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Loki: The God of Magic
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Wonder what methods the MC will think of to ensure his eventual Eternal Youth/Immortality? Instead of just living for his set 5000-ish years. Maybe his control of his own Atoms will become so complete that he can alter his own physical age? Maybe his Shapeshifting will even go beyond just illusions to true Shapeshifting? Without needing to have the unstable genetics/magic or Angrboda?
Also looking forward to how he handles his training for leading/ruling people. Would be entertaining to see how advanced and successful his village/people become. Would be funny if he intentionally guided them to develop as a Magical World, similar to Harry Potter...
It definitely feels odd that Odin is not coming to the MC for help in keeping Hela contained/imprisoned though. Especially with the MC's ability to both make and power the Tenth Realm.
Also looking forward to how he handles his training for leading/ruling people. Would be entertaining to see how advanced and successful his village/people become. Would be funny if he intentionally guided them to develop as a Magical World, similar to Harry Potter...
It definitely feels odd that Odin is not coming to the MC for help in keeping Hela contained/imprisoned though. Especially with the MC's ability to both make and power the Tenth Realm.
Chapter 19 - Through the Ages
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—
Midgard
1800 A.D.
It was time.
He was about to descend beneath Midgard's mantle and find the nascent Celestial. He required absolute focus to open a portal into the pocket where the Celestial was.
He opened the portal, straining to keep the connection stable, and walked through quickly.
And arrived before a human-sized entity, suspended in a dark, crystalline cave. It appeared more like a golden suit of armor with four eyes than what he would describe as a living being. What mattered wasn't the armor, but the energy inside it.
Careful to not awaken the Celestial, he began his work. Scans of the energy signatures revealed them to be wildly different than anything he had ever considered. Dense, with the capability of direct control over matter, the Celestial was certainly a dangerous entity to tangle with.
Good thing he wasn't looking for a fight.
He raised his hand to tear off a part but squeezed his fist. It could wake the entity, and then he would be in trouble.
Once he had all the scans he wanted, he opened the portal back to the surface.
"Who are you to disturb this planet?" He turned sharply at the feminine voice. He did not feel hostility from her. In truth, her green and gold garb and mature look gave her a very maternal feeling.
"I am but a humble traveler. " Her presence shared similarities with what he had glimpsed from the nascent Celestial. The Celestials must have worried about possible destruction of the embryos and had left guards behind.
They too feared death.
"For what purpose are you here?"
"I routinely travel for exploration. What of you? You certainly are not a native."
"We have been sent to protect this planet."
He tilted his head. She was telling the truth, and it was not an attempt to led him astray with half truths. She truly believed that was the reason of her existence here.
Loki smiled, eyes lit. This was truly precious. The Celestials had left guards on this world who had no idea why they were truly here.
He opened a gate to Asgard and floated back, eyes still glued on Ajak.
—
Asgard
He actually considered killing the Celestial's guardian to study her. Too many unknowns existed currently for it. Was the guardian alone? If not, the rest of her kind would seek her.
Worse, if the Celestials investigated the loss of a guardian, Asgard might face with one.
He shook his head. They were not ready for a planet-sized cosmic entity.
Reaching the laboratory, he transferred the readings into the computer. There was much work to be done.
—
The research on the Celestials had revealed more than he was expecting. The energy consisted of subatomic particles. They could affect matter by changing the composition and state of atoms.
It explained why the Celestials were so dangerous. This was not merely about making gold from lead; it was more akin to creating Uru from pure energy. The synthesizers did the same job, only the Celestials were infinitely more advanced.
Like the difference between a sling and a destabilized seidr blaster.
Assuming control of these Celestial particles could increase his strength to match the ultimate enemy's.
—
1900 A.D.
"A female friend?" His mother's eyes shone brighter than Asgard's sun.
He knew he would pay dearly for it later, but this was necessary for the next part of his work.
"Yes, she and I agreed on a small trip," he said.
"When are you going to introduce her to us?" For the first time, one of her sons had shown interest in a female, rather than avoiding her advances. She wanted to meet her now.
"If I believe it will lead to something serious, I will bring her to Asgard."
His mother laughed, light and high-pitched. "Very well, but I don't want any excuses."
"Understood."
He would simply have to say it did not work out. Disappointing his mother made him feel guilty, but he would bring a partner to meet her.
Eventually.
—
Svartalfheim
His mother would be disappointed when he explained how the budding relationship he had with the non-existent lady friend did not lead to anything.
He did not wish to lie to her, but if she learned why he wanted to leave Asgard, there would be trouble. He had cracked the secret behind the Celestial particles. He could create a new brand of seidr particles that would give him control over matter and other fundamental forces of the universe.
Gravity had already bent to him; electromagnetism and nuclear forces were the next.
Creating what he termed as the master seidr particles was dangerous work. Work that he could not conduct in the Tenth Realm. Even the smallest mistake would result in destruction that would disturb the digital world enough to actually kill.
Fortunately, Svartalfheim was empty.
He sat cross-legged in the yard before the palace in the hidden city. He raised his arms, fingers spread and facing each other, eyes closed in concentration.
He would modify a single seidr particle to modify it with the lessons learned from studying the nascent Celestial.
Soft, emerald tendrils lashed from each finger, meeting in the middle. This was far more difficult than creating plasma. He wasn't simply changing its state but adding a new component, an act that has never been done before.
He spent hours, still as the dead world around him, painstakingly modifying the particle.
When he had finally done it, there wasn't time to celebrate. The particle began to act uncontrollably. It began to consume his seidr. He cut the connection, instead creating a vacuumed containment shell around it.
It was a mistake.
—
Asgard
Heimdall tilted his head.
There was an anomaly on Svartalfheim of all worlds, something that should never happen. The realm of the Dark Elves was bereft of life. He peered closer to where the space was collapsing on itself.
Then came a release of power so great, it followed his sight.
Heimdall's head snapped back, as if struck by a physical force. He looked at the ceiling of the observatory with glazed eyes. His white sclera quickly turned red, and tears of blood seeped out of the tear ducts.
The Gatekeeper of Asgard fell, head bouncing on the metal twice. He did not hear the shouts of his own name.
—
Odin rushed to the Healing Room. He did not remember the last time he had to hurry in his own home.
"Eir, how is he?" he asked. Learning that Heimdall had been attacked troubled his mind. Rare it was for anyone to subvert the gatekeeper's sight, and even rarer to come close enough for an attack.
He looked at one of Asgard's most devout warriors, lying on the table without his armor. The Soul Forge had already detected the cause of the bleeding, and the healers were working on it now. Even then, eyes were tricky organs to heal.
"Whatever struck him damaged his eyes. He will live, but it will take time for the strain on his brain to heal. He will have to stay asleep until then," she explained. Several blood vessels had been ruptured, but Heimdall's eyes were special and more resilient.
Thor barged into the hall, ignoring decorum in lieu of the emergency. "Father, how is Heimdall?"
"Eir says he will heal, but it will take time."
"That is good."
"Thor, alert the Einherjar," he ordered. "Taking Heimdall out of the equation could be a prelude for an assault on Asgard, or on one of the realms." Without the Gatekeeper, Asgard did not have real-time surveillance of the Nine Realms.
Which made it the perfect opportunity to strike.
"At once." Thor turned back to leave.
"Where is your brother?" he asked, stopping his eldest son in his tracks.
Thor averted his eyes for a moment. "He left Asgard to meet with a lady friend. His communications device is turned off. For privacy, I believe."
Odin's one eye blinked. He had not heard any word on Loki having a lady friend. Yet, the situation at hand made it difficult to show his delight. "The timing couldn't have been any worse."
"Regardless, I shall contact the realms we have communications with." Vanaheim, Alfheim, and Nidavellir would be able to send word if there was an assault. Which left Midgard and some of the worlds outside the Nine Realms, such as Nornheim and Ria, in danger.
"Yes, Father. We will be ready to move should it be necessary."
—
Thor reached the Tenth Realm's control room. Most Einherjar were inside, honing their skills.
"Send a message to all the Einherjar; tell them to leave the Tenth Realm and report to me at the courtyard."
"As you wish, my prince."
Next, he sent a personal message to his companions to gather at the same courtyard. He marched through the palace. The word of the attack on Heimdall had spread quickly. The palace staff was on alert. The guards on duty were already moving to secure the vault and other strategic locations.
Lady Sif and the Warriors Three had appeared as one several minutes after receiving his summons.
"Thor, what has happened?" Sif asked, dismounting.
"There was an attack. Heimdall has been incapacitated. He will heal, but we must be on alert for a possible assault on the Nine Realms."
His friends shared glances with each other, quietly muttering. They took places, Sif and Fandral on the right, and Volstagg and Hogun on the left.
The Einherjar moved out of the gate in two lines, as if an undisturbed stream of water was flowing out. The lines spread aside and quickly filled the courtyard, standing at attention in perfect order.
He gazed at the most elite army in all of the Nine Realms and one of the strongest beyond it.
"Brave Einherjar," he began. "Our Gatekeeper, Heimdall, has been assaulted. He lies in the infirmary and will heal."
"However, during his rest, we do not have the comfort of knowing when and where an attack might come from. It is our duty to protect Asgard and the Nine Realms. For that reason, we shall stay out of the Tenth Realm until this situation is resolved."
"Report to your stations, and be ready for quick deployment."
The Einherjar slammed a fist over their left breast, right above the heart, as a collective unit. The captains left first, followed by the soldiers.
"Where is Loki? His talents are more than necessary now," Hogunn asked. It was rare to see Thor and Loki separate in such circumstances.
"He is busy with something. Father knows about it." He did not wish to reveal anything regarding this lady because he doubted she existed. Loki would never be so reluctant as to refuse sharing anything.
No name, no destination, not even a reason for turning his comms off. If all he wanted was privacy, they would respect his wishes as family.
His brother had done something, and he had no idea what it could be.
"Still, who could have done this to Heimdall?"
"I only know we have to be on guard now."
He did not share it with anyone, but there was a suspicion in his heart. Mere hours after Loki had left to meet a female companion, Heimdall had been rendered unconscious with no explanation as to how. Even if Loki was willing to ignore Father and Mother's calls, he would answer his.
It made him worry.
—
Odin had contacted the Light Elves, the Vanir, and the dwarves through the communication systems his currently absent youngest son had created. They all gave similar reports.
No sign of an attack, nor any infiltration attempts.
Nidavellir was the most likely realm to be targeted. The weapons of the dwarves were legends for most of the galaxy, but there were enough people in the know. The Mad Titan was one, and after he had destroyed the last gauntlet, Thanos would need a new one.
The forges of the dwarves were one of the few places that could create a suitable gauntlet for the Infinity Stones.
He had ordered a force of Einherjar and ASF to be moved to Nidavellir for security.
He wondered if Midgard could also be a target. The number of individuals who knew that the Tesseract had been hidden on the youngest of the realms was less than the fingers of a hand.
A cursory glance, learned through his familiarity with the cube, told him that it still lay dormant.
"Husband."
"Wife," he greeted back after a beat. She had foregone her courtly dresses for armor. A sight he had not seen ever since Thor and Loki were babes.
In the real world, at least. She had worn it plenty of times in the Tenth Realm.
The winged helm hung on her hip. The golden plates over her green robes displayed that she was as radiant on the field of battle as she was on the court.
"How fare the realms?" she asked. Her left hand reached out, brushing the red cape flowing down her husband's back.
He grasped the hand gently. "Safe, for now. I have ordered a defensive force to Nidavellir."
"I have been unable to contact Loki. He must be enjoying his time with the lady." It made her happy to see one of her sons find a possible partner, yet the timing was suspicious.
"Did he not give you a name?" The lady in question must be brilliant to catch Loki's interest. His son certainly turned away enough females to be described as picky.
"No. He seemed reluctant. I would say he was shy, but…." She smiled, leaving her husband to finish the sentence.
"Neither of our sons are ever shy."
The tender moment ended when Thor entered the room.
"Father, the Einherjar are ready. The group for Nidavellir is departing right now," he said. He could feel the mood had just changed but did not question it.
"Good."
Now, all they could do was wait.
Asgard did not know where the enemy could come from, and it made the populace restless. Heimdall was always treated as a permanent figure in the Observatory. His absence was felt deeply. Asgard was by no means defenseless without him, but it had highlighted just how convenient and easy he made the protection of the Nine Realms.
Days followed, and no assault came. The allied realms reported the same, leaving the Aesir puzzled. Heimdall was healing and would be awake soon. Then, they could learn the reason behind his state and act.
—
His eyes opened, and he saw everything. Up, down, left, right, back and forth, through multiple angles. He felt hazy and bloated, as if he had fattened beyond reason. The thoughts in his mind were sluggish.
He did not remember why he was here or where he even was. Even his name did not come to mind. He could not spare any more time to think as his vision darkened once again.
—
Notes: I am aware this is a bit rushed, but we are starting with the actual story now. Next chapter, we will see what Loki has just done, which is something I have taken from what happens to the protagonist of Arrival : Ruptures.
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In the next chapter:
Odin entered the hall of healing.
Heimdall was on the Soul Forge but awake this time.
"Heimdall, how do you fare?" he asked. Eir's report on the Gatekeeper's state made him hopeful for a swift recovery.
"My king, I am well." Heimdall attempted to rise, but a very pointed cough from Eir forced him to lay down. "How long have I been unconscious?"
He grasped Heimdall's shoulders, squeezing slightly. "A week. We had worried you had been attacked to lower Asgard's defenses."
Yet no attack had come on any realm.
Heimdall shook his head. "No, it was not an attack. There was a violent explosion on Svartalfheim. The energy latched onto my sight, and I do not remember the rest."
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—
Midgard
1800 A.D.
It was time.
He was about to descend beneath Midgard's mantle and find the nascent Celestial. He required absolute focus to open a portal into the pocket where the Celestial was.
He opened the portal, straining to keep the connection stable, and walked through quickly.
And arrived before a human-sized entity, suspended in a dark, crystalline cave. It appeared more like a golden suit of armor with four eyes than what he would describe as a living being. What mattered wasn't the armor, but the energy inside it.
Careful to not awaken the Celestial, he began his work. Scans of the energy signatures revealed them to be wildly different than anything he had ever considered. Dense, with the capability of direct control over matter, the Celestial was certainly a dangerous entity to tangle with.
Good thing he wasn't looking for a fight.
He raised his hand to tear off a part but squeezed his fist. It could wake the entity, and then he would be in trouble.
Once he had all the scans he wanted, he opened the portal back to the surface.
"Who are you to disturb this planet?" He turned sharply at the feminine voice. He did not feel hostility from her. In truth, her green and gold garb and mature look gave her a very maternal feeling.
"I am but a humble traveler. " Her presence shared similarities with what he had glimpsed from the nascent Celestial. The Celestials must have worried about possible destruction of the embryos and had left guards behind.
They too feared death.
"For what purpose are you here?"
"I routinely travel for exploration. What of you? You certainly are not a native."
"We have been sent to protect this planet."
He tilted his head. She was telling the truth, and it was not an attempt to led him astray with half truths. She truly believed that was the reason of her existence here.
Loki smiled, eyes lit. This was truly precious. The Celestials had left guards on this world who had no idea why they were truly here.
He opened a gate to Asgard and floated back, eyes still glued on Ajak.
—
Asgard
He actually considered killing the Celestial's guardian to study her. Too many unknowns existed currently for it. Was the guardian alone? If not, the rest of her kind would seek her.
Worse, if the Celestials investigated the loss of a guardian, Asgard might face with one.
He shook his head. They were not ready for a planet-sized cosmic entity.
Reaching the laboratory, he transferred the readings into the computer. There was much work to be done.
—
The research on the Celestials had revealed more than he was expecting. The energy consisted of subatomic particles. They could affect matter by changing the composition and state of atoms.
It explained why the Celestials were so dangerous. This was not merely about making gold from lead; it was more akin to creating Uru from pure energy. The synthesizers did the same job, only the Celestials were infinitely more advanced.
Like the difference between a sling and a destabilized seidr blaster.
Assuming control of these Celestial particles could increase his strength to match the ultimate enemy's.
—
1900 A.D.
"A female friend?" His mother's eyes shone brighter than Asgard's sun.
He knew he would pay dearly for it later, but this was necessary for the next part of his work.
"Yes, she and I agreed on a small trip," he said.
"When are you going to introduce her to us?" For the first time, one of her sons had shown interest in a female, rather than avoiding her advances. She wanted to meet her now.
"If I believe it will lead to something serious, I will bring her to Asgard."
His mother laughed, light and high-pitched. "Very well, but I don't want any excuses."
"Understood."
He would simply have to say it did not work out. Disappointing his mother made him feel guilty, but he would bring a partner to meet her.
Eventually.
—
Svartalfheim
His mother would be disappointed when he explained how the budding relationship he had with the non-existent lady friend did not lead to anything.
He did not wish to lie to her, but if she learned why he wanted to leave Asgard, there would be trouble. He had cracked the secret behind the Celestial particles. He could create a new brand of seidr particles that would give him control over matter and other fundamental forces of the universe.
Gravity had already bent to him; electromagnetism and nuclear forces were the next.
Creating what he termed as the master seidr particles was dangerous work. Work that he could not conduct in the Tenth Realm. Even the smallest mistake would result in destruction that would disturb the digital world enough to actually kill.
Fortunately, Svartalfheim was empty.
He sat cross-legged in the yard before the palace in the hidden city. He raised his arms, fingers spread and facing each other, eyes closed in concentration.
He would modify a single seidr particle to modify it with the lessons learned from studying the nascent Celestial.
Soft, emerald tendrils lashed from each finger, meeting in the middle. This was far more difficult than creating plasma. He wasn't simply changing its state but adding a new component, an act that has never been done before.
He spent hours, still as the dead world around him, painstakingly modifying the particle.
When he had finally done it, there wasn't time to celebrate. The particle began to act uncontrollably. It began to consume his seidr. He cut the connection, instead creating a vacuumed containment shell around it.
It was a mistake.
—
Asgard
Heimdall tilted his head.
There was an anomaly on Svartalfheim of all worlds, something that should never happen. The realm of the Dark Elves was bereft of life. He peered closer to where the space was collapsing on itself.
Then came a release of power so great, it followed his sight.
Heimdall's head snapped back, as if struck by a physical force. He looked at the ceiling of the observatory with glazed eyes. His white sclera quickly turned red, and tears of blood seeped out of the tear ducts.
The Gatekeeper of Asgard fell, head bouncing on the metal twice. He did not hear the shouts of his own name.
—
Odin rushed to the Healing Room. He did not remember the last time he had to hurry in his own home.
"Eir, how is he?" he asked. Learning that Heimdall had been attacked troubled his mind. Rare it was for anyone to subvert the gatekeeper's sight, and even rarer to come close enough for an attack.
He looked at one of Asgard's most devout warriors, lying on the table without his armor. The Soul Forge had already detected the cause of the bleeding, and the healers were working on it now. Even then, eyes were tricky organs to heal.
"Whatever struck him damaged his eyes. He will live, but it will take time for the strain on his brain to heal. He will have to stay asleep until then," she explained. Several blood vessels had been ruptured, but Heimdall's eyes were special and more resilient.
Thor barged into the hall, ignoring decorum in lieu of the emergency. "Father, how is Heimdall?"
"Eir says he will heal, but it will take time."
"That is good."
"Thor, alert the Einherjar," he ordered. "Taking Heimdall out of the equation could be a prelude for an assault on Asgard, or on one of the realms." Without the Gatekeeper, Asgard did not have real-time surveillance of the Nine Realms.
Which made it the perfect opportunity to strike.
"At once." Thor turned back to leave.
"Where is your brother?" he asked, stopping his eldest son in his tracks.
Thor averted his eyes for a moment. "He left Asgard to meet with a lady friend. His communications device is turned off. For privacy, I believe."
Odin's one eye blinked. He had not heard any word on Loki having a lady friend. Yet, the situation at hand made it difficult to show his delight. "The timing couldn't have been any worse."
"Regardless, I shall contact the realms we have communications with." Vanaheim, Alfheim, and Nidavellir would be able to send word if there was an assault. Which left Midgard and some of the worlds outside the Nine Realms, such as Nornheim and Ria, in danger.
"Yes, Father. We will be ready to move should it be necessary."
—
Thor reached the Tenth Realm's control room. Most Einherjar were inside, honing their skills.
"Send a message to all the Einherjar; tell them to leave the Tenth Realm and report to me at the courtyard."
"As you wish, my prince."
Next, he sent a personal message to his companions to gather at the same courtyard. He marched through the palace. The word of the attack on Heimdall had spread quickly. The palace staff was on alert. The guards on duty were already moving to secure the vault and other strategic locations.
Lady Sif and the Warriors Three had appeared as one several minutes after receiving his summons.
"Thor, what has happened?" Sif asked, dismounting.
"There was an attack. Heimdall has been incapacitated. He will heal, but we must be on alert for a possible assault on the Nine Realms."
His friends shared glances with each other, quietly muttering. They took places, Sif and Fandral on the right, and Volstagg and Hogun on the left.
The Einherjar moved out of the gate in two lines, as if an undisturbed stream of water was flowing out. The lines spread aside and quickly filled the courtyard, standing at attention in perfect order.
He gazed at the most elite army in all of the Nine Realms and one of the strongest beyond it.
"Brave Einherjar," he began. "Our Gatekeeper, Heimdall, has been assaulted. He lies in the infirmary and will heal."
"However, during his rest, we do not have the comfort of knowing when and where an attack might come from. It is our duty to protect Asgard and the Nine Realms. For that reason, we shall stay out of the Tenth Realm until this situation is resolved."
"Report to your stations, and be ready for quick deployment."
The Einherjar slammed a fist over their left breast, right above the heart, as a collective unit. The captains left first, followed by the soldiers.
"Where is Loki? His talents are more than necessary now," Hogunn asked. It was rare to see Thor and Loki separate in such circumstances.
"He is busy with something. Father knows about it." He did not wish to reveal anything regarding this lady because he doubted she existed. Loki would never be so reluctant as to refuse sharing anything.
No name, no destination, not even a reason for turning his comms off. If all he wanted was privacy, they would respect his wishes as family.
His brother had done something, and he had no idea what it could be.
"Still, who could have done this to Heimdall?"
"I only know we have to be on guard now."
He did not share it with anyone, but there was a suspicion in his heart. Mere hours after Loki had left to meet a female companion, Heimdall had been rendered unconscious with no explanation as to how. Even if Loki was willing to ignore Father and Mother's calls, he would answer his.
It made him worry.
—
Odin had contacted the Light Elves, the Vanir, and the dwarves through the communication systems his currently absent youngest son had created. They all gave similar reports.
No sign of an attack, nor any infiltration attempts.
Nidavellir was the most likely realm to be targeted. The weapons of the dwarves were legends for most of the galaxy, but there were enough people in the know. The Mad Titan was one, and after he had destroyed the last gauntlet, Thanos would need a new one.
The forges of the dwarves were one of the few places that could create a suitable gauntlet for the Infinity Stones.
He had ordered a force of Einherjar and ASF to be moved to Nidavellir for security.
He wondered if Midgard could also be a target. The number of individuals who knew that the Tesseract had been hidden on the youngest of the realms was less than the fingers of a hand.
A cursory glance, learned through his familiarity with the cube, told him that it still lay dormant.
"Husband."
"Wife," he greeted back after a beat. She had foregone her courtly dresses for armor. A sight he had not seen ever since Thor and Loki were babes.
In the real world, at least. She had worn it plenty of times in the Tenth Realm.
The winged helm hung on her hip. The golden plates over her green robes displayed that she was as radiant on the field of battle as she was on the court.
"How fare the realms?" she asked. Her left hand reached out, brushing the red cape flowing down her husband's back.
He grasped the hand gently. "Safe, for now. I have ordered a defensive force to Nidavellir."
"I have been unable to contact Loki. He must be enjoying his time with the lady." It made her happy to see one of her sons find a possible partner, yet the timing was suspicious.
"Did he not give you a name?" The lady in question must be brilliant to catch Loki's interest. His son certainly turned away enough females to be described as picky.
"No. He seemed reluctant. I would say he was shy, but…." She smiled, leaving her husband to finish the sentence.
"Neither of our sons are ever shy."
The tender moment ended when Thor entered the room.
"Father, the Einherjar are ready. The group for Nidavellir is departing right now," he said. He could feel the mood had just changed but did not question it.
"Good."
Now, all they could do was wait.
Asgard did not know where the enemy could come from, and it made the populace restless. Heimdall was always treated as a permanent figure in the Observatory. His absence was felt deeply. Asgard was by no means defenseless without him, but it had highlighted just how convenient and easy he made the protection of the Nine Realms.
Days followed, and no assault came. The allied realms reported the same, leaving the Aesir puzzled. Heimdall was healing and would be awake soon. Then, they could learn the reason behind his state and act.
—
His eyes opened, and he saw everything. Up, down, left, right, back and forth, through multiple angles. He felt hazy and bloated, as if he had fattened beyond reason. The thoughts in his mind were sluggish.
He did not remember why he was here or where he even was. Even his name did not come to mind. He could not spare any more time to think as his vision darkened once again.
—
Notes: I am aware this is a bit rushed, but we are starting with the actual story now. Next chapter, we will see what Loki has just done, which is something I have taken from what happens to the protagonist of Arrival : Ruptures.
—
In the next chapter:
Odin entered the hall of healing.
Heimdall was on the Soul Forge but awake this time.
"Heimdall, how do you fare?" he asked. Eir's report on the Gatekeeper's state made him hopeful for a swift recovery.
"My king, I am well." Heimdall attempted to rise, but a very pointed cough from Eir forced him to lay down. "How long have I been unconscious?"
He grasped Heimdall's shoulders, squeezing slightly. "A week. We had worried you had been attacked to lower Asgard's defenses."
Yet no attack had come on any realm.
Heimdall shook his head. "No, it was not an attack. There was a violent explosion on Svartalfheim. The energy latched onto my sight, and I do not remember the rest."
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Hello there,
If you enjoy my stories, you can read up to 15 chapters in advance per story on my Patreon page / patreon.com/Samael61.
Do you like Loki's creations, dangerous experiments, and willingness to challenge enemies that appear above his league? Then you will definitely like Thairon, the protagonist of my original story, Arrival : Ruptures. Comments, likes and reviews are appreciated. Here are the links for : AO3, Spacebattles, Royal Road and Webnovel.
—
Svartalfheim
He snapped into awareness like the sound of a whip. He wanted to take a deep breath to get oxygen into his blood, yet the usual motion to inhale did not produce the expected results.
He remembered the moment where he succeeded in creating a new particle. One that would give him control over matter.
Then a flash of emerald and nothing more.
He could see, hear, and feel, yet trying to move was akin to attempting to swim through syrup.
Clearing his mind, he finally understood why.
He was nothing more than a cloud of seidr over Svartalfheim. The side of the planet where he was conducting the latest step in his research was gone, exposing the inner layers of the planet, right down to the core.
He felt relieved that no one lived down there anymore.
But his current state turned his mind blank. He couldn't form a thought. The cloud that he had become reflected his mind, going unnaturally still. He tried to breathe instinctively to force himself to think.
What allowed him to finally recover his wits was the thought of his family. He had to get back to them, and it would not be as a cloud of seidr.
"Since I am not dead, I should be able to control this situation."
He could feel every part of the cloud. His consciousness had been spread out, but not destroyed. If he could concentrate the seidr back into his own shape, he could be out of here.
He pulled at the edges. The cloud contorted before springing back. He tried again and again, achieving a greater degree of success each time. It was like training a muscle he never had before. The more he worked it, the stronger it got.
Sighing mentally, he got to work.
—
His perception of time was skewed. The only sights before him were the wrecked planet and the stars. Neither offered him a way to see how much time had passed. He could have been working for weeks or months.
In the end, he managed to pull the cloud into a roughly Aesir-shaped state. A boxy, curveless appearance with thick limbs and no details—he wondered if that was what the Celestials looked like inside their armor.
He had no intention of ever wearing one.
He started small. The outer layer of his body, the dense concentration of seidr particles that enveloped the rest like a blanket, squeezed tighter at his command.
First was his right arm.
It was far more difficult than pulling himself back into the overall shape. It required precision, not power. He pushed on the middle for the elbow, separating the end of his arm into five parts to create fingers. Knuckles and fingers followed.
Keeping one arm in exact shape while trying to reshape the other proved difficult. Splitting his attention even for a second caused it to waver and spread like spilled water. He had to fix it first, which caused another part of his body to lose its shape.
With each countless attempt, it became easier.
—
Asgard
Odin entered the hall of healing.
Heimdall was on the Soul Forge but awake this time.
"Heimdall, how do you fare?" he asked. Eir's report on the Gatekeeper's state made him hopeful for a swift recovery.
"My king, I am well." Heimdall attempted to rise, but a very pointed cough from Eir forced him to lay down. "How long have I been unconscious?"
He grasped Heimdall's shoulders, squeezing slightly. "A week. We had worried you had been attacked to lower Asgard's defenses."
Yet no attack had come on any realm.
Heimdall shook his head. "No, it was not an attack. There was a violent explosion on Svartalfheim. The energy latched onto my sight, and I do not remember the rest."
"Svartalfheim?" Odin's one good eye slightly widened. "What could have happened in that dead world?"
There was only one artifact he knew that was hidden there. If the Aether was targeted….
"I do not know."
Odin turned to the healer. "What of his eyes?"
"They are healing. We will be able to remove the covers soon."
"Good. I shall leave you in Eir's capable hands, Heimdall. Rest for now."
"Yes, my king."
—
"Svartalfheim?" Thor asked, eyebrows raising. What had his brother done now?
"Indeed." Odin smiled. He was delighted to see his eldest understand the gravity of the situation. "Tell the Einherjar to stand down."
"Understood, Father."
"Could it be the Aether?" Frigga asked.
His lips pursed. "That is my concern as well."
Husband and wife waited in silent contemplation. A guard entered, saluting.
"My king, Prince Loki has returned."
"Where is he?" With Loki here, they might be able to deduce whomever was responsible for the commotion at Svartalfheim.
"In the throne room."
—
"My son, you have finally returned," Frigga said, holding her youngest son's hands. Though, she frowned, noticing how cold they were.
Her son smiled. "Father, Mother, apologies for my absence."
"Perhaps you should not sever all communications next time?" Odin asked with a light tone.
There was no assault on the Nine Realms this time, yet it would not always be so.
"As you wish," Loki bowed.
Frigga sought her son's seidr, frowning. She was distracted when her eldest walked into the throne room.
"Thor, have you told the Einherjar to stand down?" Odin asked. They would have to depart for the realm of the Dark Elves once Heimdall could report, but for now, there was no need to keep the soldiers on alert.
"Yes, I have."
Loki held out his arms, taking a step towards Thor. "Brother, how have you been while I was gone?"
Thor blinked at the question. He approached Loki, peering down at his brother. Loki tilted his head. He could not react quick enough to the hammer striking his face, sending him flying off.
"I do not know what you are, but you are not my brother, imposter," he growled, lightning dancing on Mjolnir.
"What?" Odin raised Gungnir, one eye on Loki. "Explain yourself."
"I would recognize my brother anywhere. This is not him," he declared, pointing at the pretender with Mjolnir.
The imposter chuckled, rising while dusting himself. "How observant of you." Odin was about to demand answers when guards barged through the door, charging at Loki. "There he is! Stop him."
"Enough," he raised his voice. The golden room fell still with the Einherjar surrounding Loki, or whomever it was that pretended to be his son.
"You, stay put," he growled, spear pointing at the entity taking his son's face. One wrong move, and he would reduce him to ashes.
"Explain," he demanded from the guards.
"My king," a young scholar stepped forward, heaving for breath, "we have been using the simulation room to create a personality of Prince Loki in order to receive his advice on seidr craft research. We made the personality too intelligent by mistake, and it took over the room before escaping."
Odin blinked. Now that he looked closer, the seidr emanating from the imposter was too mechanical and unfeeling compared to his son.
"So you are Loki, just a simulated copy?" Frigga said. She wondered at the bond between her sons for Thor to realize this was not the real Loki, which even she and her husband could not.
"Correct enough," the hologram said, a lopsided grin on his face.
Odin took a breath. "Return control of the machine and dispel yourself," he ordered at the holographic facsimile of his youngest.
"Why? Too afraid to do it yourself?" the copy winked. The guards raised their weapons, ready to strike it down.
Odin tapped Gungnir on the ground. "Now."
The fake Loki raised his hands and broke into seidr particles.
"Secure the room and ensure there are no more issues," he ordered the scholar, waving her and the guards away.
"Yes, my king." The throne room was vacant once again, leaving only the three members of the royal family.
"I never imagined those rooms could produce something such as this." He shook his head.
"I remember Loki putting restraints on the system. The scholars must have deactivated them." At the time, he did not understand why it was necessary.
Now, he did.
"Well done," Frigga praised. "Even we had not realized something was wrong until the last second."
"He is my brother."
A brief smile tugged at Odin's lips. "Yes, now if only he were to return."
—
Svartalfheim
He had finally done it.
Pressing, pulling, and squeezing, he had finally merged the cloud into an exact replica of his body shape. Which left him to handle the finer details.
A small lump grew out of the center of his face; three lines, one beneath the lump and two above it, appeared.
The lines split apart, revealing the brighter shade of emerald inside. Two holes opened beneath the lump. His eyelashes grew next, then eyebrows, and then hair.
Each one crafted with painstaking details so he could be himself once more.
Knuckles, the imperfections on his skin, the bodily hair, and his toned abdomen and muscles followed. He still had no idea how much time passed in deep concentration. Each second meant his family would be worried more and more.
Especially upon Heimdall reporting what happened at Svartalfheim.
Once he stopped, there was only the cosmetic left. He still had to concentrate to hold his shape, or it threatened to break apart. His eyes went from an emerald glow to white sclera. The green irises appeared. Now that he had his eyes, he guided the omnidirectional vision to gather there. Seeing everything around him at once was wearing down on his mind.
The green strands of his hair faded to black.
He corrected the skin tone but stopped. Rather than the cream tone he had known all his life, the color he touted now was a deep blue. He frowned, thinking how this was possible.
He certainly did not care much about his Jotnar ancestry. It must be a subconscious effect on his desire to return to his original shape. Slowly, he switched the color.
Looking down, he rolled his eyes. Of course he forgot the most important part.
Once the mistake was rectified, willing clothes to appear was the easiest part of his work.
—
Asgard
He raised the Gungnir, blasting a hole through the chest of the cursed Dark Elf. It broke into flecks of seidr, only for another one to take its place.
"Tell the scholars to cut the power to the simulation rooms," he ordered. The Crimson Hawks surged forward, cutting through the enemy. The army of Jotnar, Dokkalfar, Aesir, and even the creatures of Muspelheim did not seem to have an end to it.
Thor leaped and struck the ground. The shockwave of concussive force and lightning dispelled dozens of enemies at once.
"At least they don't have seidr," Frigga commented, flowing like water behind a Jotnar, stabbing it through the neck.
"Yet they are endless," Odin replied, the golden beam tearing through enemies like paper.
Thor grunted, backhanding the head of a Dokkalfar warrior off. "We'll make do."
"I can tire you out through sheer numbers. Do you really think you will succeed?" The mocking imitation of his brother's voice called.
He grabbed a Jotun by the leg, slamming it into a Muspelheim demon. "If you were actually like my brother, you would know the answer to that."
—
Svartalfheim
Once he manifested his body, it was a matter of keeping himself from dissolving back into seidr. Seidr was like any other activity. Repeated enough times, the act became a habit.
His hunger made it difficult to focus.
He did not want food, but something. He could not describe it. He felt empty, as if a part of him was missing. His mind churned as to what it could be, which made the starvation worse.
It dawned on him when he gazed at the planet below. The explosion must have depleted a significant amount of his seidr. His cells would usually replace it over time, but currently, he did not have a body of flesh.
He needed more seidr, and figured out just how to acquire it.
He targeted a small asteroid, a remnant of the world he had just torn apart. The dead rock itself did not contain any seidr. He fired a burst at it, aiming to convert, not destroy. It was the purpose behind his research after all.
The particles struck the atoms, infecting them as a bacteria would a cell, and transformed them to seidr particles.
The conversion was slow, but each second made him feel fuller. The asteroid was small, which meant he would need a lot more.
—
Asgard
Frigga wove the spell to the power lines carrying seidr to the simulation rooms. The renegade holographic representation had spread its control everywhere, but the powerlines were a different matter. It did not possess the seidr to control them as well.
She disrupted the array with miniscule changes. The seidr surged forward, more than the line and the machines could handle. If they could not shut it down, she would fry the whole system.
A quarter of the forces assaulting her position disappeared in an instant and did not return.
"No!" the cheap copy of her son screamed. The remaining holograms increased the intensity of their attack as desperation settled in.
She repeated the spell, burning another line, leaving only two more to go.
Thor came down from the sky, striking into the middle of the enemy. The shockwave cracked stone like glass and bent metal akin to tin.
He did not stop, striking a Jotun into a group of Einherjar holograms. His hammer rippled, and he pivoted on heel, cutting a cursed soldier in half.
"Enough!" The holographic Loki's voice came, screaming with a high pitch like a petulant child. The remaining holograms broke into cubes, merging into one.
If there was one thing he learned regarding battle, it was to not wait like a fool while the enemy prepared. He summoned the thunder, darkening the skies of Asgard from one end to the other. He leapt, slamming Mjolnir on the enormous, growing cube.
It shattered into countless pieces, leaving nothing behind except a fading scream.
Frigga fried the last powerlines, causing every holographic enemy across the golden realm to disappear.
—
Odin kicked the door, tearing the thick, sliding door out of the wall and into the room. His guards were inside in a heartbeat, searching for the enemy.
The room was powered down, but this particular enemy proved to be elusive.
"Summon the scholars. I want certainty that the enemy is gone." They had been fooled once. He assumed the hologram would do as commanded, since it was a replica of his son, yet it had chosen to attack instead.
Theoric nodded, weapons still drawn.
The scholars were escorted inside, quickly diagnosing the system. When one of them sighed in relief, so did he. Now, they had to repair the damage done to the palace and punish the scholars responsible for this mess.
"At least there were no casualties." Odin thought, dispelling his armor.
—
In the next chapter:
When he finally returned to Asgard, it was to his hidden little laboratory beneath the palace. He made it outside, only for several guards to rush at him with weapons drawn.
He flicked his hand, sending the guards flying away.
"I hope you have a good explanation for your actions, or I will not wait for my father's verdict to kill you," he said. He brought his left hand behind him, feeling it start to unravel.
"My prince, is it really you?" the one who charged at him first asked, sheathing his weapons.
"Yes, who else?"
"Please forgive us. The simulation room went out of control. A replica of yours took control and started attacking everyone."
Curious about the next chapter? Please consider supporting me on Patreon.
If you enjoy my stories, you can read up to 15 chapters in advance per story on my Patreon page / patreon.com/Samael61.
Do you like Loki's creations, dangerous experiments, and willingness to challenge enemies that appear above his league? Then you will definitely like Thairon, the protagonist of my original story, Arrival : Ruptures. Comments, likes and reviews are appreciated. Here are the links for : AO3, Spacebattles, Royal Road and Webnovel.
—
Svartalfheim
He snapped into awareness like the sound of a whip. He wanted to take a deep breath to get oxygen into his blood, yet the usual motion to inhale did not produce the expected results.
He remembered the moment where he succeeded in creating a new particle. One that would give him control over matter.
Then a flash of emerald and nothing more.
He could see, hear, and feel, yet trying to move was akin to attempting to swim through syrup.
Clearing his mind, he finally understood why.
He was nothing more than a cloud of seidr over Svartalfheim. The side of the planet where he was conducting the latest step in his research was gone, exposing the inner layers of the planet, right down to the core.
He felt relieved that no one lived down there anymore.
But his current state turned his mind blank. He couldn't form a thought. The cloud that he had become reflected his mind, going unnaturally still. He tried to breathe instinctively to force himself to think.
What allowed him to finally recover his wits was the thought of his family. He had to get back to them, and it would not be as a cloud of seidr.
"Since I am not dead, I should be able to control this situation."
He could feel every part of the cloud. His consciousness had been spread out, but not destroyed. If he could concentrate the seidr back into his own shape, he could be out of here.
He pulled at the edges. The cloud contorted before springing back. He tried again and again, achieving a greater degree of success each time. It was like training a muscle he never had before. The more he worked it, the stronger it got.
Sighing mentally, he got to work.
—
His perception of time was skewed. The only sights before him were the wrecked planet and the stars. Neither offered him a way to see how much time had passed. He could have been working for weeks or months.
In the end, he managed to pull the cloud into a roughly Aesir-shaped state. A boxy, curveless appearance with thick limbs and no details—he wondered if that was what the Celestials looked like inside their armor.
He had no intention of ever wearing one.
He started small. The outer layer of his body, the dense concentration of seidr particles that enveloped the rest like a blanket, squeezed tighter at his command.
First was his right arm.
It was far more difficult than pulling himself back into the overall shape. It required precision, not power. He pushed on the middle for the elbow, separating the end of his arm into five parts to create fingers. Knuckles and fingers followed.
Keeping one arm in exact shape while trying to reshape the other proved difficult. Splitting his attention even for a second caused it to waver and spread like spilled water. He had to fix it first, which caused another part of his body to lose its shape.
With each countless attempt, it became easier.
—
Asgard
Odin entered the hall of healing.
Heimdall was on the Soul Forge but awake this time.
"Heimdall, how do you fare?" he asked. Eir's report on the Gatekeeper's state made him hopeful for a swift recovery.
"My king, I am well." Heimdall attempted to rise, but a very pointed cough from Eir forced him to lay down. "How long have I been unconscious?"
He grasped Heimdall's shoulders, squeezing slightly. "A week. We had worried you had been attacked to lower Asgard's defenses."
Yet no attack had come on any realm.
Heimdall shook his head. "No, it was not an attack. There was a violent explosion on Svartalfheim. The energy latched onto my sight, and I do not remember the rest."
"Svartalfheim?" Odin's one good eye slightly widened. "What could have happened in that dead world?"
There was only one artifact he knew that was hidden there. If the Aether was targeted….
"I do not know."
Odin turned to the healer. "What of his eyes?"
"They are healing. We will be able to remove the covers soon."
"Good. I shall leave you in Eir's capable hands, Heimdall. Rest for now."
"Yes, my king."
—
"Svartalfheim?" Thor asked, eyebrows raising. What had his brother done now?
"Indeed." Odin smiled. He was delighted to see his eldest understand the gravity of the situation. "Tell the Einherjar to stand down."
"Understood, Father."
"Could it be the Aether?" Frigga asked.
His lips pursed. "That is my concern as well."
Husband and wife waited in silent contemplation. A guard entered, saluting.
"My king, Prince Loki has returned."
"Where is he?" With Loki here, they might be able to deduce whomever was responsible for the commotion at Svartalfheim.
"In the throne room."
—
"My son, you have finally returned," Frigga said, holding her youngest son's hands. Though, she frowned, noticing how cold they were.
Her son smiled. "Father, Mother, apologies for my absence."
"Perhaps you should not sever all communications next time?" Odin asked with a light tone.
There was no assault on the Nine Realms this time, yet it would not always be so.
"As you wish," Loki bowed.
Frigga sought her son's seidr, frowning. She was distracted when her eldest walked into the throne room.
"Thor, have you told the Einherjar to stand down?" Odin asked. They would have to depart for the realm of the Dark Elves once Heimdall could report, but for now, there was no need to keep the soldiers on alert.
"Yes, I have."
Loki held out his arms, taking a step towards Thor. "Brother, how have you been while I was gone?"
Thor blinked at the question. He approached Loki, peering down at his brother. Loki tilted his head. He could not react quick enough to the hammer striking his face, sending him flying off.
"I do not know what you are, but you are not my brother, imposter," he growled, lightning dancing on Mjolnir.
"What?" Odin raised Gungnir, one eye on Loki. "Explain yourself."
"I would recognize my brother anywhere. This is not him," he declared, pointing at the pretender with Mjolnir.
The imposter chuckled, rising while dusting himself. "How observant of you." Odin was about to demand answers when guards barged through the door, charging at Loki. "There he is! Stop him."
"Enough," he raised his voice. The golden room fell still with the Einherjar surrounding Loki, or whomever it was that pretended to be his son.
"You, stay put," he growled, spear pointing at the entity taking his son's face. One wrong move, and he would reduce him to ashes.
"Explain," he demanded from the guards.
"My king," a young scholar stepped forward, heaving for breath, "we have been using the simulation room to create a personality of Prince Loki in order to receive his advice on seidr craft research. We made the personality too intelligent by mistake, and it took over the room before escaping."
Odin blinked. Now that he looked closer, the seidr emanating from the imposter was too mechanical and unfeeling compared to his son.
"So you are Loki, just a simulated copy?" Frigga said. She wondered at the bond between her sons for Thor to realize this was not the real Loki, which even she and her husband could not.
"Correct enough," the hologram said, a lopsided grin on his face.
Odin took a breath. "Return control of the machine and dispel yourself," he ordered at the holographic facsimile of his youngest.
"Why? Too afraid to do it yourself?" the copy winked. The guards raised their weapons, ready to strike it down.
Odin tapped Gungnir on the ground. "Now."
The fake Loki raised his hands and broke into seidr particles.
"Secure the room and ensure there are no more issues," he ordered the scholar, waving her and the guards away.
"Yes, my king." The throne room was vacant once again, leaving only the three members of the royal family.
"I never imagined those rooms could produce something such as this." He shook his head.
"I remember Loki putting restraints on the system. The scholars must have deactivated them." At the time, he did not understand why it was necessary.
Now, he did.
"Well done," Frigga praised. "Even we had not realized something was wrong until the last second."
"He is my brother."
A brief smile tugged at Odin's lips. "Yes, now if only he were to return."
—
Svartalfheim
He had finally done it.
Pressing, pulling, and squeezing, he had finally merged the cloud into an exact replica of his body shape. Which left him to handle the finer details.
A small lump grew out of the center of his face; three lines, one beneath the lump and two above it, appeared.
The lines split apart, revealing the brighter shade of emerald inside. Two holes opened beneath the lump. His eyelashes grew next, then eyebrows, and then hair.
Each one crafted with painstaking details so he could be himself once more.
Knuckles, the imperfections on his skin, the bodily hair, and his toned abdomen and muscles followed. He still had no idea how much time passed in deep concentration. Each second meant his family would be worried more and more.
Especially upon Heimdall reporting what happened at Svartalfheim.
Once he stopped, there was only the cosmetic left. He still had to concentrate to hold his shape, or it threatened to break apart. His eyes went from an emerald glow to white sclera. The green irises appeared. Now that he had his eyes, he guided the omnidirectional vision to gather there. Seeing everything around him at once was wearing down on his mind.
The green strands of his hair faded to black.
He corrected the skin tone but stopped. Rather than the cream tone he had known all his life, the color he touted now was a deep blue. He frowned, thinking how this was possible.
He certainly did not care much about his Jotnar ancestry. It must be a subconscious effect on his desire to return to his original shape. Slowly, he switched the color.
Looking down, he rolled his eyes. Of course he forgot the most important part.
Once the mistake was rectified, willing clothes to appear was the easiest part of his work.
—
Asgard
He raised the Gungnir, blasting a hole through the chest of the cursed Dark Elf. It broke into flecks of seidr, only for another one to take its place.
"Tell the scholars to cut the power to the simulation rooms," he ordered. The Crimson Hawks surged forward, cutting through the enemy. The army of Jotnar, Dokkalfar, Aesir, and even the creatures of Muspelheim did not seem to have an end to it.
Thor leaped and struck the ground. The shockwave of concussive force and lightning dispelled dozens of enemies at once.
"At least they don't have seidr," Frigga commented, flowing like water behind a Jotnar, stabbing it through the neck.
"Yet they are endless," Odin replied, the golden beam tearing through enemies like paper.
Thor grunted, backhanding the head of a Dokkalfar warrior off. "We'll make do."
"I can tire you out through sheer numbers. Do you really think you will succeed?" The mocking imitation of his brother's voice called.
He grabbed a Jotun by the leg, slamming it into a Muspelheim demon. "If you were actually like my brother, you would know the answer to that."
—
Svartalfheim
Once he manifested his body, it was a matter of keeping himself from dissolving back into seidr. Seidr was like any other activity. Repeated enough times, the act became a habit.
His hunger made it difficult to focus.
He did not want food, but something. He could not describe it. He felt empty, as if a part of him was missing. His mind churned as to what it could be, which made the starvation worse.
It dawned on him when he gazed at the planet below. The explosion must have depleted a significant amount of his seidr. His cells would usually replace it over time, but currently, he did not have a body of flesh.
He needed more seidr, and figured out just how to acquire it.
He targeted a small asteroid, a remnant of the world he had just torn apart. The dead rock itself did not contain any seidr. He fired a burst at it, aiming to convert, not destroy. It was the purpose behind his research after all.
The particles struck the atoms, infecting them as a bacteria would a cell, and transformed them to seidr particles.
The conversion was slow, but each second made him feel fuller. The asteroid was small, which meant he would need a lot more.
—
Asgard
Frigga wove the spell to the power lines carrying seidr to the simulation rooms. The renegade holographic representation had spread its control everywhere, but the powerlines were a different matter. It did not possess the seidr to control them as well.
She disrupted the array with miniscule changes. The seidr surged forward, more than the line and the machines could handle. If they could not shut it down, she would fry the whole system.
A quarter of the forces assaulting her position disappeared in an instant and did not return.
"No!" the cheap copy of her son screamed. The remaining holograms increased the intensity of their attack as desperation settled in.
She repeated the spell, burning another line, leaving only two more to go.
Thor came down from the sky, striking into the middle of the enemy. The shockwave cracked stone like glass and bent metal akin to tin.
He did not stop, striking a Jotun into a group of Einherjar holograms. His hammer rippled, and he pivoted on heel, cutting a cursed soldier in half.
"Enough!" The holographic Loki's voice came, screaming with a high pitch like a petulant child. The remaining holograms broke into cubes, merging into one.
If there was one thing he learned regarding battle, it was to not wait like a fool while the enemy prepared. He summoned the thunder, darkening the skies of Asgard from one end to the other. He leapt, slamming Mjolnir on the enormous, growing cube.
It shattered into countless pieces, leaving nothing behind except a fading scream.
Frigga fried the last powerlines, causing every holographic enemy across the golden realm to disappear.
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Odin kicked the door, tearing the thick, sliding door out of the wall and into the room. His guards were inside in a heartbeat, searching for the enemy.
The room was powered down, but this particular enemy proved to be elusive.
"Summon the scholars. I want certainty that the enemy is gone." They had been fooled once. He assumed the hologram would do as commanded, since it was a replica of his son, yet it had chosen to attack instead.
Theoric nodded, weapons still drawn.
The scholars were escorted inside, quickly diagnosing the system. When one of them sighed in relief, so did he. Now, they had to repair the damage done to the palace and punish the scholars responsible for this mess.
"At least there were no casualties." Odin thought, dispelling his armor.
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When he finally returned to Asgard, it was to his hidden little laboratory beneath the palace. He made it outside, only for several guards to rush at him with weapons drawn.
He flicked his hand, sending the guards flying away.
"I hope you have a good explanation for your actions, or I will not wait for my father's verdict to kill you," he said. He brought his left hand behind him, feeling it start to unravel.
"My prince, is it really you?" the one who charged at him first asked, sheathing his weapons.
"Yes, who else?"
"Please forgive us. The simulation room went out of control. A replica of yours took control and started attacking everyone."
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MinmaxedMr.Hyde
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Oh shit a Galactus is happening
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And now we wait.....
And wait....
I cannot.. I need to know what happens...
And wait....
I cannot.. I need to know what happens...
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Should be fine as long as he gets the power infinite stone. That can just act as an endless battery for him. In fact he could probably get by with the space stone too.
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The Power Stone is what caused Galactus in
some comics runs.
Not a good idea.
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I thought Galactus caused himself?
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I believe the story goes he was a scientist fucking with the Power Stone and shit happened.
But I also honestly don't remember, need to go over his Wiki again.
Edit: twas wrong ignore my stupid ass.
But I also honestly don't remember, need to go over his Wiki again.
Edit: twas wrong ignore my stupid ass.
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Huh, not too sure what's going on with Loki, but nothing too good. Also, gotta love Thor just immediately knowing that's not his brother. Love that trope. Looking forward to more.
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Guy...Me, too, girl!
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Thanks for the chapter