem to mind. He was from Vanaheim and had arrived at the palace with his parents. It did not take Thor long to include the silent Vanir in his group and place him as their goalkeeper.
All in all, for someone that had mere days to learn how to play, he was good at football.
He did not particularly care beyond that.
The work on a control mechanism had to be postponed as Thor insisted they practice football, but every team had the same idea. In the interest of fairness, the field was divided into four sections with poles, giving four teams a day to train and a day to rest.
Their father, seeing how it was helping Thor take greater care in his studies to have more time to play, was quite lenient.
This was becoming a bigger event than what Loki had in mind.
An idea had been brought forward. The Bifrost Runners suggested that the teams be permitted to use seidr during the match. Their team consisted of Vanir members, who were well versed in seidr for their age.
Thor was hesitant at first since Loki was the only seidr practitioner, but he agreed once assured.
Rules were established to keep the match fair. Seidr could be used without harming or incapacitating the players. Illusions, boosts to strength and speed, and manipulating the ball's trajectory were accepted.
The Bifrost Runners were eager to play.
—
Fandral passed the ball to him, and Loki watched as three Vanir came at him. He smiled and split into three identical copies with three balls. All three ran, but two split to the left and right. Each Vanir player followed one, but to their surprise, all three Lokis disappeared.
He chuckled, alerting the goalkeeper to his presence, but before she could react, Loki kicked the ball in, scoring their first goal.
The Valkyrie Strikers' supporters cheered once they figured out how Loki tricked the opponents.
The Bifrost Runners realized this match wouldn't be so simple.
The Valkyrie Strikers won 5-2, and the final match against the Blue Dragons was just as easy, ending with a score of 3-0. The medals were given by the Allfather, and all eight teams came together for the feast.
---
Notes: I added the last part recently because there is going to be a time skip. There is a thousand year long timeframe until the coronation, and the whole matter with the football and the games were to give you the starting point which would change Asgard in the centuries to come. White I believe it is an interesting idea, not many would want to watch seidr football matches or e-sport in Asgard when Loki could be traversing the galaxy.
—
In the next chapter:
"I am Thor, son of Odin. In the name of the Allfather, surrender," his brother demanded, standing at the front of the soldiers.
The brigands, a mismatch of individuals dressed in coarse furs and leather, only gripped their weapons tighter. One of them, a rugged Nornheimer with a long, unkempt beard and hair, attacked Thor, brandishing a double-sided axe.
His brother blinked and slammed Mjolnir to the brigand's face. He went flying over the Einherjar, dead before impact.
"Or fight; that sounds more fun to me," Thor smirked, resting Mjolnir on his palm.
The brigands dropped their weapons one by one and knelt.
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Loki: The God of Magic , an OC-SI into Loki who is not aware of the MCU, is 5 chapters ahead.
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Note: Apple store payments will be refunded, because of the company's 75 day hold policy.
—
Asgard
Loki stood before the Allfather, head down.
"You destroyed an armory," his father said as a matter of fact, and he raised his head to look the Allfather in the eyes.
"By accident," he said, tone flat. It was not an excuse, and Loki would not lie about this matter.
His father harrumphed and said, "A costly one."
"I apologize." Loki bowed, not too deep, but not too light either. "It won't happen again," he promised. Next time, he would learn how to cast a barrier to avoid bringing down an armory, or worse.
"How did you even manage to cut through those walls?" Odin asked. Asgardian steel enchanted with seidr was not something a mere spell could harm, yet his son's accident had cut through those thick walls as if they didn't exist.
"I was trying to create fire but ended up with something more destructive," he explained. His father's eye became narrower at the mention of fire.
"Show me," Odin demanded, but his mother, who was watching so far away, intervened.
"Husband, are you sure? In your workroom?" Frigga queried.
Not that they couldn't contain Loki's magic.
"I am."
If his father wanted a demonstration, so be it. Lightning arcs flashed into life between his palms, and Loki applied the same principles. Once again, the arcs straightened, taking a vibrant blue color, though this time, he did not lose control.
"That is enough."
The beams lost their intensity and disappeared into nothingness as the seidr feed was cut off.
"While your seidr continues to impress, your destruction of an armory will not be ignored," Odin declared. "Your allowance will be cut in half to pay for the damages, and you are not allowed to practice seidr without oversight."
His punishment was decided, and this was rather light compared to what he expected, except for the overseer part.
"I understand, Father," he acknowledged. There was no sense in fighting it anyway.
"You may leave," the Allfather dismissed him, and Loki left without saying anything.
"Watch over him, my love, lest he cause more accidents," Odin requested after his son had closed the door.
Frigga smiled, grasping her husband's hand. "Loki is bright; he won't," she assured him.
—
Lying on his bed, Loki watched the ceiling of his room. The idea of having an overseer destroyed his will to practice seidr. Thor was off on another adventure, and he didn't have any friends.
Too bad Asgard didn't have gaming consoles or computer games to kill some time with.
Unless…
Asgard had computers, ones that worked with seidr, but they were mostly for business, whether medical or administrative. There were no video games or even any kind of entertainment on computers.
But he could change that with a computer.
—
As a prince, his every need was met. The allowance was just there if they ever wanted to visit the markets.
He had no reason to visit the markets, and his allowance so far had been gathering dust; losing half of the future amount for a couple of months would not affect him.
One problem he faced was that the computers could not be bought outright and had to be preordered since demand for them was low.
He splurged on it, requesting the best specifications for a computer that would easily fit in his room, and it would take two weeks for it to be ready.
To avoid having to explain the details of his ideas to his parents, he used the shapeshifting seidr he had acquired from watching the daughter of the Ljosalfar ambassador.
—
His overseer was none other than his mother, because their father did not trust the seidr practitioners in the court to be able to watch him.
He was flattered.
It gave him a chance to spend time with his mother, who usually was busy with courtly business, so he didn't have any complaints.
"Your affinity for seidr was great, but I will admit, I did not expect you to create something so destructive so young," Frigga said in that mixed way of hers, offering both praise and issuing a warning.
"Thank you, Mother."
"Care to teach your mother how you managed to create lightning so easily and your new spell?"
The corners of his lips lifted, and Loki nodded. The thought of teaching his mother made him feel something he could not explain.
"Creating lightning is simple," he started explaining, bringing his palms together. "When you compress seidr, the particles are forced together." With those words, he pulled his palms apart, and the lightning danced between his palms.
The rush it gave him would never fade.
"Would that not create fire?" Frigga asked. Unknown to her son, what he did was a known way to ignite seidr into flame.
Loki nodded. "That was my attempt as well, but it would not form for some reason," he explained.
His mother's smile wavered again. Really, if he did not know the truth, he might have misunderstood it as disapproval.
"I increased the amount, and the result was lightning," he continued the demonstration, making the lightning dance between his arms. As his control had increased, these parlor tricks became easier to perform.
"And your spell?" She asked to see how her son had created a dense plasma flow like that. Accident or not, it was a spell only a master of seidr could control.
Her son was not merely running through his education but had taken flight with wings of seidr.
"I applied the principles behind shapeshifting to the lightning to transform it to fire, but the particles reacted weirdly," he explained, transforming the lightning to blue beams. His current theory was that the energized particles broke into even smaller parts.
He created a sheath around the particles with the shapeshifting seidr, so to speak, and the particles stood together in a deadly beam rather than dispersing or exploding in his face.
That would have been horrible for him.
"I think my constitution makes me unable to create fire for some reason," he said, dismissing the beams. He was itching to test it on a target but was not allowed to for now.
"And I think your spell is more impressive than creating fire," she said, pinching his cheek, but another question raised its head: "How did you learn shapeshifting? Through experimenting again?"
Shapeshifting wasn't as dangerous as creating plasmic seidr, but it required greater understanding of the subject.
"No. I learned it after observing Runa, Ambassador Matuka's daughter."
Frigga's face betrayed her thoughts now, as she looked at her son with amused disbelief. To think he could replicate a complicated spell such as shapeshifting through mere observation.
—
"Brother, look what I have found," Thor exclaimed, thrusting his hand to Loki's face.
He couldn't even sit in his room without Thor barging in without permission.
"A garden snake, brother?" he huffed. It was amusing how his brother loved snakes when the myths claimed he would be killed by the largest of them all.
"At least it does not seem to be dangerous," he said. Not that any snake should have been close enough for his brother to find, but at least it was harmless.
Thor pulled his hand back, thankfully, rubbing the snake's head. "I am going to keep it in my room," he declared.
"Wonderful," he muttered. One of the servants would flip, and Thor would have to release the poor animal into the wild. Then, he would brood until the snake was forgotten.
Feeling the buzz over his wrist, Loki saw that it was time for him to go and take the computer and see what he could do with it.
"I shall leave you to your new pet, brother; I have an errand to run."
—
Shapeshifting to the form he had used to make the purchase, Loki covered it with a reflective layer and merely walked back to his room.
It was, of course, nothing like the computers of Earth. Two rods, curved in the middle, that when fed with seidr, created an orange holographic screen. Its specifications were off the charts compared to what Earth had, at least as far as he knew.
The device in his hands was advanced enough to do complex astrological calculations.
Placing it on his desk, Loki pushed the seidr into the device. A blank holographic screen appeared in the middle, ready for use.
Now, he needed to figure out how to create a video game.
—
It was harder than he thought and easier at the same time.
His seidr acted as a bridge, engraving his ideas into commands and imagination into images, creating a world inside the computer.
He started with something basic.
The Tetris.
When he created the image of a box in his head and fed the seidr to the computer, a box appeared on the screen. He continued by adding the timers, the score table, and the shapes, imagining how the squares disappeared once they formed a line, granting him a score.
A game like Tetris took him mere days to complete with the ease Asgardian computers provided.
Next, he wanted to create a shooter game.
Doom.
It proved to be problematic.
The commands were all over the place. When he switched weapons, the entire map switched. When one gun used bullets, all of them lost ammunition. His armor took the brunt of the damage, but it did not protect his health points.
Killing an enemy just made them invisible instead.
He quickly figured out imagining an enemy disappearing after its hit points were depleted did not read as nonfunctional.
Instead, the avatar was gone, but the enemy still remained.
Those parts required him to be more precise to avoid the confusion.
Between his lessons, tasks, and life, creating the pixelated Doom game took him months. Not a concern when your life span was around eight thousand years.
—
"Brother, what are you doing?" Thor, with a voice too loud for his age, entered his room without permission.
For the umpteenth time.
"Thor, remember to knock when you want to enter someone's room," he admonished, but it did not carry any heat. He didn't even turn to face his brother.
"But you are my brother," Thor whined.
"It does not mean you can just come in whenever you want," he said with a flat tone.
There was a dull thump, and Thor was sitting next to him, watching the screen. "What are you doing anyway?"
"Playing a game," he muttered.
Thor made a small sound of disapproval. "What game can you play on this machine?"
Loki's finger twitched, and he missed a shot as Fandral spoke, "I don't know, Thor; it does look interesting."
The level was nearing its end; the boss, a Baron of Hell, appeared on the screen as he rained fire on it.
"What is that?" Volstagg asked, leaning forward. Fandral and Sif followed him too, cluttering around Loki.
His eye twitched.
"It is called Doom, and I am controlling a fictional warrior to slay demons," he explained, almost cursing as his armor was gone.
"Can I try?" Thor requested, watching the blasts and explosions on the screen.
"Let me just finish this section," he grumbled, and the intruders in his room fell silent.
Giving his seat to Thor after killing the Baron, Loki proceeded to teach him how to play the game. Thor, however, with his lacking seidr knowledge, could not make use of the controls.
Considering proper seidr practitioners were rare, he didn't think many would be able to play games.
Unless he devised control mechanisms less reliant on seidr.
—
Going back to the place he bought the computer from, Loki met with the artisan to inquire if they possessed any devices that would allow a person who lacked the necessary seidr to control a computer.
They did not.
However, the artisan would be willing to fabricate a tool for it if Loki could bring him designs. He agreed, though he had no idea where to start.
—
While he was busy with the computer, Thor had managed to put together a tournament. There would be eight teams, and the victorious team would receive medals. Then, they would all come together in a feast.
His brother could achieve great things when he put his mind to it.
Loki would naturally play on his brother's team, because Thor wanted to win this tournament with him.
It had drawn a crowd larger than ever.
He suggested having seats built with their allowances so the spectators would have a place to sit. Each team would have their uniform with unique sigils and colors with names and numbers on the back.
His brother, in a moment of inspiration, suggested a uniform with a mix of gold and green. His ideas on sigils were less creative, leaving Loki to draw a white Valkyrie steed over the background.
Volstagg was on defense, Fandral was the right wing midfielder, Sif played with Thor as right and center strikers, and Loki was the center midfielder. A new friend they had found, Hogunn, was their goalkeeper, and the rest of the eleven-person team was filled with other Asgardians.
On the day of the first match, which would be him and Thor's team, the Valkyrie Strikers, against the Golden Guardsmen, a team brought together by the children of the palace guards.
Allfather had even brought the entire court to watch.
Healers stood on the side should it be necessary, neutral referees took their place, and with the king's encouragement of a fair game, the match started.
Their plan was simple. Loki was good at pinpoint shots, and Thor's speed was unmatched. Combined with Sif's agility, all he had to do was to time his shots to fall right on where his brother would be.
The opponent wasn't a slouch either, and they had a solid defense. The match took two hours since the Asgardians had more endurance than humans, and the score was three to two in their favor.
Three more matches were played, and in three days, Valkyrie Strikers would face Bifrost Runners.
—
The new friend Thor had made, Hogun, was a silent and contemplative individual, leading to him earning the nickname the Grim.
Loki found it quite senseless to give someone the alias "the Grim," but Hogun did not seem to mind. He was from Vanaheim and had arrived at the palace with his parents. It did not take Thor long to include the silent Vanir in his group and place him as their goalkeeper.
All in all, for someone that had mere days to learn how to play, he was good at football.
He did not particularly care beyond that.
The work on a control mechanism had to be postponed as Thor insisted they practice football, but every team had the same idea. In the interest of fairness, the field was divided into four sections with poles, giving four teams a day to train and a day to rest.
Their father, seeing how it was helping Thor take greater care in his studies to have more time to play, was quite lenient.
This was becoming a bigger event than what Loki had in mind.
An idea had been brought forward. The Bifrost Runners suggested that the teams be permitted to use seidr during the match. Their team consisted of Vanir members, who were well versed in seidr for their age.
Thor was hesitant at first since Loki was the only seidr practitioner, but he agreed once assured.
Rules were established to keep the match fair. Seidr could be used without harming or incapacitating the players. Illusions, boosts to strength and speed, and manipulating the ball's trajectory were accepted.
The Bifrost Runners were eager to play.
—
Fandral passed the ball to him, and Loki watched as three Vanir came at him. He smiled and split into three identical copies with three balls. All three ran, but two split to the left and right. Each Vanir player followed one, but to their surprise, all three Lokis disappeared.
He chuckled, alerting the goalkeeper to his presence, but before she could react, Loki kicked the ball in, scoring their first goal.
The Valkyrie Strikers' supporters cheered once they figured out how Loki tricked the opponents.
The Bifrost Runners realized this match wouldn't be so simple.
The Valkyrie Strikers won 5-2, and the final match against the Blue Dragons was just as easy, ending with a score of 3-0. The medals were given by the Allfather, and all eight teams came together for the feast.
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Notes: I added the last part recently because there is going to be a time skip. There is a thousand year long timeframe until the coronation, and the whole matter with the football and the games were to give you the starting point which would change Asgard in the centuries to come. White I believe it is an interesting idea, not many would want to watch seidr football matches or e-sport in Asgard when Loki could be traversing the galaxy.
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"I am Thor, son of Odin. In the name of the Allfather, surrender," his brother demanded, standing at the front of the soldiers.
The brigands, a mismatch of individuals dressed in coarse furs and leather, only gripped their weapons tighter. One of them, a rugged Nornheimer with a long, unkempt beard and hair, attacked Thor, brandishing a double-sided axe.
His brother blinked and slammed Mjolnir to the brigand's face. He went flying over the Einherjar, dead before impact.
"Or fight; that sounds more fun to me," Thor smirked, resting Mjolnir on his palm.
The brigands dropped their weapons one by one and knelt.
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Asgard
1075 A.D.
Loki woke up with a yawn, stretching on his bed.
Today was a grand day. His brother would be receiving Mjolnir, the legendary hammer forged in the heart of Nidavellir from the equally legendary Uru metal. As the God of Thunder, Thor's control over his powers required a focus, and what better than Mjolnir?
He just wanted the ceremony to be over to continue his studies.
The bathtub was filled with warm water with the wave of a hand, and Loki sat down, enjoying the warmth it offered. A weird thing to say for a Jotun.
Clean and dried, clothes flowed out of the cabinet, and Loki was ready for the day. He didn't need any servants to do his chores, since it gave him small opportunities to practice seidr.
Walking through the halls, he finally found Thor, who was surrounded by Lady Sif and the Warriors Three.
"Brother, there you are," Thor greeted him, his heavy hand landing on his shoulder.
"Thor, ready for the big day?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Of course I am."
"Just checking, brother."
"Loki, will the Allfather give you a weapon as well?" Sif opened her mouth. Loki didn't think she did it out of malice, but her intentions did not make her any less irritating.
"What for?" he said. "I don't need a focus for my seidr."
"It is a matter of prestige, brother, to have a weapon worthy of a warrior," his brother said. He could see that Thor was restless, as expected, and decided not to lower his morale with needling comments.
"If I ever need or want a weapon, I can always make one for myself," he said. "Though, I think it would just gather dust in my room." Loki had considered acquiring a weapon for himself, but his seidr was extremely deadly. A weapon would just be for show, not worth the trouble.
Thor shook his head. "You and your seidr."
"I am sorry, whose seidr was vital in winning twenty championships?" Loki asked, putting his open hand behind his ear to hear the amused responses of "yours."
"At any rate, there is only Mjolnir and Gungnir. A hammer isn't my style, and Gungnir is too seidr hungry for anyone else other than Father," he reasoned. The spear of Allfather was even better than Mjolnir, but ultimately unnecessary for him.
"I'll take your word on that," Thor said, patting him on the shoulder again.
Servants informed them it was time, and the group made their way to the throne room.
—
The ceremony would be taking place in the throne room. Warriors, ambassadors, and other people of great importance were gathered inside, waiting.
The Allfather was on his throne, with his queen waiting down at the stairs. Loki swiftly positioned himself beside her, accompanied by Lady Sif. The Warriors Three were arrayed on the opposite side, smiling.
Thor walked through the door, raising his fist to the applauding crowd. It devolved into a show, with him fanning the crowd's jubilation.
Loki's palms itched.
He was so close to creating a spell that would stop Bifrost from being a necessity for him. Each second Thor dragged out the ceremony, his considerable patience was waning.
The Allfather slammed his spear on the floor, silencing the whole room in an instant.
"My king," Thor said, kneeling before the throne, waiting.
"Rise, my son," Odin ordered, his voice carrying across the room. He got up, with his wife following, holding the cushion carrying the Mjolnir.
His father was dressed in his armor, a sight only possible in ceremonies and celebrations. His mother, on the other hand, was dazzling, dressed in a golden gown adorned with countless jewels fitting the most powerful female in the Nine Realms.
"You have proven to be a valiant and just warrior and must have a fitting weapon," his father declared. "Mjolnir has unmatched potential in destruction, as well as creation," he continued.
Though, the weapon's history confused Loki. It was locked away in the vaults but was mentioned in history texts. When he asked the Allfather if Mjolnir had a previous user, he had said no.
Then why did Odin see the need to have this weapon forged? Perhaps he had seen a vision of the future and knew it would fit his son and heir?
Over a century, he had come to understand that the Allfather hid a lot. Not because he discovered any secret knowledge, but due to the small discrepancies in history.
What they were, he could not be certain, however.
"Do you swear to use your strength to defend the Nine Realms?" the Allfather asked, all ceremonious now.
"I swear," Thor responded, waiting for the weight of the question to settle.
"Do you swear to carry this weapon with honor and pride?" his father asked once more, and Thor responded much the same, "I swear."
"Then, in my name as Odin Allfather, I grant you Mjolnir," Odin proclaimed.
Mjolnir rose from the cushion and floated to Thor. His brother raised his hand, deliberately slow, and grasped the handle, raising the mighty weapon up.
The silenced crowd cheered once again, chanting Thor's name.
He smiled, happy for his brother but also that this ordeal would be over quickly.
"Your first task is to travel to Nornheim," the Allfather informed Thor. "Brigands have been seen, threatening a world under Asgard's protection."
A weapon like Mjolnir and a first task outside Asgard on the same day? Their parents must have planned this in advance.
"You will be given the command of a company of Einherjar and may take any companion you wish," Odin added.
Given his first military command too? This was certainly a day of many firsts.
"My brother, Loki, along with Lady Sif and the Warriors Three," he said without asking for anyone's opinion.
His smile fell at being mentioned, and he looked at Thor, shaking his head. His research was already delayed because of the ceremony. A quest to defend Nornheim would only make it worse.
Thor had his new fancy weapon; he should be able to handle everything without him.
However, his brother only grinned, misunderstanding the urgency in his eyes.
Loki felt like face-palming.
—
"You don't seem happy, brother," Thor said to him.
Loki's flat smile and tight jaw must have given him away. "I was about to achieve something great, and now, I am being dragged to Nornheim," he said with an accusatory voice.
The first realm he wanted to visit certainly wouldn't be Nornheim.
"You can always achieve that great thing later, Loki, but I want to go and fight shoulder to shoulder with my brother," Thor said, giving his shoulder a squeeze.
The warmth in his brother's voice made him finally relent.
"Let us just finish this swiftly and return home," he said. The enemy were just brigands; they shouldn't take long to dispose of.
"Very well."
—
Thor, Loki, Lady Sif, and the Warriors Three gathered before Heimdall with a hundred of the finest Einherjar, ready to travel to Nornheim. The Allfather had already prepared supplies and the soldiers for ease of travel, and they could leave mere hours after the ceremony.
"Hail, Heimdall," Thor greeted the Gatekeeper of Asgard. Loki found him to be an intriguing person in lieu of his seidr.
The power to see and hear all that was happening across the Nine Realms, unless they were hidden with seidr, was one of the reasons Asgard reigned supreme.
"My prince, congratulations," the Gatekeeper said, bowing slightly. "Mjolnir is a weapon fit for a warrior like you."
"My thanks, Heimdall. The Allfather tasked me to put an end to the brigands in Nornheim."
"I am aware. Be on your guard, my prince; these brigands are numerous," Heimdall warned. They could ask for more information, but Thor had a different idea in mind.
His brother chuckled, palm on the handle of his new weapon. "You don't believe they are a match for us, do you?"
"Caution is never misplaced, my prince," Heimdal said, pressing his sword into the Bifrost, and the mechanism flared to life.
Gears shifted, and a portal glowing with the colors of a rainbow opened.
"Forward," Thor called out, gesturing with Mjolnir.
Loki followed him wordlessly, his face blank like the skies of Nornheim.
Sometimes, he hated how thoughtless Thor could be.
—
Nornheim, in his most royal opinion, sucked.
It was a medieval place, with towns and villages of wood and stone, inhabited by Asgardian-looking mortals. Their lives were usually peaceful under Asgard's protection, but every now and then, a band of brigands would appear.
The only good part he found was the scenery. Asgard, being a planetoid, was limited in size, but Nornheim had greenery as far as the eye could see.
They landed in the middle of the village, in an opening prepared specifically for Bifrost. A Nornheimer, dressed much cleaner than his guards and fellow villagers, rushed to greet them.
He was old, with graying hair, nut-brown eyes, and a wrinkled face.
"Hail, I am Thor, son of Odin," Thor declared, and the poor Nornheimer's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"My prince, you honor us," he said, attempting to bow deeply, but his brother stopped the old man.
"Rise and speak, good fellow."
"I am Chief Urd. Please, this way, we can speak inside," the chief gestured.
Thor nodded, ordering the Einherjar to disperse and assume defensive positions across the village.
During the short walk, he inspected the village. It was rather orderly, with a well-paved and wide road going through the middle. Side roads branched between houses, mostly two stories tall.
Going by the size, the population was at least half a thousand.
The longhouse of the chief, built over a small hill, was at the end of the road.
They were taken inside and seated before a map. The place reminded him of Viking halls, though, seeing as they saw Asgard as their protectors, it wasn't far off.
"The brigands have clashed with our guards at the north and the south," Urd said, pointing at the parts in the tattered brown map. "The attackers on the north were more numerous, and our scouts found trails. There is a clearing in the forest; we believe they might be camping there."
Thor looked at Loki, a silent request, and with a wave of his hand, a colored holographic map rose over the original. The chief was taken aback, as were the people around him, but they continued regardless.
Loki enlarged the map, creating axe-brandishing figurines to mark the brigands on the indicated parts in red color.
"What are their numbers?" Thor asked, examining the map. It wasn't very detailed, but it still gave him a general location of important places.
"We are unsure, but twenty on the south, twice on the north at the least," Urd responded.
The indicated numbers, with question marks on top, appeared over the hostile signs.
"Thor, what is our plan?" Sif asked.
"Brother, I want you to scout where those brigands have assaulted. Get a clearer sighting on their numbers and location," Thor said.
Two ravens were conjured on Loki's palms, flying out of the window to scout the locations. He watched through their eyes and touched the middle of the map. The rough images quickly became clearer, giving them a more precise map.
"I shall admit, brother, I kind of expected you to rush ahead and assault the brigands," he winked.
Though, perhaps it wasn't such a terrible idea to find and destroy the brigands immediately.
"Please, the last time I did that, we lost the quarter finals in Realms of Valor."
"Ah, yes, that was amusing," he said with a smile. Conjuring a small screen, he rewatched Thor's avatar being surrounded and destroyed by the enemy.
His brother huffed, not sharing Loki's feelings.
The map continued to expand as they waited, and when the ravens reached the enemy, he conjured two more screens. The visual was then relayed through him so everyone could watch.
"Your abilities never cease to amaze, brother," the God of Thunder said.
Down in the south, the enemy had camped around a cave at the base of the mountain. Their numbers were certainly much higher than a mere twenty. There were also the ones that entered and left the cave.
He counted close to a hundred brigands there.
The north was much worse. Fifty or so were camping in an opening across a wide and raging river, but there were four camps around it. They were far enough to be out of sight but close enough to surround the clearing from all sides.
The only option left for any attackers would be to take their chances with the river.
"A trap to surround any attacking force. These brigands are not fools," Fandral said, grinning. It would be no fun otherwise.
"But they are no match for us and a hundred Einherjar," declared Volstagg.
"Indeed."
"We should assault the southern encampment first," spoke Hogun, gesturing to the cave on the edge of the map. "Destroy the smaller force and turn our attention north."
"That was my thinking as well," Thor agreed. They could even take prisoners and learn where the brigands had arrived from.
Sif, however, raised an interesting point: "If the enemy retreats inside the cave, the battle could turn in their favor."
Assaulting a cave where the enemy had the advantage would most definitely result in unnecessary losses.
"We draw them all out then," said Thor, a growing smile on his face.
"How?" Hogun asked. The enemy
Thor turned to Loki and said, "Brother, do you remember how we fooled the Ljosalfar that visited Asgard for the festival?"
He snorted, remembering that day, "Ah, I see."
"Thor, please, that is not a proper battle plan," Sif begged. She too was a witness of that little incident and wanted to murder the siblings for it.
Thor and Loki just grinned more.
—
The cave was a day away from the village by foot. Some considered the idea of requesting horses, but Thor was all too happy to march.
The attack plan was simple. The brigands would be distracted and drawn out of the cave. The Einherjar would be waiting to surround them to demand surrender. If not, the warriors of Asgard were all too ready to solve the issue with force.
Before they left, the guards of the village were positioned to the north in case there was an attack; they would resist long enough.
Loki's surveillance of the brigands had shown that they were not gearing up for an assault, but it was best to be ready for anything.
He still had the conjured map, and they could take the straightest path.
There weren't proper roads to either of the camps, only to the west where a town lay. It made the march all the more challenging.
"Isn't this great, brother? You and I, fighting together," Thor said.
They were sitting near a lake while the Einherjar set up camp.
"It does feel relaxing to be out in nature like this," Loki admitted, throwing another piece of bread to the fish in the lake.
Tall, green trees, the chirping birds, the crystal-clear lake, and the soft grass—it all was very serene and helped him keep a clear mind.
Thor laid back down, watching the sky. "If only our enemy were more challenging," he said wistfully.
"Like?" Loki wondered which enemy his brother had in mind.
"Like the Jotnar."
"I thought we had this conversation about not starting a war with them?" he asked. They were, what, eight years old? He clearly remembered telling his brother the real reason behind the history lesson Odin had given that day.
"I am not saying we should go and fight the Jotnar," Thor clarified. "I only wish that our enemy could challenge us."
Of course Thor would want to fight an enemy worthy of Mjolnir.
"How about you take the brigands all by yourself? Would that be a challenge enough?" he offered. Thor could do that, he was sure, though there would be some scratches.
"And leave the rest of you out? I am not so selfish, brother," Thor replied.
Loki shook his head, though a smile crept on his face.
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Notes: There is no information about Nornheim in the MCU, though it was mentioned a couple of times, especially between Thor and Loki about being surrounded by a large enemy force. As such, this is a rather unknown territory that I am adding as we go.
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Their companions were about to leave to rest, but his brother saw Lady Sif's slumped shoulders. "Sif, don't tell me you are still sour over our tactics. It worked wonderfully," he said.
"I think she is angry for a different reason," Loki suggested, smirking.
This would be fun.
"What would it be?" his brother asked, head tilted.
He conjured the bait again, the one with milky skin and melon-sized assets. "I mean these conjurations, they are rather comely, aren't they? Lady Sif, for all that she is a great warrior, is rather lacking in certain areas," he said, winking at Thor.
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Asgard
1075 A.D.
Loki woke up with a yawn, stretching on his bed.
Today was a grand day. His brother would be receiving Mjolnir, the legendary hammer forged in the heart of Nidavellir from the equally legendary Uru metal. As the God of Thunder, Thor's control over his powers required a focus, and what better than Mjolnir?
He just wanted the ceremony to be over to continue his studies.
The bathtub was filled with warm water with the wave of a hand, and Loki sat down, enjoying the warmth it offered. A weird thing to say for a Jotun.
Clean and dried, clothes flowed out of the cabinet, and Loki was ready for the day. He didn't need any servants to do his chores, since it gave him small opportunities to practice seidr.
Walking through the halls, he finally found Thor, who was surrounded by Lady Sif and the Warriors Three.
"Brother, there you are," Thor greeted him, his heavy hand landing on his shoulder.
"Thor, ready for the big day?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Of course I am."
"Just checking, brother."
"Loki, will the Allfather give you a weapon as well?" Sif opened her mouth. Loki didn't think she did it out of malice, but her intentions did not make her any less irritating.
"What for?" he said. "I don't need a focus for my seidr."
"It is a matter of prestige, brother, to have a weapon worthy of a warrior," his brother said. He could see that Thor was restless, as expected, and decided not to lower his morale with needling comments.
"If I ever need or want a weapon, I can always make one for myself," he said. "Though, I think it would just gather dust in my room." Loki had considered acquiring a weapon for himself, but his seidr was extremely deadly. A weapon would just be for show, not worth the trouble.
Thor shook his head. "You and your seidr."
"I am sorry, whose seidr was vital in winning twenty championships?" Loki asked, putting his open hand behind his ear to hear the amused responses of "yours."
"At any rate, there is only Mjolnir and Gungnir. A hammer isn't my style, and Gungnir is too seidr hungry for anyone else other than Father," he reasoned. The spear of Allfather was even better than Mjolnir, but ultimately unnecessary for him.
"I'll take your word on that," Thor said, patting him on the shoulder again.
Servants informed them it was time, and the group made their way to the throne room.
—
The ceremony would be taking place in the throne room. Warriors, ambassadors, and other people of great importance were gathered inside, waiting.
The Allfather was on his throne, with his queen waiting down at the stairs. Loki swiftly positioned himself beside her, accompanied by Lady Sif. The Warriors Three were arrayed on the opposite side, smiling.
Thor walked through the door, raising his fist to the applauding crowd. It devolved into a show, with him fanning the crowd's jubilation.
Loki's palms itched.
He was so close to creating a spell that would stop Bifrost from being a necessity for him. Each second Thor dragged out the ceremony, his considerable patience was waning.
The Allfather slammed his spear on the floor, silencing the whole room in an instant.
"My king," Thor said, kneeling before the throne, waiting.
"Rise, my son," Odin ordered, his voice carrying across the room. He got up, with his wife following, holding the cushion carrying the Mjolnir.
His father was dressed in his armor, a sight only possible in ceremonies and celebrations. His mother, on the other hand, was dazzling, dressed in a golden gown adorned with countless jewels fitting the most powerful female in the Nine Realms.
"You have proven to be a valiant and just warrior and must have a fitting weapon," his father declared. "Mjolnir has unmatched potential in destruction, as well as creation," he continued.
Though, the weapon's history confused Loki. It was locked away in the vaults but was mentioned in history texts. When he asked the Allfather if Mjolnir had a previous user, he had said no.
Then why did Odin see the need to have this weapon forged? Perhaps he had seen a vision of the future and knew it would fit his son and heir?
Over a century, he had come to understand that the Allfather hid a lot. Not because he discovered any secret knowledge, but due to the small discrepancies in history.
What they were, he could not be certain, however.
"Do you swear to use your strength to defend the Nine Realms?" the Allfather asked, all ceremonious now.
"I swear," Thor responded, waiting for the weight of the question to settle.
"Do you swear to carry this weapon with honor and pride?" his father asked once more, and Thor responded much the same, "I swear."
"Then, in my name as Odin Allfather, I grant you Mjolnir," Odin proclaimed.
Mjolnir rose from the cushion and floated to Thor. His brother raised his hand, deliberately slow, and grasped the handle, raising the mighty weapon up.
The silenced crowd cheered once again, chanting Thor's name.
He smiled, happy for his brother but also that this ordeal would be over quickly.
"Your first task is to travel to Nornheim," the Allfather informed Thor. "Brigands have been seen, threatening a world under Asgard's protection."
A weapon like Mjolnir and a first task outside Asgard on the same day? Their parents must have planned this in advance.
"You will be given the command of a company of Einherjar and may take any companion you wish," Odin added.
Given his first military command too? This was certainly a day of many firsts.
"My brother, Loki, along with Lady Sif and the Warriors Three," he said without asking for anyone's opinion.
His smile fell at being mentioned, and he looked at Thor, shaking his head. His research was already delayed because of the ceremony. A quest to defend Nornheim would only make it worse.
Thor had his new fancy weapon; he should be able to handle everything without him.
However, his brother only grinned, misunderstanding the urgency in his eyes.
Loki felt like face-palming.
—
"You don't seem happy, brother," Thor said to him.
Loki's flat smile and tight jaw must have given him away. "I was about to achieve something great, and now, I am being dragged to Nornheim," he said with an accusatory voice.
The first realm he wanted to visit certainly wouldn't be Nornheim.
"You can always achieve that great thing later, Loki, but I want to go and fight shoulder to shoulder with my brother," Thor said, giving his shoulder a squeeze.
The warmth in his brother's voice made him finally relent.
"Let us just finish this swiftly and return home," he said. The enemy were just brigands; they shouldn't take long to dispose of.
"Very well."
—
Thor, Loki, Lady Sif, and the Warriors Three gathered before Heimdall with a hundred of the finest Einherjar, ready to travel to Nornheim. The Allfather had already prepared supplies and the soldiers for ease of travel, and they could leave mere hours after the ceremony.
"Hail, Heimdall," Thor greeted the Gatekeeper of Asgard. Loki found him to be an intriguing person in lieu of his seidr.
The power to see and hear all that was happening across the Nine Realms, unless they were hidden with seidr, was one of the reasons Asgard reigned supreme.
"My prince, congratulations," the Gatekeeper said, bowing slightly. "Mjolnir is a weapon fit for a warrior like you."
"My thanks, Heimdall. The Allfather tasked me to put an end to the brigands in Nornheim."
"I am aware. Be on your guard, my prince; these brigands are numerous," Heimdall warned. They could ask for more information, but Thor had a different idea in mind.
His brother chuckled, palm on the handle of his new weapon. "You don't believe they are a match for us, do you?"
"Caution is never misplaced, my prince," Heimdal said, pressing his sword into the Bifrost, and the mechanism flared to life.
Gears shifted, and a portal glowing with the colors of a rainbow opened.
"Forward," Thor called out, gesturing with Mjolnir.
Loki followed him wordlessly, his face blank like the skies of Nornheim.
Sometimes, he hated how thoughtless Thor could be.
—
Nornheim, in his most royal opinion, sucked.
It was a medieval place, with towns and villages of wood and stone, inhabited by Asgardian-looking mortals. Their lives were usually peaceful under Asgard's protection, but every now and then, a band of brigands would appear.
The only good part he found was the scenery. Asgard, being a planetoid, was limited in size, but Nornheim had greenery as far as the eye could see.
They landed in the middle of the village, in an opening prepared specifically for Bifrost. A Nornheimer, dressed much cleaner than his guards and fellow villagers, rushed to greet them.
He was old, with graying hair, nut-brown eyes, and a wrinkled face.
"Hail, I am Thor, son of Odin," Thor declared, and the poor Nornheimer's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"My prince, you honor us," he said, attempting to bow deeply, but his brother stopped the old man.
"Rise and speak, good fellow."
"I am Chief Urd. Please, this way, we can speak inside," the chief gestured.
Thor nodded, ordering the Einherjar to disperse and assume defensive positions across the village.
During the short walk, he inspected the village. It was rather orderly, with a well-paved and wide road going through the middle. Side roads branched between houses, mostly two stories tall.
Going by the size, the population was at least half a thousand.
The longhouse of the chief, built over a small hill, was at the end of the road.
They were taken inside and seated before a map. The place reminded him of Viking halls, though, seeing as they saw Asgard as their protectors, it wasn't far off.
"The brigands have clashed with our guards at the north and the south," Urd said, pointing at the parts in the tattered brown map. "The attackers on the north were more numerous, and our scouts found trails. There is a clearing in the forest; we believe they might be camping there."
Thor looked at Loki, a silent request, and with a wave of his hand, a colored holographic map rose over the original. The chief was taken aback, as were the people around him, but they continued regardless.
Loki enlarged the map, creating axe-brandishing figurines to mark the brigands on the indicated parts in red color.
"What are their numbers?" Thor asked, examining the map. It wasn't very detailed, but it still gave him a general location of important places.
"We are unsure, but twenty on the south, twice on the north at the least," Urd responded.
The indicated numbers, with question marks on top, appeared over the hostile signs.
"Thor, what is our plan?" Sif asked.
"Brother, I want you to scout where those brigands have assaulted. Get a clearer sighting on their numbers and location," Thor said.
Two ravens were conjured on Loki's palms, flying out of the window to scout the locations. He watched through their eyes and touched the middle of the map. The rough images quickly became clearer, giving them a more precise map.
"I shall admit, brother, I kind of expected you to rush ahead and assault the brigands," he winked.
Though, perhaps it wasn't such a terrible idea to find and destroy the brigands immediately.
"Please, the last time I did that, we lost the quarter finals in Realms of Valor."
"Ah, yes, that was amusing," he said with a smile. Conjuring a small screen, he rewatched Thor's avatar being surrounded and destroyed by the enemy.
His brother huffed, not sharing Loki's feelings.
The map continued to expand as they waited, and when the ravens reached the enemy, he conjured two more screens. The visual was then relayed through him so everyone could watch.
"Your abilities never cease to amaze, brother," the God of Thunder said.
Down in the south, the enemy had camped around a cave at the base of the mountain. Their numbers were certainly much higher than a mere twenty. There were also the ones that entered and left the cave.
He counted close to a hundred brigands there.
The north was much worse. Fifty or so were camping in an opening across a wide and raging river, but there were four camps around it. They were far enough to be out of sight but close enough to surround the clearing from all sides.
The only option left for any attackers would be to take their chances with the river.
"A trap to surround any attacking force. These brigands are not fools," Fandral said, grinning. It would be no fun otherwise.
"But they are no match for us and a hundred Einherjar," declared Volstagg.
"Indeed."
"We should assault the southern encampment first," spoke Hogun, gesturing to the cave on the edge of the map. "Destroy the smaller force and turn our attention north."
"That was my thinking as well," Thor agreed. They could even take prisoners and learn where the brigands had arrived from.
Sif, however, raised an interesting point: "If the enemy retreats inside the cave, the battle could turn in their favor."
Assaulting a cave where the enemy had the advantage would most definitely result in unnecessary losses.
"We draw them all out then," said Thor, a growing smile on his face.
"How?" Hogun asked. The enemy
Thor turned to Loki and said, "Brother, do you remember how we fooled the Ljosalfar that visited Asgard for the festival?"
He snorted, remembering that day, "Ah, I see."
"Thor, please, that is not a proper battle plan," Sif begged. She too was a witness of that little incident and wanted to murder the siblings for it.
Thor and Loki just grinned more.
—
The cave was a day away from the village by foot. Some considered the idea of requesting horses, but Thor was all too happy to march.
The attack plan was simple. The brigands would be distracted and drawn out of the cave. The Einherjar would be waiting to surround them to demand surrender. If not, the warriors of Asgard were all too ready to solve the issue with force.
Before they left, the guards of the village were positioned to the north in case there was an attack; they would resist long enough.
Loki's surveillance of the brigands had shown that they were not gearing up for an assault, but it was best to be ready for anything.
He still had the conjured map, and they could take the straightest path.
There weren't proper roads to either of the camps, only to the west where a town lay. It made the march all the more challenging.
"Isn't this great, brother? You and I, fighting together," Thor said.
They were sitting near a lake while the Einherjar set up camp.
"It does feel relaxing to be out in nature like this," Loki admitted, throwing another piece of bread to the fish in the lake.
Tall, green trees, the chirping birds, the crystal-clear lake, and the soft grass—it all was very serene and helped him keep a clear mind.
Thor laid back down, watching the sky. "If only our enemy were more challenging," he said wistfully.
"Like?" Loki wondered which enemy his brother had in mind.
"Like the Jotnar."
"I thought we had this conversation about not starting a war with them?" he asked. They were, what, eight years old? He clearly remembered telling his brother the real reason behind the history lesson Odin had given that day.
"I am not saying we should go and fight the Jotnar," Thor clarified. "I only wish that our enemy could challenge us."
Of course Thor would want to fight an enemy worthy of Mjolnir.
"How about you take the brigands all by yourself? Would that be a challenge enough?" he offered. Thor could do that, he was sure, though there would be some scratches.
"And leave the rest of you out? I am not so selfish, brother," Thor replied.
Loki shook his head, though a smile crept on his face.
---
Notes: There is no information about Nornheim in the MCU, though it was mentioned a couple of times, especially between Thor and Loki about being surrounded by a large enemy force. As such, this is a rather unknown territory that I am adding as we go.
—
In the next chapter:
Their companions were about to leave to rest, but his brother saw Lady Sif's slumped shoulders. "Sif, don't tell me you are still sour over our tactics. It worked wonderfully," he said.
"I think she is angry for a different reason," Loki suggested, smirking.
This would be fun.
"What would it be?" his brother asked, head tilted.
He conjured the bait again, the one with milky skin and melon-sized assets. "I mean these conjurations, they are rather comely, aren't they? Lady Sif, for all that she is a great warrior, is rather lacking in certain areas," he said, winking at Thor.
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Chapter 6 - Bland Victories
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Nornheim
The ravens allowed him to do more than just surveil the enemy. He could, in a certain range, conjure anything as long as he had a line of sight.
The plan, one that Sif was vehemently opposing both as a warrior and a woman, was to conjure females with exaggerated assets. His illusions would act as if they had accidentally walked close to the brigands and run away while screaming.
Seeing as there were no females among the outlaws, he wagered they were rather pent up with stress.
He closed his eyes, only seeing through the raven, and let his seidr course through.
Twenty beauties, with varying looks and rather revealing clothing, appeared within an opening near the caves. The enemy scouts were already caught, so there was no chance of discovery.
The conjured females, singing and playing instruments, walked into the sight of the brigands and stopped. The outlaws erupted in cheer, pumping their weapons up and down. Without hesitation, they gave chase to catch the pretty females.
Screaming, his conjurations ran, oversized parts bouncing.
Loki raised his left arm, and the communicator bracelet glowed with a green light. "Brother, they took the bait," he said.
"Well done, brother. We are waiting at the ready. Come join us."
"I will be there shortly."
He still hadn't been able to discover how to negate gravity, not that he was working on it too much, but there was an alternative he discovered. A cloud gathered beneath his feet and lifted him up over the trees.
It was in truth a force field disguised as one.
Loki braced and accelerated the cloud. Thor and the company had already taken their places.
Landing next to his brother with a nod, he waited.
The sound of leaves rustling in the wind and the animals was more prevalent than the breathing of a hundred warriors.
The stillness was only disturbed when the screams of the conjured women reached their ears. Thor raised his hammer, signaling the soldiers to be ready.
As the first of the females arrived in the clearing, they began to disappear one by one. Loki dropped the camouflage screen covering the company, and the brigands stopped.
The Einherjar were agile and quickly surrounded the enemy. Spears pushed the brigands closer, and a wall of shields kept them imprisoned in the circle.
"I am Thor, son of Odin. In the name of the Allfather, surrender," his brother demanded, standing at the front of the soldiers.
The brigands, a mismatch of individuals dressed in coarse furs and leather, only gripped their weapons tighter. One of them, a rugged Nornheimer with a long, unkempt beard and hair, attacked Thor, brandishing a double-sided axe.
His brother blinked and slammed Mjolnir into the brigand's face. He went flying over the Einherjar, dead before impact.
"Or fight; that sounds more fun to me," Thor smirked, resting Mjolnir on his palm.
The brigands dropped their weapons one by one and knelt.
—
"That was easy," he commented, watching his brother rummage through the camp of the brigands.
"And boring," Thor said, taking a rough iron helmet as a trophy.
"We defeated the enemy without a single casualty," he added. It would make for a nice tale, taking down three times their number without a loss.
"I am grateful for it, yet I do wish I was allowed to fight," his brother complained, turning the helmet over.
Loki glanced at the scorched ground, the place where he turned the corpse to ashes. "With how easy that one fell, I doubt they would offer you any challenge."
"I suppose you are right," his brother admitted, throwing the helmet away.
"Round them up for marching. They will be imprisoned in the village while we assault the other camp," he called out to the soldiers.
The brigands were chained together, and surrounded by the Einherjar, they were marched back to the village.
—
The villagers were gleeful to see the brigands in chains, jeering and hurling insults.
"Chief Urd, as they were planning to assault and plunder your village, their fate is yours to decide."
"My prince, we are grateful," Urd bowed. The village guards quickly took the brigands to be imprisoned amid the cheers.
"For now, we rest and march again tomorrow," Thor declared, dismissing the Einherjar.
Their companions were about to leave to rest, but his brother saw Lady Sif's slumped shoulders. "Sif, don't tell me you are still sour over our tactics. It worked wonderfully," he said.
"I think she is angry for a different reason," Loki suggested, smirking.
This would be fun.
"What would it be?" his brother asked, head tilted.
He conjured the bait again, the one with milky skin and melon-sized assets. "I mean these conjurations, they are rather comely, aren't they? Lady Sif, for all that she is a great warrior, is rather lacking in certain areas," he said, winking at Thor.
Thor's eyes slightly widened before he slapped his palm to his forehead. "You are right, brother. How could I not see that?" He gasped.
Sif looked at them with a gaping mouth, still as a statue. Her eye twitched, and she screamed, charging at both.
Loki disappeared, and Thor ran, cackling.
Fandral and Volstagg were sniggering while Hogun was awkwardly coughing.
—
Chief Urd had thrown together a quick feast, and Thor, once he was reasonably sure Sif would not murder him, was delighted to attend.
She had calmed down after chasing his brother around for a while. Though, she was silent and frowning.
"Don't think I forgot about you, Loki," Sif muttered, eyes narrowed at him.
"Sif, learn to take a jest," his reply was tired. "Have you ever seen me chase someone around with a sword over words said in good fun?" Loki asked.
She parted her lips, raising her hand, but stopped. "No," she said, almost too low to hear.
"Of course not," he winked.
Thor quickly got into the mood, and after a couple of mugs of mead, he was singing.
Loudly.
He enjoyed the atmosphere as well, singing a song due to his brother's insistence.
—
At dawn, they marched again. Thor intended to discuss a plan the next time they set camp since the night before was rather busy.
Some of the men started to grumble in good humor about requesting horses as he just lay on a cloud platform, floating while the rest of the company had to walk. To their luck, it started raining, and Thor ordered a camp to be set up while Loki set up a barrier, blocking the rain and the wind.
"Thor, where do you think these brigands even come from in the first place?" Sif asked as she entered the tent.
"Perhaps we could question the prisoners once we return?" Fandral suggested. They should have done it the previous night, but the festivities took priority.
"They are Nornheimers. They might have been simply desperate enough to turn on their fellows," Loki added. That was one of the most common reasons for banditry among the worlds under Asgard's protection.
"You could be right, brother. Still, it is best to hear the truth from them," Thor said.
Loki conjured the screens, each one showing one of the five camps, along with the map.
"The northern camps haven't moved yet, but they are gathering, most likely to stage another attack," he said. The outlaws were sharpening their weapons, producing arrows, and polishing what armor they had.
"How will they inform the other camp?" Hogun queried. The brigands did not possess steeds, and sending a messenger on foot seemed inefficient.
The entrance of the tent flapped, and a raven came in. It was thrice the size of a normal one and carried a bird of prey in its claws.
Loki took the parchment wrapped around the bird's leg, handing it out to Thor. "They have trained hawks to carry messages."
"Well done, brother," Thor said, glancing at the message.
"Here is our plan. We will split into two groups and cross the river from here and here," he said, pointing at two locations. One was the bridge on the upper side of the river, close to the northwesternmost camp.
The other was on the opposite side, down the southeastern camps.
"Both forces will circle around and take out the outer camps first," Thor said, and Loki crossed out the camps. "If they surrender, bind them and leave them with a small guard force. We will then move on to the camps in the middle with the same purpose," he finished.
Loki crossed out the middle camps too, leaving only the closest one to the river.
"And we'll be in a position to surround the main camp. Their backs will be to the river, instead of ours," Sif summarized.
"Exactly," his brother said, slapping his hand on the small table.
"How will we split?" Fandral asked.
He knew they all wanted to go with Thor.
"Sif, Fandral, with me," Thor said, pointing at the two. "Loki, you will take Volstagg and Hogun."
The sole lady among them, as well as the self-proclaimed Fandral the Dashing, smiled.
Volstagg and Hogun merely tilted their heads.
"You will cross the river from the bridge here, and I can conjure a platform on our side," he added.
Loki did feel like this was a bit too much planning against mere brigands when both of them were technically gods, but at least they wouldn't have to carry the fallen back.
He did not buy into the whole dying in battle to reach the Valhalla belief. Loki did not think the promised warrior's rest could lessen the pain of loss.
"We have our battle plan then. Not that these brigands are a danger in the first place," Thor said flatly.
—
Thor watched, hidden in the foliage. The enemy had sentries keeping an eye on the bridge.
Itching to try a new move, he spun the hammer with the strap and launched himself upwards. Summoning thunder when the skies were clear would alarm the brigands, and the shockwave was enough to send both bandits flying.
Raising Mjolnir, he gestured for the company to move forward. Fifty Einherjar, along with Sif and Fandral, quickly crossed the bridge, following him to the camp.
The camp, if it could even be called that, had no defensive measures. Only a handful of tents and firepits; there weren't even guards around.
The enemy was preparing for an assault, but they were not expecting one.
Surrounding the enemy in a quick manner, the company waited for Thor's signal. He, on the other hand, just walked to the camp.
When he was noticed, the brigands were alarmed. Several rushed at him, but a swing of Mjolnir sent one flying like a ragdoll, and they stopped.
"I am Thor Odinson. You have disrupted the peace of Nornheim. Surrender," he ordered.
Their response was to laugh at his face.
"I was hoping you would say that." Thor grinned and threw Mjolnir. The legendary hammer slammed into the chest of one brigand, flying him forward, and picked up two more on the way. They hit the tree fast enough to break bones fatally.
Sif and Fandral bellowed out fierce war cries, charging at the enemy. The Einherjar followed from all directions.
With nowhere left to run, the brigands decided to fight, but by the time they raised weapons, it was too late.
—
Loki raised both hands, palms open, and the emerald shimmer sprang from their side of the river, creating a bridge. He took the first step, and the company followed, safely crossing the raging river.
He had already scouted the area just in case, and they were free to move.
The camp was fifteen minutes away on foot. Loki gave the order, and the company approached while he took to the skies. He raised his right hand, and his fingers glowed a vibrant blue, firing blue beams from each.
Each beam went through a target, the intense heat turning them to ashes, and curved, seeking new enemies.
He killed around ten of them in total, leaving the rest to the company. His fellow Asgardians tended to be cranky if they felt the victory was not earned.
"Thor," he said, raising the bracelet close to his face, "we cleared the outer camp."
"So did we. March to the next one, brother; let us finish this little quest," Thor said.
"See you soon, brother."
—
Thor swung his hammer, and the bone beneath gave way with an unpleasant crack. Just because it was his duty did not mean the fight itself was enjoyable.
Still, it was better than just sparring.
"Thor, one of them is escaping," Sif called out, running an enemy through with her sword.
Thor turned around, seeing the fleeing coward, and threw Mjolnir. He must have used more strength than intended because the brigand's head disappeared in a shower of blood and gore. Wincing, he summoned Mjolnir back.
Thankfully, the hammer had spells to keep it clean.
—
"Brother, just in time," Thor said as Loki and his company arrived through the trees.
"No need to delay anymore. Let us greet them," he said, tilting his head towards the camp.
Thor nodded, and Loki followed. The company once again surrounded the camp.
The brigands were quick to raise their weapons, pulling back, though with the river behind, they had nowhere to go.
"I am Thor Odinson," he said, and one of the brigands flinched. "You are outnumbered and outpowered. The other camps have already been defeated. Surrender."
"Why? Why would an Odinson come for us?" The brigand, most likely the leader from the way he dressed, asked, color drained from his face.
"You threaten the peace of Nornheim, a world under Asgard's protection. There is no other reason needed," Thor replied, though the usual passion for justice was absent in his voice.
The leader dropped his sword. His men's gaze flickered at the fallen blade, and they followed along, kneeling.
"What will happen to us?" the leader asked with a blank stare.
Thor gazed across the river. "That is for the village you intended to assault to decide," he explained.
"However, if you are helpful to us, I am sure my brother can put in a good word with the villagers to lessen your punishment," Loki chimed in, patting Thor on the shoulder.
His brother glanced at him and nodded.
"What do you want?"
"How did over three hundred of you gather? And from where do you hail?" Thor questioned the leader.
"We were prisoners in Skeld's Crossing, a town to the east. The warden of the town, Eirik, told us to attack Weftspire, and he would set us free. We don't know why," said the Nornheimer, shaking his head.
"I doubt this Eirik would use criminals to destroy the village just because. We should speak to Urd," Loki advised.
He was already writing down this little excursion of theirs to add a new quest to the story mode of Realms of Valor.
"Round them up; we leave at once," his brother ordered. This had just gotten more complicated.
—
In the next chapter:
Loki sat down on his chair, and the computer came to life. His brother took his place in the royal gaming room, right next to this desk.
"Brother, I was thinking. Why don't you make games out of Father's exploits? Slaying Surtr, the war against Jotunheim, and protecting the Nine Realms?" Thor asked. His brother was putting on his Virtual Realm goggles and control equipment.
He stopped, about to turn on the Realms of Valor, and decided it was the time.
"You know, Thor, even though I am a Jotun, I am not as obsessed with them as you are," he admitted.
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—
Nornheim
The ravens allowed him to do more than just surveil the enemy. He could, in a certain range, conjure anything as long as he had a line of sight.
The plan, one that Sif was vehemently opposing both as a warrior and a woman, was to conjure females with exaggerated assets. His illusions would act as if they had accidentally walked close to the brigands and run away while screaming.
Seeing as there were no females among the outlaws, he wagered they were rather pent up with stress.
He closed his eyes, only seeing through the raven, and let his seidr course through.
Twenty beauties, with varying looks and rather revealing clothing, appeared within an opening near the caves. The enemy scouts were already caught, so there was no chance of discovery.
The conjured females, singing and playing instruments, walked into the sight of the brigands and stopped. The outlaws erupted in cheer, pumping their weapons up and down. Without hesitation, they gave chase to catch the pretty females.
Screaming, his conjurations ran, oversized parts bouncing.
Loki raised his left arm, and the communicator bracelet glowed with a green light. "Brother, they took the bait," he said.
"Well done, brother. We are waiting at the ready. Come join us."
"I will be there shortly."
He still hadn't been able to discover how to negate gravity, not that he was working on it too much, but there was an alternative he discovered. A cloud gathered beneath his feet and lifted him up over the trees.
It was in truth a force field disguised as one.
Loki braced and accelerated the cloud. Thor and the company had already taken their places.
Landing next to his brother with a nod, he waited.
The sound of leaves rustling in the wind and the animals was more prevalent than the breathing of a hundred warriors.
The stillness was only disturbed when the screams of the conjured women reached their ears. Thor raised his hammer, signaling the soldiers to be ready.
As the first of the females arrived in the clearing, they began to disappear one by one. Loki dropped the camouflage screen covering the company, and the brigands stopped.
The Einherjar were agile and quickly surrounded the enemy. Spears pushed the brigands closer, and a wall of shields kept them imprisoned in the circle.
"I am Thor, son of Odin. In the name of the Allfather, surrender," his brother demanded, standing at the front of the soldiers.
The brigands, a mismatch of individuals dressed in coarse furs and leather, only gripped their weapons tighter. One of them, a rugged Nornheimer with a long, unkempt beard and hair, attacked Thor, brandishing a double-sided axe.
His brother blinked and slammed Mjolnir into the brigand's face. He went flying over the Einherjar, dead before impact.
"Or fight; that sounds more fun to me," Thor smirked, resting Mjolnir on his palm.
The brigands dropped their weapons one by one and knelt.
—
"That was easy," he commented, watching his brother rummage through the camp of the brigands.
"And boring," Thor said, taking a rough iron helmet as a trophy.
"We defeated the enemy without a single casualty," he added. It would make for a nice tale, taking down three times their number without a loss.
"I am grateful for it, yet I do wish I was allowed to fight," his brother complained, turning the helmet over.
Loki glanced at the scorched ground, the place where he turned the corpse to ashes. "With how easy that one fell, I doubt they would offer you any challenge."
"I suppose you are right," his brother admitted, throwing the helmet away.
"Round them up for marching. They will be imprisoned in the village while we assault the other camp," he called out to the soldiers.
The brigands were chained together, and surrounded by the Einherjar, they were marched back to the village.
—
The villagers were gleeful to see the brigands in chains, jeering and hurling insults.
"Chief Urd, as they were planning to assault and plunder your village, their fate is yours to decide."
"My prince, we are grateful," Urd bowed. The village guards quickly took the brigands to be imprisoned amid the cheers.
"For now, we rest and march again tomorrow," Thor declared, dismissing the Einherjar.
Their companions were about to leave to rest, but his brother saw Lady Sif's slumped shoulders. "Sif, don't tell me you are still sour over our tactics. It worked wonderfully," he said.
"I think she is angry for a different reason," Loki suggested, smirking.
This would be fun.
"What would it be?" his brother asked, head tilted.
He conjured the bait again, the one with milky skin and melon-sized assets. "I mean these conjurations, they are rather comely, aren't they? Lady Sif, for all that she is a great warrior, is rather lacking in certain areas," he said, winking at Thor.
Thor's eyes slightly widened before he slapped his palm to his forehead. "You are right, brother. How could I not see that?" He gasped.
Sif looked at them with a gaping mouth, still as a statue. Her eye twitched, and she screamed, charging at both.
Loki disappeared, and Thor ran, cackling.
Fandral and Volstagg were sniggering while Hogun was awkwardly coughing.
—
Chief Urd had thrown together a quick feast, and Thor, once he was reasonably sure Sif would not murder him, was delighted to attend.
She had calmed down after chasing his brother around for a while. Though, she was silent and frowning.
"Don't think I forgot about you, Loki," Sif muttered, eyes narrowed at him.
"Sif, learn to take a jest," his reply was tired. "Have you ever seen me chase someone around with a sword over words said in good fun?" Loki asked.
She parted her lips, raising her hand, but stopped. "No," she said, almost too low to hear.
"Of course not," he winked.
Thor quickly got into the mood, and after a couple of mugs of mead, he was singing.
Loudly.
He enjoyed the atmosphere as well, singing a song due to his brother's insistence.
—
At dawn, they marched again. Thor intended to discuss a plan the next time they set camp since the night before was rather busy.
Some of the men started to grumble in good humor about requesting horses as he just lay on a cloud platform, floating while the rest of the company had to walk. To their luck, it started raining, and Thor ordered a camp to be set up while Loki set up a barrier, blocking the rain and the wind.
"Thor, where do you think these brigands even come from in the first place?" Sif asked as she entered the tent.
"Perhaps we could question the prisoners once we return?" Fandral suggested. They should have done it the previous night, but the festivities took priority.
"They are Nornheimers. They might have been simply desperate enough to turn on their fellows," Loki added. That was one of the most common reasons for banditry among the worlds under Asgard's protection.
"You could be right, brother. Still, it is best to hear the truth from them," Thor said.
Loki conjured the screens, each one showing one of the five camps, along with the map.
"The northern camps haven't moved yet, but they are gathering, most likely to stage another attack," he said. The outlaws were sharpening their weapons, producing arrows, and polishing what armor they had.
"How will they inform the other camp?" Hogun queried. The brigands did not possess steeds, and sending a messenger on foot seemed inefficient.
The entrance of the tent flapped, and a raven came in. It was thrice the size of a normal one and carried a bird of prey in its claws.
Loki took the parchment wrapped around the bird's leg, handing it out to Thor. "They have trained hawks to carry messages."
"Well done, brother," Thor said, glancing at the message.
"Here is our plan. We will split into two groups and cross the river from here and here," he said, pointing at two locations. One was the bridge on the upper side of the river, close to the northwesternmost camp.
The other was on the opposite side, down the southeastern camps.
"Both forces will circle around and take out the outer camps first," Thor said, and Loki crossed out the camps. "If they surrender, bind them and leave them with a small guard force. We will then move on to the camps in the middle with the same purpose," he finished.
Loki crossed out the middle camps too, leaving only the closest one to the river.
"And we'll be in a position to surround the main camp. Their backs will be to the river, instead of ours," Sif summarized.
"Exactly," his brother said, slapping his hand on the small table.
"How will we split?" Fandral asked.
He knew they all wanted to go with Thor.
"Sif, Fandral, with me," Thor said, pointing at the two. "Loki, you will take Volstagg and Hogun."
The sole lady among them, as well as the self-proclaimed Fandral the Dashing, smiled.
Volstagg and Hogun merely tilted their heads.
"You will cross the river from the bridge here, and I can conjure a platform on our side," he added.
Loki did feel like this was a bit too much planning against mere brigands when both of them were technically gods, but at least they wouldn't have to carry the fallen back.
He did not buy into the whole dying in battle to reach the Valhalla belief. Loki did not think the promised warrior's rest could lessen the pain of loss.
"We have our battle plan then. Not that these brigands are a danger in the first place," Thor said flatly.
—
Thor watched, hidden in the foliage. The enemy had sentries keeping an eye on the bridge.
Itching to try a new move, he spun the hammer with the strap and launched himself upwards. Summoning thunder when the skies were clear would alarm the brigands, and the shockwave was enough to send both bandits flying.
Raising Mjolnir, he gestured for the company to move forward. Fifty Einherjar, along with Sif and Fandral, quickly crossed the bridge, following him to the camp.
The camp, if it could even be called that, had no defensive measures. Only a handful of tents and firepits; there weren't even guards around.
The enemy was preparing for an assault, but they were not expecting one.
Surrounding the enemy in a quick manner, the company waited for Thor's signal. He, on the other hand, just walked to the camp.
When he was noticed, the brigands were alarmed. Several rushed at him, but a swing of Mjolnir sent one flying like a ragdoll, and they stopped.
"I am Thor Odinson. You have disrupted the peace of Nornheim. Surrender," he ordered.
Their response was to laugh at his face.
"I was hoping you would say that." Thor grinned and threw Mjolnir. The legendary hammer slammed into the chest of one brigand, flying him forward, and picked up two more on the way. They hit the tree fast enough to break bones fatally.
Sif and Fandral bellowed out fierce war cries, charging at the enemy. The Einherjar followed from all directions.
With nowhere left to run, the brigands decided to fight, but by the time they raised weapons, it was too late.
—
Loki raised both hands, palms open, and the emerald shimmer sprang from their side of the river, creating a bridge. He took the first step, and the company followed, safely crossing the raging river.
He had already scouted the area just in case, and they were free to move.
The camp was fifteen minutes away on foot. Loki gave the order, and the company approached while he took to the skies. He raised his right hand, and his fingers glowed a vibrant blue, firing blue beams from each.
Each beam went through a target, the intense heat turning them to ashes, and curved, seeking new enemies.
He killed around ten of them in total, leaving the rest to the company. His fellow Asgardians tended to be cranky if they felt the victory was not earned.
"Thor," he said, raising the bracelet close to his face, "we cleared the outer camp."
"So did we. March to the next one, brother; let us finish this little quest," Thor said.
"See you soon, brother."
—
Thor swung his hammer, and the bone beneath gave way with an unpleasant crack. Just because it was his duty did not mean the fight itself was enjoyable.
Still, it was better than just sparring.
"Thor, one of them is escaping," Sif called out, running an enemy through with her sword.
Thor turned around, seeing the fleeing coward, and threw Mjolnir. He must have used more strength than intended because the brigand's head disappeared in a shower of blood and gore. Wincing, he summoned Mjolnir back.
Thankfully, the hammer had spells to keep it clean.
—
"Brother, just in time," Thor said as Loki and his company arrived through the trees.
"No need to delay anymore. Let us greet them," he said, tilting his head towards the camp.
Thor nodded, and Loki followed. The company once again surrounded the camp.
The brigands were quick to raise their weapons, pulling back, though with the river behind, they had nowhere to go.
"I am Thor Odinson," he said, and one of the brigands flinched. "You are outnumbered and outpowered. The other camps have already been defeated. Surrender."
"Why? Why would an Odinson come for us?" The brigand, most likely the leader from the way he dressed, asked, color drained from his face.
"You threaten the peace of Nornheim, a world under Asgard's protection. There is no other reason needed," Thor replied, though the usual passion for justice was absent in his voice.
The leader dropped his sword. His men's gaze flickered at the fallen blade, and they followed along, kneeling.
"What will happen to us?" the leader asked with a blank stare.
Thor gazed across the river. "That is for the village you intended to assault to decide," he explained.
"However, if you are helpful to us, I am sure my brother can put in a good word with the villagers to lessen your punishment," Loki chimed in, patting Thor on the shoulder.
His brother glanced at him and nodded.
"What do you want?"
"How did over three hundred of you gather? And from where do you hail?" Thor questioned the leader.
"We were prisoners in Skeld's Crossing, a town to the east. The warden of the town, Eirik, told us to attack Weftspire, and he would set us free. We don't know why," said the Nornheimer, shaking his head.
"I doubt this Eirik would use criminals to destroy the village just because. We should speak to Urd," Loki advised.
He was already writing down this little excursion of theirs to add a new quest to the story mode of Realms of Valor.
"Round them up; we leave at once," his brother ordered. This had just gotten more complicated.
—
In the next chapter:
Loki sat down on his chair, and the computer came to life. His brother took his place in the royal gaming room, right next to this desk.
"Brother, I was thinking. Why don't you make games out of Father's exploits? Slaying Surtr, the war against Jotunheim, and protecting the Nine Realms?" Thor asked. His brother was putting on his Virtual Realm goggles and control equipment.
He stopped, about to turn on the Realms of Valor, and decided it was the time.
"You know, Thor, even though I am a Jotun, I am not as obsessed with them as you are," he admitted.
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—
Once back at the village, Thor had surrendered the custody of the brigands. He also implored Chief Urd to lessen the punishment.
Questioned on why Skeld's Crossing would wish harm on their village, the matter was revealed to be over gold. Weftspire had discovered traces of gold south of the village. The village did not have the means to build a proper mine, and their neighbors offered a deal.
Though, it was more like a demand.
Skeld's Crossing would build the mine, and in return, nine out of ten dregs' worth of gold would be theirs.
Urd was inclined to accept, only the Warden wanted the deal to stay as it is, forever. He had refused the offer, and the potential discovery was left to be. Until Eirik had a different idea on how to acquire the mine.
"Brother, what now?" he asked, though it was obvious.
"We pay Eirik a visit. Heimdall," Thor called out, and the Bifrost fell on them.
—
Asgard
"Prince Thor, Prince Loki, congratulations on your victory," Heimdall said as the two of them came out.
"Thank you, Heimdall, but it is not over yet."
"Indeed," he said, waiting for the Einherjar to pass through.
While waiting, Loki inspected the Bifrost, as he had hundreds of times before. The seidr and the machinery of the Bifrost were extremely complicated. It crossed thousands of light-years in the blink of an eye and, barring some exceptions, could transport the Aesir anywhere.
He could use it to travel anywhere in the Nine Realms, but then Heimdall would know which realm he intended to visit.
"Done with your musings, brother?" Thor asked as the Bifrost realigned.
"I am; let us leave."
—
Skeld's Crossing
The town did not have an opening like Weftspire, and Heimdall transported the company outside of the walls. The guards were alarmed by the sudden ray of light and gathered on a tower.
The brothers walked out first, surveying the town, and walked to the gates. The sight of the hundred Einherjar behind further worried them. Bows were drawn across the wall, though they did not heed them.
Crude, iron-tipped arrows wouldn't even scratch them.
"I am Thor Odinson of Asgard. I will speak to the Warden of the Skeld's Crossing, Eirik," he declared in his booming voice.
No sooner had he finished his words than the gates, which were about to be closed, pushed open again. A balding, fat Nornheimer, dressed in fine black hunting leathers, came running out. Loki chuckled at the sight of the warden's gut bouncing up and down.
"Prince Thor, welcome to our humble town. Please, allow me to greet you inside in a manner befitting you."
"I am not here for frivolities, Warden. You have commanded criminals to attack the village of Weftspire. You will answer for your crimes," his brother said, pointing Mjolnir at the corrupt warden.
"Slander. Urd is slandering me, my prince," Eirik cried out.
Thor took a step forward, forcing the warden to take one back and fall unceremoniously on his back.
"We have questioned the brigands assaulting the village and ascertained the truth of their words," his brother shouted for all to hear.
"My brother means to say you should have some dignity and confess before we make you," Loki added.
Eirik was about to open his mouth, to further deny the accusations perhaps, but he stopped, looking down to avoid the stares. The townspeople had gathered around him, muttering about the missing prisoners.
—
Left with no choice, and too scared to lie anymore to the princes of Asgard, Eirik confessed to his little scheme. Thor had declared that the townspeople would decide his fate and called for a new leader.
Some elders had approached, willing to take the position, and Thor left Loki to find the most sincere and capable one.
Ulfar, an old trader that had left the family business to his sons, had been chosen as the new warden.
They were planning to hang Eirik, but he suggested a more fitting punishment. The previous warden had gorged himself on the taxes of the people; it was only fair he was made to pay it all back.
A shovel was handed to him, and Eirik the Warden became Eirik the shit shoveler.
The townspeople wished to show their gratitude, but Thor wanted to return to Asgard. There was no glorious battle to be had here, and his slumped shoulders told him all he needed to know.
—
Asgard
The Einherjar were dismissed, while Thor and co. went to report to the Allfather. He was in the gardens with their mother, participating in a tea party.
"Father," both said at the same time, tilting their heads down.
"My sons," Odin said, spreading his arms out, "you have returned. How did your first task outside Asgard fare?"
"It went well, Father; we took most of the brigands prisoner. They were left to the village of Weftspire. We also found the mastermind behind it, the warden of a neighboring town, and he was punished accordingly."
"Was he imprisoned?" their father asked.
"The townsfolk wanted to hang him, but I suggested the warden should pay back to the people for all the privileges," he said, smiling.
"Oh?"
"He is busy shoveling excrement now," Loki admitted, smiling at the memory.
The Allfather chuckled, a sentiment shared by the occupants of the garden.
"Dear, we should celebrate this," their mother suggested.
Odin smiled, grasping her hand. "Indeed. What better way than a feast?"
"For now, you two are dismissed. Go and rest," the Allfather ordered, and Loki was all too grateful for it.
"Yes, Father."
—
Loki sat down on his chair, and the computer came to life. His brother took his place in the royal gaming room, right next to this desk.
"Brother, I was thinking. Why don't you make games out of Father's exploits? Slaying Surtr, the war against Jotunheim, and protecting the Nine Realms?" Thor asked. His brother was putting on his Virtual Realm goggles and control equipment.
He stopped, about to turn on the Realms of Valor, and decided it was the time.
"You know, Thor, even though I am a Jotun, I am not as obsessed with them as you are," he admitted.
"What are you talking about? You are not a Jotun; you are my brother," Thor chuckled, shaking his head at the silly joke.
"Adopted, actually," he clarified. It would take a while to convince his brother.
Good thing he was prepared.
The mirth in his brother's voice was gone now. "No, you're not."
"Thor, who do I look like? Mother or father?" he asked.
"Neither," Thor admitted, taken aback by the question.
"Why do you think that is?"
"Because you look like Grandfather Bor?" he said, scratching the back of his head.
"He and Father look the same. You would know if you read the history records properly," Loki admonished. A century of life, and his brother always found a way to ditch his classes.
His brother sat down, brows furrowed, "Then from Mother's side."
"Perhaps," he said. Their mother was raised by witches, and her birth family was unknown.
Rummaging through his drawer, he handed a datapad to Thor. "Here, read this."
"The infant's overall condition is good. There are signs of malnutrition, but he is healthy," Thor read aloud, seeing an image of his brother from when he was a baby.
"What is the date?" he said, stopping his brother from reading through the entire thing.
"Four months after my birth?" Thor tilted his head to the side. "There must be a mistake." Loki was born a year after him, around the first anniversary of the end of the last great war.
"Do you know what happened four months after your birth?" he asked. Even with his brother's penchant for ignoring his studies, he was still a well-learned person as a prince of Asgard and the Allfather's heir.
"The war against the Jotnar ended, and Father returned home for the final time," his brother explained, eyes widening.
"No, this must be a jest," Thor denied once more, putting the datapad aside.
Loki glanced at Thor with half-lidded eyes and sighed.
His skin morphed into a deep blue color, with eyes akin to bloody rubies. Shallow, branching lines appeared across his forehead, starting near the temples and drifting inward. Along with three parallel lines on each of his cheeks and chin, they signified his lineage.
"Ta-da," he said, wiggling his fingers halfheartedly.
Thor flinched, almost going down with the chair. He leaned forward, inspecting the blue, clearly Jotun face before him.
"I refuse to believe this. Father wouldn't just go and adopt a Jotnar," said the god of thunder.
His father was knee-deep in Jotun blood; why would he adopt one of them? Could his father have…
"He did, and Laufey's son to boot," he said, circling a finger over his lineage marks on his forehead.
"Laufey's son? I…" Thor exclaimed, lost for words. He combed a hand through his hair, mouth open in a silent O. It did not make any sense to him for his father to adopt a child of the Jotnar that took his eye.
"I'll speak to Father and learn the truth of this." He rose from the chair, but Loki stopped him.
"No, you won't," he said, holding a hand out.
"Why is that?" Thor asked, lips pursed.
"Because it is troublesome, and I don't want to explain how I even discovered this in the first place. And if you insist on going, I won't speak to you again," he threatened.
The drama that would ensue was not something he wanted to go through.
Thor looked at him with an unreadable expression and left the room without looking back.
Loki raised his shoulders and dropped them. Switching his form back, he turned his attention to the game.
—
It was dinner time, and the hall was loud. The people were conversing over Nornheim. It was a trivial matter, ensuring the safety of a small village, but one that was Asgard's duty.
Defeating a handful of brigands was nothing impressive, especially for Odinsons, but taking most of them prisoner without even fighting was. The punishment given to the schemer behind the disturbance was not forgotten either.
Thor, the hero of the hour, was silent.
He played with his food and did not engage in banter.
"Thor, we know you didn't get the glorious battle you wanted, but that is no reason to be so sullen," Sif said, holding out a mug of mead for him.
"It is not about Nornheim, Sif," he replied, taking the mug.
"Then what?"
"Something I have to deal with myself," Thor said, shoulders hunched, gaze fixed to his plate.
Unused to seeing her friend so sullen, Sif let him be.
Sitting on her husband's left, Frigga watched her eldest.
"Loki, did something happen between you two?" his mother asked, right on point.
A mother's intuition was a terrifying phenomenon.
"Nothing much. Just a small disagreement over the Jotnar," he answered. It was true, in a sense.
"Is that so?" she asked.
"What else would it be?" He smiled, pointing at the holovision. "Oh look, your favorite opera is starting."
His mother gave him a pointed stare and turned to the screen.
—
With Thor down in spirits, he was able to excuse himself. He returned to his room, deciding to sleep so he could continue his experiments with a clear head.
His brother, shaken by the revelation, avoided him for the following days. Lady Sif and the Warrior's Three followed Thor along, and without any other tasks, he was free to finish what he started.
—
Across the Nine Realms, the Bifrost was the greatest means of travel. It was instant, precise, and did not come with any downsides.
It wasn't the only method to travel, however. Due to the loose connection between the Nine Realms, there are cracks that could allow a person to travel to the other worlds. It was, according to his mother, akin to stepping through a door and finding yourself in a whole different realm.
They were rare and impossible to detect unless you came across them by chance.
Ships that could traverse the stars existed, but Asgard had no need for them. Dark magic was another method, but it was taxing on the body and mind.
If this worked, it would be an alternative that he could use to go wherever his heart desired.
Starting with Midgard.
His theory depended on increasing the density of the seidr particles to simulate an increase in gravity. Once the gravity reached a sufficient strength, he could bend space and time to a small degree.
That alone would just cause anomalies, and nothing more.
Bending the space, he would have to accelerate the dense seidr particles to faster-than-light speeds. The accelerated particles would tunnel through reality itself, reaching the target destination.
Anchored on both sides, the higher space tunnel would be compressed.
Then, he would truly have a door to step through.
The room he was in, his lab so to speak, was constructed for this purpose. Walls so thick and protected by the strongest enchantments he could produce, even his plasma beams would take hours to cut through.
Hidden from Heimdall's sight with seidr, it was the perfect place.
Two green and jagged beams struck a certain point in front of him. He continued to feed it, changing the composition of the particles, and the effects became noticeable immediately.
He felt heavy.
The point of contact became dense enough in seconds, and he proceeded with the second part. The space before him broke like glass, falling inside the white nothingness.
His eyes glowed green, and the particles accelerated, guided by the replicated all-seeing vision.
Heimdall would either be impressed or furious.
Ten seconds, he counted inside his head. The walls wavered, his knees buckled, and the tear in reality glowed to blinding proportions.
Loki could feel the strain, both on his body and seidr, but pushed through.
And in a split second, it was all over. The glow disappeared, the tear repaired itself, and the sole occupant of the room was nowhere to be seen.
—
Midgard
He coughed, stepping out of the gate, and looked around.
It was a wilderness.
The replicated vision was nowhere near as strong or precise as the original, and he couldn't see more than the planet itself.
He had no idea what Earth was like now.
Conjuring the cloud platform, Loki rose above the trees, invisible. All he could see, however, was a forest with no end.
Where could he be?
His musing was interrupted when an animal flew by his head, narrowly missing him. A black-feathered body with a white head—it was a bald eagle.
He was in America, probably before it was even discovered by anyone. Loki felt like laughing.
He had done it. A method to travel thousands of light-years that did not require the Bifrost or dangerous seidr.
Now, he just had to perfect the all-seeing vision.
—
In the next chapter:
"Loki, are you ready?" His mother called from outside the door.
"For what?" he asked, trying to remember anything of importance she might have said.
"A member of the Crimson Hawks is to wed. Your father wants both his sons there," she chided.
"I'll be there in a minute," he shouted back. He remembered his mother mentioning something about a wedding, but he stopped listening after that.
Guess he had to go and be the gracious prince.
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—
Once back at the village, Thor had surrendered the custody of the brigands. He also implored Chief Urd to lessen the punishment.
Questioned on why Skeld's Crossing would wish harm on their village, the matter was revealed to be over gold. Weftspire had discovered traces of gold south of the village. The village did not have the means to build a proper mine, and their neighbors offered a deal.
Though, it was more like a demand.
Skeld's Crossing would build the mine, and in return, nine out of ten dregs' worth of gold would be theirs.
Urd was inclined to accept, only the Warden wanted the deal to stay as it is, forever. He had refused the offer, and the potential discovery was left to be. Until Eirik had a different idea on how to acquire the mine.
"Brother, what now?" he asked, though it was obvious.
"We pay Eirik a visit. Heimdall," Thor called out, and the Bifrost fell on them.
—
Asgard
"Prince Thor, Prince Loki, congratulations on your victory," Heimdall said as the two of them came out.
"Thank you, Heimdall, but it is not over yet."
"Indeed," he said, waiting for the Einherjar to pass through.
While waiting, Loki inspected the Bifrost, as he had hundreds of times before. The seidr and the machinery of the Bifrost were extremely complicated. It crossed thousands of light-years in the blink of an eye and, barring some exceptions, could transport the Aesir anywhere.
He could use it to travel anywhere in the Nine Realms, but then Heimdall would know which realm he intended to visit.
"Done with your musings, brother?" Thor asked as the Bifrost realigned.
"I am; let us leave."
—
Skeld's Crossing
The town did not have an opening like Weftspire, and Heimdall transported the company outside of the walls. The guards were alarmed by the sudden ray of light and gathered on a tower.
The brothers walked out first, surveying the town, and walked to the gates. The sight of the hundred Einherjar behind further worried them. Bows were drawn across the wall, though they did not heed them.
Crude, iron-tipped arrows wouldn't even scratch them.
"I am Thor Odinson of Asgard. I will speak to the Warden of the Skeld's Crossing, Eirik," he declared in his booming voice.
No sooner had he finished his words than the gates, which were about to be closed, pushed open again. A balding, fat Nornheimer, dressed in fine black hunting leathers, came running out. Loki chuckled at the sight of the warden's gut bouncing up and down.
"Prince Thor, welcome to our humble town. Please, allow me to greet you inside in a manner befitting you."
"I am not here for frivolities, Warden. You have commanded criminals to attack the village of Weftspire. You will answer for your crimes," his brother said, pointing Mjolnir at the corrupt warden.
"Slander. Urd is slandering me, my prince," Eirik cried out.
Thor took a step forward, forcing the warden to take one back and fall unceremoniously on his back.
"We have questioned the brigands assaulting the village and ascertained the truth of their words," his brother shouted for all to hear.
"My brother means to say you should have some dignity and confess before we make you," Loki added.
Eirik was about to open his mouth, to further deny the accusations perhaps, but he stopped, looking down to avoid the stares. The townspeople had gathered around him, muttering about the missing prisoners.
—
Left with no choice, and too scared to lie anymore to the princes of Asgard, Eirik confessed to his little scheme. Thor had declared that the townspeople would decide his fate and called for a new leader.
Some elders had approached, willing to take the position, and Thor left Loki to find the most sincere and capable one.
Ulfar, an old trader that had left the family business to his sons, had been chosen as the new warden.
They were planning to hang Eirik, but he suggested a more fitting punishment. The previous warden had gorged himself on the taxes of the people; it was only fair he was made to pay it all back.
A shovel was handed to him, and Eirik the Warden became Eirik the shit shoveler.
The townspeople wished to show their gratitude, but Thor wanted to return to Asgard. There was no glorious battle to be had here, and his slumped shoulders told him all he needed to know.
—
Asgard
The Einherjar were dismissed, while Thor and co. went to report to the Allfather. He was in the gardens with their mother, participating in a tea party.
"Father," both said at the same time, tilting their heads down.
"My sons," Odin said, spreading his arms out, "you have returned. How did your first task outside Asgard fare?"
"It went well, Father; we took most of the brigands prisoner. They were left to the village of Weftspire. We also found the mastermind behind it, the warden of a neighboring town, and he was punished accordingly."
"Was he imprisoned?" their father asked.
"The townsfolk wanted to hang him, but I suggested the warden should pay back to the people for all the privileges," he said, smiling.
"Oh?"
"He is busy shoveling excrement now," Loki admitted, smiling at the memory.
The Allfather chuckled, a sentiment shared by the occupants of the garden.
"Dear, we should celebrate this," their mother suggested.
Odin smiled, grasping her hand. "Indeed. What better way than a feast?"
"For now, you two are dismissed. Go and rest," the Allfather ordered, and Loki was all too grateful for it.
"Yes, Father."
—
Loki sat down on his chair, and the computer came to life. His brother took his place in the royal gaming room, right next to this desk.
"Brother, I was thinking. Why don't you make games out of Father's exploits? Slaying Surtr, the war against Jotunheim, and protecting the Nine Realms?" Thor asked. His brother was putting on his Virtual Realm goggles and control equipment.
He stopped, about to turn on the Realms of Valor, and decided it was the time.
"You know, Thor, even though I am a Jotun, I am not as obsessed with them as you are," he admitted.
"What are you talking about? You are not a Jotun; you are my brother," Thor chuckled, shaking his head at the silly joke.
"Adopted, actually," he clarified. It would take a while to convince his brother.
Good thing he was prepared.
The mirth in his brother's voice was gone now. "No, you're not."
"Thor, who do I look like? Mother or father?" he asked.
"Neither," Thor admitted, taken aback by the question.
"Why do you think that is?"
"Because you look like Grandfather Bor?" he said, scratching the back of his head.
"He and Father look the same. You would know if you read the history records properly," Loki admonished. A century of life, and his brother always found a way to ditch his classes.
His brother sat down, brows furrowed, "Then from Mother's side."
"Perhaps," he said. Their mother was raised by witches, and her birth family was unknown.
Rummaging through his drawer, he handed a datapad to Thor. "Here, read this."
"The infant's overall condition is good. There are signs of malnutrition, but he is healthy," Thor read aloud, seeing an image of his brother from when he was a baby.
"What is the date?" he said, stopping his brother from reading through the entire thing.
"Four months after my birth?" Thor tilted his head to the side. "There must be a mistake." Loki was born a year after him, around the first anniversary of the end of the last great war.
"Do you know what happened four months after your birth?" he asked. Even with his brother's penchant for ignoring his studies, he was still a well-learned person as a prince of Asgard and the Allfather's heir.
"The war against the Jotnar ended, and Father returned home for the final time," his brother explained, eyes widening.
"No, this must be a jest," Thor denied once more, putting the datapad aside.
Loki glanced at Thor with half-lidded eyes and sighed.
His skin morphed into a deep blue color, with eyes akin to bloody rubies. Shallow, branching lines appeared across his forehead, starting near the temples and drifting inward. Along with three parallel lines on each of his cheeks and chin, they signified his lineage.
"Ta-da," he said, wiggling his fingers halfheartedly.
Thor flinched, almost going down with the chair. He leaned forward, inspecting the blue, clearly Jotun face before him.
"I refuse to believe this. Father wouldn't just go and adopt a Jotnar," said the god of thunder.
His father was knee-deep in Jotun blood; why would he adopt one of them? Could his father have…
"He did, and Laufey's son to boot," he said, circling a finger over his lineage marks on his forehead.
"Laufey's son? I…" Thor exclaimed, lost for words. He combed a hand through his hair, mouth open in a silent O. It did not make any sense to him for his father to adopt a child of the Jotnar that took his eye.
"I'll speak to Father and learn the truth of this." He rose from the chair, but Loki stopped him.
"No, you won't," he said, holding a hand out.
"Why is that?" Thor asked, lips pursed.
"Because it is troublesome, and I don't want to explain how I even discovered this in the first place. And if you insist on going, I won't speak to you again," he threatened.
The drama that would ensue was not something he wanted to go through.
Thor looked at him with an unreadable expression and left the room without looking back.
Loki raised his shoulders and dropped them. Switching his form back, he turned his attention to the game.
—
It was dinner time, and the hall was loud. The people were conversing over Nornheim. It was a trivial matter, ensuring the safety of a small village, but one that was Asgard's duty.
Defeating a handful of brigands was nothing impressive, especially for Odinsons, but taking most of them prisoner without even fighting was. The punishment given to the schemer behind the disturbance was not forgotten either.
Thor, the hero of the hour, was silent.
He played with his food and did not engage in banter.
"Thor, we know you didn't get the glorious battle you wanted, but that is no reason to be so sullen," Sif said, holding out a mug of mead for him.
"It is not about Nornheim, Sif," he replied, taking the mug.
"Then what?"
"Something I have to deal with myself," Thor said, shoulders hunched, gaze fixed to his plate.
Unused to seeing her friend so sullen, Sif let him be.
Sitting on her husband's left, Frigga watched her eldest.
"Loki, did something happen between you two?" his mother asked, right on point.
A mother's intuition was a terrifying phenomenon.
"Nothing much. Just a small disagreement over the Jotnar," he answered. It was true, in a sense.
"Is that so?" she asked.
"What else would it be?" He smiled, pointing at the holovision. "Oh look, your favorite opera is starting."
His mother gave him a pointed stare and turned to the screen.
—
With Thor down in spirits, he was able to excuse himself. He returned to his room, deciding to sleep so he could continue his experiments with a clear head.
His brother, shaken by the revelation, avoided him for the following days. Lady Sif and the Warrior's Three followed Thor along, and without any other tasks, he was free to finish what he started.
—
Across the Nine Realms, the Bifrost was the greatest means of travel. It was instant, precise, and did not come with any downsides.
It wasn't the only method to travel, however. Due to the loose connection between the Nine Realms, there are cracks that could allow a person to travel to the other worlds. It was, according to his mother, akin to stepping through a door and finding yourself in a whole different realm.
They were rare and impossible to detect unless you came across them by chance.
Ships that could traverse the stars existed, but Asgard had no need for them. Dark magic was another method, but it was taxing on the body and mind.
If this worked, it would be an alternative that he could use to go wherever his heart desired.
Starting with Midgard.
His theory depended on increasing the density of the seidr particles to simulate an increase in gravity. Once the gravity reached a sufficient strength, he could bend space and time to a small degree.
That alone would just cause anomalies, and nothing more.
Bending the space, he would have to accelerate the dense seidr particles to faster-than-light speeds. The accelerated particles would tunnel through reality itself, reaching the target destination.
Anchored on both sides, the higher space tunnel would be compressed.
Then, he would truly have a door to step through.
The room he was in, his lab so to speak, was constructed for this purpose. Walls so thick and protected by the strongest enchantments he could produce, even his plasma beams would take hours to cut through.
Hidden from Heimdall's sight with seidr, it was the perfect place.
Two green and jagged beams struck a certain point in front of him. He continued to feed it, changing the composition of the particles, and the effects became noticeable immediately.
He felt heavy.
The point of contact became dense enough in seconds, and he proceeded with the second part. The space before him broke like glass, falling inside the white nothingness.
His eyes glowed green, and the particles accelerated, guided by the replicated all-seeing vision.
Heimdall would either be impressed or furious.
Ten seconds, he counted inside his head. The walls wavered, his knees buckled, and the tear in reality glowed to blinding proportions.
Loki could feel the strain, both on his body and seidr, but pushed through.
And in a split second, it was all over. The glow disappeared, the tear repaired itself, and the sole occupant of the room was nowhere to be seen.
—
Midgard
He coughed, stepping out of the gate, and looked around.
It was a wilderness.
The replicated vision was nowhere near as strong or precise as the original, and he couldn't see more than the planet itself.
He had no idea what Earth was like now.
Conjuring the cloud platform, Loki rose above the trees, invisible. All he could see, however, was a forest with no end.
Where could he be?
His musing was interrupted when an animal flew by his head, narrowly missing him. A black-feathered body with a white head—it was a bald eagle.
He was in America, probably before it was even discovered by anyone. Loki felt like laughing.
He had done it. A method to travel thousands of light-years that did not require the Bifrost or dangerous seidr.
Now, he just had to perfect the all-seeing vision.
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In the next chapter:
"Loki, are you ready?" His mother called from outside the door.
"For what?" he asked, trying to remember anything of importance she might have said.
"A member of the Crimson Hawks is to wed. Your father wants both his sons there," she chided.
"I'll be there in a minute," he shouted back. He remembered his mother mentioning something about a wedding, but he stopped listening after that.
Guess he had to go and be the gracious prince.
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