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 frowned, quite audibly. "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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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 5 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
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 frowned, quite audibly. "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.
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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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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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