The Celestial God - MCU Self Insert(Kinda Complete)
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Thor lifts his hand from the now fully charged Godbomb, and picks it up. Turning it over, he feels for the magic within it, and hands it to his great grandfather Buri, or as he used to know him, Tiwaz the Sorcerer.
Taking the bomb in his hands, Buri asks, "The energy looks enough to completely destroy the Yggdrasil, but will it be enough to kill the bastards above?"
Nodding self assuredly, Thor answers, "Yes. The Godbomb will kill the Gods Above Gods, and us with them. Along with that, it'll use the Energy of the Space Stone, as well as the Magic of the Yggdrasil, and destroy all 10 Realms. Everything connected to the Yggdrasil will be destroyed completely."
"Good, good. You realize that we will have to carry our tasks at the same time, right?" Buri asks, looking at Thor with concern in his eyes.
While Buri had the job of stalling the Gods Above Gods, and making sure the Godbomb explodes, Thor's job was to destroy the Tapestry of Fate, at the same time. One second off, and another version of the Gods Above Gods will realize what has happened, and take over for their brethren.
Thor opens his eyes, for the first time since returning to Asgard, showing Buri glowing blue orbs in place of his eyes, and says, "I know my fate, Tiwaz. But I also know, that what comes after us, is something we have always strived to achieve."
"So.. this Bomb will not stop the rebirth of Asgard then. Well then, what did you see in our future?" Buri asks, curious about it.
Smiling, Thor says, "I saw an Odin, who saw his own faults, a Loki who was more mischievous than evil, a Thor, who was free to decide his own fate, and Theos, to help guide them all. There will be wars, grandfather, a lot of them. But then, we will have peace. My fellow Jordson will ensure it."
"Odin who saw his own faults? I'll believe it when I see it." Buri mumbles, making Thor chuckle.
Picking Mjolnir from the ground, he says, "Be careful, grandfather. Don't play with them too much. They're still too dangerous as enemies to anger."
"You going somewhere, boy?" Buri asks, as he starts removing his armour.
Nodding, Thor says, "Aye. A couple of my old enemies are looking for the Vault. My brother, Loki, is stalling them, but he won't be enough to defeat them both alone. After that, it is off to the Tapestry of Fate."
Now bare chested, Buri nods, and says, "The Norns are dead anyway. You know who's responsible, don't you? He's coming here. I can smell him flying towards us."
Thor says nothing, but nods, and teleports away from the warded room. Shaking his head, Buri returns to the Godbomb. Taking it in his hand, Buri places it on his chest, and with a gentle push, buries it deep within his chest, right inside his heart.
He rubs his chest to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling, and puts his armour back on. Placing his hand, palm up, on the table in front of him, he sees the fights happening all around the Realms, and says, "I have cherished our moments together, Asgard. Alas, Death comes for everyone. And now, tis time for me to die. Goodbye."
With a small sigh, Buri activates the Space Stone on his ring, and teleports inside the Hall of the Gods Above Gods.
"Hello my bastard grandsons. Ready to die?" Buri says, grinning at his hateful descendants from another Universe. 'I am going to enjoy this more than I'm supposed to.' He thinks.
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As Loki teleports in front of the doors that lead to the Vault, he turns around, and waits. The Vault contained anything that Asgard found. Things that Odin found interesting, dangerous, or felt envious about, everything ended up in the Vault.
And it was Odin that stole the things. Bor was just interested in killing everything that comes in his way.
The Eternal Flames, stolen from Muspelheim, the Casket of Ancient Winters, stolen from Jotunheim, the Blood of Ymir, and a lot of interesting things were kept here. At one point, even Thor's hammer, Mjolnir was in the Vault, when Thor was unable to lift it.
Cutting off Loki's musings, he hears the sound of footsteps, but instead of the one person he expected to hear, Loki hears two distinct sounds, of two different pairs of feet.
Loki sighs, and mumbles, "Great. Just my luck. As if Algrim wasn't strong enough on his own."
Proving his fears correct, the people that walk through the Hall Loki was currently present in, were Algrim, as he expected, and Ulik the Rock Troll, someone he did not expect.
"Laufeyson." Ulik sneers stopping about a dozen feet away from Loki, with Algrim the Kurse staying silent.
But then again, the Dark Elf wasn't a person to talk too much. The only words he had ever heard from the Kurse's mouth were 'Kill' and 'Thor'. That too in the same sentences.
Smirking at Ulik, Loki asks, "You're here alone, Ulik? Did your fellow Trolls abandon you for another ruler? A particular Uru monster perhaps?"
Ulik scowls angrily, and says, "They will get their comeuppance, and so will Uroc. And why are you here alone? Did the Aesir not trust a Jotun like you to fight on their side?"
"On the contrary, my ugly friend, I am the one that you need to kill before you are allowed to take a single step through this door." Loki says, and summons his favourite two daggers in his hands.
Ulik scowls, but before he can say anything Kurse growls loudly, and begins stomping towards Loki. Ulik just stays behind to see the entertainment. Either Loki will gain the upper hand, and kick the Dark Elf's butt, or Kurse will prove his strength, and bring pain to the Jotun-Aesir. It's a win-win situation for him.
Loki practically sees the thought process occurring in the primitive mind of the Rock Troll, and rolls his eyes. As the Kurse stomps towards him, Loki creates a few illusions to confuse the brute.
It works, and Kurse begins slapping at the multitude of illusions. Two would appear when one would be destroyed, making Kurse even angrier. Some illusions dodge the attacks, making Kurse think that it was the real Loki, but nothing he does works in harming Loki.
Knowing that his Asgardian Steel blades won't penetrate the enchanted armour of Kurse, Loki tries something else. He tries to create a teleportation portal, like the one Theos does.
Usually, when Loki teleports, it is by using his own magic to teleport himself, and anyone he's touching, to places he intimately knows. Theos's portals can send anyone, even those not touching him, to anywhere he's seen before.
But, since Loki hasn't tried it before, he has to prepare the spell slowly, use his Magic to feel what the end result will be.
Ulik, who was enjoying Kurse making a fool out of himself, suddenly snaps to attention, making an invisible Loki wary. Ulik was getting annoyed at being ignored, and so, in a proper Rock Troll fashion, Ulik slams the club in his hand, down on the ground, using his full strength.
Now, Ulik wasn't in any way weak. In fact, he was just a little bit weaker than Thor, before his recent ascendency, and definitely stronger than Loki. And the only reason Uroc had even managed to usurp Ulik's place as the King of Rock Trolls, was that he was literally made of Uru.
So, a full strength hit by the club of Ulik the Rock troll, meant that the ground underneath his feet was destroyed, sending large chunks of rock everywhere. One such rock of Gold hits Kurse on his face, sending him stumbling backwards.
Loki curses to himself, seeing that the illusions were all destroyed by the debris, and stays invisible. Making another illusion as a substitute, Loki continues his work on the spell, manipulating his magic to its extent.
The illusion says, "So.. decided to finally prove your Dishonor. Honestly, interfering between a fight between two honest gentlemem. How low can you Rock Trolls go?"
Ulik sneers, and says, "As if there's anything Honourable or gentlemanly about you. And I needed to get rid of those pesky illusions anyway."
The illusion smirks, and says, "Well, too late for that now."
And before he can say anything, Ulik gets punched in the face by a furious Algrim. The strength of the blow is enough that it sends Ulik flying back, sans a few teeth.
Kurse snarls, "Betrayal!" and stomps his way towards the fallen Ulik.
'Well.. this is just fabulous, and for once, I'm not being sarcastic.' Loki says to himself and begins working harder on the teleportation spell.
Wincing at another punch that sends Ulik flying, Loki finally perks up, having done with his work. He points his palms towards Kurse, who was using Ulik like a club, fitting punishment for a Rock Troll, and commands, "Begone!"
Almost immediately, a soft green portal forms behind the duo, and pulls them through. The other side shows the top of an ignited volcano, in Muspelheim. Almost as soon as the two enemies of Asgard are thrown through the portal, gravity does it's work, sending Kurse and Ulik down into the lava.
Loki breathes a sigh of relief, seeing both Ulik and Kurse fall into the lava. Tired beyond belief, Loki drops down on the ground, the portal slowly closing. Unfortunately, he lets his guard down too early, and the portal was too slow in its closing.
Kurse, wearing his Enchanted armour, survives the heat of a Muspelheim Volcano. Now enraged, this time directed at Loki, Kurse shouts in anger, and jumps up towards the portal, with speed beguiling his size.
Loki closes his eyes, bracing for his death by the hands of Kurse. However, the expected death blow does not come.
Not feeling Kurse's blade hit him, Loki slowly opens his eyes, almost afraid of what he would find. The portal he had created was already closed. And there, in front of him, was Kurse, just like he expected.
However, unlike what he expected, Kurse wasn't alone, and neither was he moving.
Thor was floating in the air, Mjolnir on his belt, and his old axe, Jarnbjorn in his one hand. The other hand, meanwhile, held Kurse by the neck. Just by looking, Loki could tell that Kurse was frozen by magic.
Looking at the terrified eyes of the Kurse, Loki lays down on his back, in relief, and says, "Never before have I felt so thankful for your presence, Thor."
Thor chuckles, and with a single swipe by his axe Jarnbjorn, he cuts off the head of Kurse, finally killing the second most dangerous Dark Elf.
He says, "You had it handled, brother. However I'd rather you didn't die while choking on your own blood."
"I'm not your brother." Loki mumbles, too tired to yell his usual argument.
Thor laughs, unexpectedly, and says, "Aye, by blood you aren't. But by everything else that matters, Loki, you are my brother. And I hope, that one day, you feel the same about me."
Loki just waves his hands, so Thor adds, "I should leave now. More enemies to take care of. Rest, brother. You did well. I'm proud of you."
I'm proud of you. How long had Loki waited to hear those words from his brother, or his father? More than he cab count, that's for sure. His mother was the only one that showed her love for him, and she actually was proud of him.
But now, Loki can add Thor to that small list. Loki smiles, as Thor flies away from the Hall, and rests his eyes. He was tired beyond belief.
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Odin, who was busy wrestling his adopted son's son, Fenrir the wolf, suddenly punches him away and looks beyond the wolf. There, standing in all it's glory, was the army of Helheim. The Dead.
And right in the front of the entire army, carrying his twin axes, was his father. The only King of Asgard to die a dishonourable Death. Bor Burison.
"ODIN!" Bor yells, angered at the betrayal of his son, felt just before his death.
Odin does not hesitate, and immediately blows his horn, summoning the mighty army of Valhalla, from their rest, to fight against the dishonourable army of Hela.
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A few minutes before that, as Thor was leaving to help Loki, Theos turns around to attack an invisible enemy with a simple magical spell.
The spell that was fired from his hand, travels along the Bifrost at untold speeds, and meets a magical shield halfway. The spell, instead of just stopping harmlessly, explodes upon contact with the shield, sending his invisible enemies flying back.
As they become visible again, Theos smiles, looking at the fairly attractive blonde woman, and the bald headed brute beside her.
"Amora, and Skurge. Guess that answers which side of the war you're on." Theos says, preparing himself for a fight with two competent enemies.
Meanwhile, an invisible Hela, even to the senses of Heimdall and Theos, waits for her chance to attack, while her allies distract the more dangerous enemy.
'Soon. Destruction shall be mine, and Hela shall rule over the Nine Realms!'
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Thor lifts his hand from the now fully charged Godbomb, and picks it up. Turning it over, he feels for the magic within it, and hands it to his great grandfather Buri, or as he used to know him, Tiwaz the Sorcerer.
Taking the bomb in his hands, Buri asks, "The energy looks enough to completely destroy the Yggdrasil, but will it be enough to kill the bastards above?"
Nodding self assuredly, Thor answers, "Yes. The Godbomb will kill the Gods Above Gods, and us with them. Along with that, it'll use the Energy of the Space Stone, as well as the Magic of the Yggdrasil, and destroy all 10 Realms. Everything connected to the Yggdrasil will be destroyed completely."
"Good, good. You realize that we will have to carry our tasks at the same time, right?" Buri asks, looking at Thor with concern in his eyes.
While Buri had the job of stalling the Gods Above Gods, and making sure the Godbomb explodes, Thor's job was to destroy the Tapestry of Fate, at the same time. One second off, and another version of the Gods Above Gods will realize what has happened, and take over for their brethren.
Thor opens his eyes, for the first time since returning to Asgard, showing Buri glowing blue orbs in place of his eyes, and says, "I know my fate, Tiwaz. But I also know, that what comes after us, is something we have always strived to achieve."
"So.. this Bomb will not stop the rebirth of Asgard then. Well then, what did you see in our future?" Buri asks, curious about it.
Smiling, Thor says, "I saw an Odin, who saw his own faults, a Loki who was more mischievous than evil, a Thor, who was free to decide his own fate, and Theos, to help guide them all. There will be wars, grandfather, a lot of them. But then, we will have peace. My fellow Jordson will ensure it."
"Odin who saw his own faults? I'll believe it when I see it." Buri mumbles, making Thor chuckle.
Picking Mjolnir from the ground, he says, "Be careful, grandfather. Don't play with them too much. They're still too dangerous as enemies to anger."
"You going somewhere, boy?" Buri asks, as he starts removing his armour.
Nodding, Thor says, "Aye. A couple of my old enemies are looking for the Vault. My brother, Loki, is stalling them, but he won't be enough to defeat them both alone. After that, it is off to the Tapestry of Fate."
Now bare chested, Buri nods, and says, "The Norns are dead anyway. You know who's responsible, don't you? He's coming here. I can smell him flying towards us."
Thor says nothing, but nods, and teleports away from the warded room. Shaking his head, Buri returns to the Godbomb. Taking it in his hand, Buri places it on his chest, and with a gentle push, buries it deep within his chest, right inside his heart.
He rubs his chest to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling, and puts his armour back on. Placing his hand, palm up, on the table in front of him, he sees the fights happening all around the Realms, and says, "I have cherished our moments together, Asgard. Alas, Death comes for everyone. And now, tis time for me to die. Goodbye."
With a small sigh, Buri activates the Space Stone on his ring, and teleports inside the Hall of the Gods Above Gods.
"Hello my bastard grandsons. Ready to die?" Buri says, grinning at his hateful descendants from another Universe. 'I am going to enjoy this more than I'm supposed to.' He thinks.
~
As Loki teleports in front of the doors that lead to the Vault, he turns around, and waits. The Vault contained anything that Asgard found. Things that Odin found interesting, dangerous, or felt envious about, everything ended up in the Vault.
And it was Odin that stole the things. Bor was just interested in killing everything that comes in his way.
The Eternal Flames, stolen from Muspelheim, the Casket of Ancient Winters, stolen from Jotunheim, the Blood of Ymir, and a lot of interesting things were kept here. At one point, even Thor's hammer, Mjolnir was in the Vault, when Thor was unable to lift it.
Cutting off Loki's musings, he hears the sound of footsteps, but instead of the one person he expected to hear, Loki hears two distinct sounds, of two different pairs of feet.
Loki sighs, and mumbles, "Great. Just my luck. As if Algrim wasn't strong enough on his own."
Proving his fears correct, the people that walk through the Hall Loki was currently present in, were Algrim, as he expected, and Ulik the Rock Troll, someone he did not expect.
"Laufeyson." Ulik sneers stopping about a dozen feet away from Loki, with Algrim the Kurse staying silent.
But then again, the Dark Elf wasn't a person to talk too much. The only words he had ever heard from the Kurse's mouth were 'Kill' and 'Thor'. That too in the same sentences.
Smirking at Ulik, Loki asks, "You're here alone, Ulik? Did your fellow Trolls abandon you for another ruler? A particular Uru monster perhaps?"
Ulik scowls angrily, and says, "They will get their comeuppance, and so will Uroc. And why are you here alone? Did the Aesir not trust a Jotun like you to fight on their side?"
"On the contrary, my ugly friend, I am the one that you need to kill before you are allowed to take a single step through this door." Loki says, and summons his favourite two daggers in his hands.
Ulik scowls, but before he can say anything Kurse growls loudly, and begins stomping towards Loki. Ulik just stays behind to see the entertainment. Either Loki will gain the upper hand, and kick the Dark Elf's butt, or Kurse will prove his strength, and bring pain to the Jotun-Aesir. It's a win-win situation for him.
Loki practically sees the thought process occurring in the primitive mind of the Rock Troll, and rolls his eyes. As the Kurse stomps towards him, Loki creates a few illusions to confuse the brute.
It works, and Kurse begins slapping at the multitude of illusions. Two would appear when one would be destroyed, making Kurse even angrier. Some illusions dodge the attacks, making Kurse think that it was the real Loki, but nothing he does works in harming Loki.
Knowing that his Asgardian Steel blades won't penetrate the enchanted armour of Kurse, Loki tries something else. He tries to create a teleportation portal, like the one Theos does.
Usually, when Loki teleports, it is by using his own magic to teleport himself, and anyone he's touching, to places he intimately knows. Theos's portals can send anyone, even those not touching him, to anywhere he's seen before.
But, since Loki hasn't tried it before, he has to prepare the spell slowly, use his Magic to feel what the end result will be.
Ulik, who was enjoying Kurse making a fool out of himself, suddenly snaps to attention, making an invisible Loki wary. Ulik was getting annoyed at being ignored, and so, in a proper Rock Troll fashion, Ulik slams the club in his hand, down on the ground, using his full strength.
Now, Ulik wasn't in any way weak. In fact, he was just a little bit weaker than Thor, before his recent ascendency, and definitely stronger than Loki. And the only reason Uroc had even managed to usurp Ulik's place as the King of Rock Trolls, was that he was literally made of Uru.
So, a full strength hit by the club of Ulik the Rock troll, meant that the ground underneath his feet was destroyed, sending large chunks of rock everywhere. One such rock of Gold hits Kurse on his face, sending him stumbling backwards.
Loki curses to himself, seeing that the illusions were all destroyed by the debris, and stays invisible. Making another illusion as a substitute, Loki continues his work on the spell, manipulating his magic to its extent.
The illusion says, "So.. decided to finally prove your Dishonor. Honestly, interfering between a fight between two honest gentlemem. How low can you Rock Trolls go?"
Ulik sneers, and says, "As if there's anything Honourable or gentlemanly about you. And I needed to get rid of those pesky illusions anyway."
The illusion smirks, and says, "Well, too late for that now."
And before he can say anything, Ulik gets punched in the face by a furious Algrim. The strength of the blow is enough that it sends Ulik flying back, sans a few teeth.
Kurse snarls, "Betrayal!" and stomps his way towards the fallen Ulik.
'Well.. this is just fabulous, and for once, I'm not being sarcastic.' Loki says to himself and begins working harder on the teleportation spell.
Wincing at another punch that sends Ulik flying, Loki finally perks up, having done with his work. He points his palms towards Kurse, who was using Ulik like a club, fitting punishment for a Rock Troll, and commands, "Begone!"
Almost immediately, a soft green portal forms behind the duo, and pulls them through. The other side shows the top of an ignited volcano, in Muspelheim. Almost as soon as the two enemies of Asgard are thrown through the portal, gravity does it's work, sending Kurse and Ulik down into the lava.
Loki breathes a sigh of relief, seeing both Ulik and Kurse fall into the lava. Tired beyond belief, Loki drops down on the ground, the portal slowly closing. Unfortunately, he lets his guard down too early, and the portal was too slow in its closing.
Kurse, wearing his Enchanted armour, survives the heat of a Muspelheim Volcano. Now enraged, this time directed at Loki, Kurse shouts in anger, and jumps up towards the portal, with speed beguiling his size.
Loki closes his eyes, bracing for his death by the hands of Kurse. However, the expected death blow does not come.
Not feeling Kurse's blade hit him, Loki slowly opens his eyes, almost afraid of what he would find. The portal he had created was already closed. And there, in front of him, was Kurse, just like he expected.
However, unlike what he expected, Kurse wasn't alone, and neither was he moving.
Thor was floating in the air, Mjolnir on his belt, and his old axe, Jarnbjorn in his one hand. The other hand, meanwhile, held Kurse by the neck. Just by looking, Loki could tell that Kurse was frozen by magic.
Looking at the terrified eyes of the Kurse, Loki lays down on his back, in relief, and says, "Never before have I felt so thankful for your presence, Thor."
Thor chuckles, and with a single swipe by his axe Jarnbjorn, he cuts off the head of Kurse, finally killing the second most dangerous Dark Elf.
He says, "You had it handled, brother. However I'd rather you didn't die while choking on your own blood."
"I'm not your brother." Loki mumbles, too tired to yell his usual argument.
Thor laughs, unexpectedly, and says, "Aye, by blood you aren't. But by everything else that matters, Loki, you are my brother. And I hope, that one day, you feel the same about me."
Loki just waves his hands, so Thor adds, "I should leave now. More enemies to take care of. Rest, brother. You did well. I'm proud of you."
I'm proud of you. How long had Loki waited to hear those words from his brother, or his father? More than he cab count, that's for sure. His mother was the only one that showed her love for him, and she actually was proud of him.
But now, Loki can add Thor to that small list. Loki smiles, as Thor flies away from the Hall, and rests his eyes. He was tired beyond belief.
~
Odin, who was busy wrestling his adopted son's son, Fenrir the wolf, suddenly punches him away and looks beyond the wolf. There, standing in all it's glory, was the army of Helheim. The Dead.
And right in the front of the entire army, carrying his twin axes, was his father. The only King of Asgard to die a dishonourable Death. Bor Burison.
"ODIN!" Bor yells, angered at the betrayal of his son, felt just before his death.
Odin does not hesitate, and immediately blows his horn, summoning the mighty army of Valhalla, from their rest, to fight against the dishonourable army of Hela.
~
A few minutes before that, as Thor was leaving to help Loki, Theos turns around to attack an invisible enemy with a simple magical spell.
The spell that was fired from his hand, travels along the Bifrost at untold speeds, and meets a magical shield halfway. The spell, instead of just stopping harmlessly, explodes upon contact with the shield, sending his invisible enemies flying back.
As they become visible again, Theos smiles, looking at the fairly attractive blonde woman, and the bald headed brute beside her.
"Amora, and Skurge. Guess that answers which side of the war you're on." Theos says, preparing himself for a fight with two competent enemies.
Meanwhile, an invisible Hela, even to the senses of Heimdall and Theos, waits for her chance to attack, while her allies distract the more dangerous enemy.
'Soon. Destruction shall be mine, and Hela shall rule over the Nine Realms!'
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Ch 74: Twelve
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After advising Heimdall to stay vigilant, I turn around and look towards the Bifrost Bridge. The bridge was several miles long, leading from the Observatory to the Royal Palace, with just a few stops in between.
The teleportation spell that I felt being cast, dropped it's caster and other two allies at the point where land met Bifrost. However, while all three of the enemies were invisible, one of them was hidden even from me.
I just knew they existed here, somewhere, but I couldn't tell anyone exactly where they are. Which is concerning, to be honest.
Seeing the two invisible beings walk towards me, I point my fist towards them, and fire a magic spell at them. The spell travels at multiple times the speed of sound, and crashes into a Magical shield spell cast by the Magician of the group.
Thankfully, I had already expected it, and cast the spell with that thought in mind. The spell explodes on the shield, sending two now visible beings flying back.
The male, a 7'5, bald headed one, drops down on one knee, and uses an axe, digging it in Bifrost, to keep himself on the Bifrost, while the female one casts some sort of spell to make herself float just a few steps behind herself.
"Amora, and Skurge. Guess that answers which side of the war you're on." I say, preparing myself for a fight with two very competent enemies.
Amora and Skurge. Lovers, allies, and both of them enemies of Thor. One a witch of phenomenal strength, enough that she is called The Enchantress, while the other is a physical fighter with the strength equal to that of a Storm Giant.
Amora looks me over, and says, "The Jordson. You should not have interfered in our goals, child. Ragnarok is none of your business."
As she floats down, back towards the Bifrost, Skurge joins her by her side, dwarfing her 5'10 with his 7'5 height completely, and grunts, hefting his Bloodaxe on his shoulder.
I look them both over, doing my best not to pause on her amazing body, and say, "Well, this is actually my business. Asgard and I had a deal, you see."
"What deal?" Amora asks, tilting her head, as her fingers start twitching. So she's stalling for time.
I smile, and say, "The deal was related to Nunya, Enchantress."
"Nunya?" Amora asks, looking confused.
"Nunya business, woman." I say, and at the same time, both of us cast our spells.
Amora's spell calls up thick chains made of Asgardian steel right from under the Bifrost. All 12 chains move at untold speeds towards my location, surrounding me from every direction.
Meanwhile, my spell creates an impenetrable shield all around me. This shield is my personal invention. It can block anything and everything, no matter the density, as long as it is an object, and not a Magic spell.
These chains, even if called by magic, are Physical objects. So, as one, the twelve chains crash into the spherical shield that surrounds me, sending barely a ripple in the shield.
It wasn't all though, once the chains strike my shield, they shiver a little, and then fly towards Amora, the spell having gone from her control, to mine.
Amora clicks her tongue, and flies upwards, the chains following her to try and strike her. I see her become invisible and replace herself with a good illusion, but I don't get fooled by it and continue attacking her actual body.
Suddenly, the shield around me cracks, from the hit by the mighty Executioner's axe. I drop the shield, and summon my own axes to my hands. Skurge is decidedly bigger than me, but not necessarily stronger.
He's a Storm giant-Aesir hybrid, and hence, stronger than both normal giants and Aesir. So it was, that when I first try to block the downward swipe by Skurge's axe with Astrapi, my axe goes down, and I get a cut on my Vibranium armour.
His axe was sharp enough, and his hit strong enough, that his axe cut through my armour, and even scratched me a bit. Taking a step back, I dodge his second swipe, and increase my strength using my Magic, as he continues to try and hit me.
"You're good." I say, dodging a swipe to my head, as my body starts getting stronger. I suddenly lift my right hand axe, and stop his axe in it's place, as it was about to hit my neck. Smirking, I add, "But I'm better."
And then, I pull his axe forward, making Skurge lean down due to lost balance, and jump up, landing my armoured knee on his face.
Skurge stumbles backwards, just a few steps, but that is enough for me, and I point my Ànemos at him. Before Skurge can recover, I fire a thick bolt of lightning at his chest from Ànemos.
"AAARGHHH!" Skurge yells, twitching from the lightning, and drops down, still holding the Bloodaxe.
Keeping the lightning going, I throw the axe at him, aiming to behead him in one shot. Surprisingly however, Skurge disappears from his place, making Ànemos cut through the air.
Skurge reappears above me, his axe held high, as he drops down to land on me. I back flip away from Skurge, as he lands on the Bifrost with his axe buried in it.
He growls, "You'll pay for that, Jordson."
I summon Ànemos back towards me, and immediately skip a step back, to see the spot where I just was turn black due to intense heat. Looking up, I see Amora the Enchantress, still as immaculate and sexy as ever, grinning at me.
I open my mouth to start a banter, but Skurge attacks me again, making me stop and focus back on my physical fight. Only this time, I also have to watch out for the Mystic bolts fired by Amora.
Suddenly, Skurge moves faster than before, and lands his axe right in my chest. I widen my eyes and look down, as blood leaks out of my mouth. The Bloodaxe had cut through my Vibranium armour, and was buried in my chest, cutting through at least 5 of my ribs.
"FUCK! Wh-how?" I choke out, simply staring at the Bloodaxe in surprise as well as horror.
Vibranium is the type of metal, that is really hard to cut when attacked from the front. Divine weapon or not, my Vibranium armour should have blocked the axe from penetrating so deep. Even if it was a conjured armour and not a forged one, it shouldn't have been cut so easily. But, I'd already experienced it being cut by Skurge once, so it wasn't that surprising.
What was surprising, was the phenomenal speed Skurge just showed. I knew he was at his full strength and speed before, and he just… doubled in both, right before this hit.
Skurge pulls his axe from my body, making me wince in pain, and kicks me away from himself. As my body starts healing, I look up at Amora, who lands near Skurge with a smirk on her face.
She says, "What happened, Jordson? Reactions not how they used to be?"
I rack my head, wondering what she could have done, willing my body to heal faster. Finally, as my Echolocation gives me an update about the rest of the fights, I notice something. Literally everyone was moving twice as fast as before.
Or.. I was moving slower.
I chuckle, not believing I almost fell for her tricks.
"You witch." I say, laughing a bit, and slowly stand up, my wound healed. I look at Amora, who was looking amused, and say, "You tried to make me believe that I was losing my touch, that I was being arrogant. But you just slowed the time around me down, didn't you? How did you even manage that?"
With a small pulse from my Cosmic Energy, not enough to be noticeable, but enough to do it's job, I get rid of the curse on me, and stretch my shoulder again. Now, Amora looks annoyed, and Skurge just starts running towards me again.
As Skurge and I continue our Axe fight, Amora's voice sounds, "You might not believe it, but the Sorcerer Supreme himself taught me this. But playing with time isn't the only thing he taught me."
Suddenly, between one hit and the other, I freeze in my spot, not unable to move. Unfortunately, that meant that I was unable to dodge the punch to my nose, that throws me backwards.
The punch brings me out of the paralysis spell, and I roll away from the Axe slash carried by Skurge.
This is getting really annoying.
Skurge and I once again begin fighting with our axes, with me unable to land a single hit, while Skurge hitting multitudes of them. It wasn't that I was weaker than Skurge, or slower. But Amora would interfere whenever I would be close to landing a hit on Skurge.
That interference would either lead to me dodging the woman's spells and curses, or me suffering through the aftereffects of some subtle spells, like the one that paralysed me for a moment.
One time she would slow down time around me, other times she would make Skurge faster. Then there were her Mystic bolts. Her Mystic bolts would burn whatever they touched, and my Divine resistance was not going to help in that. So, I had no option but to dance around, getting hit every once in a while.
Jumping back from another such spell, I spin around Skurge's punch, and land my elbow on the back of his armoured head. Once I'm behind Skurge, he spins his right hand behind, hoping to cut me with his axe.
Once again, I dodge, and go around him. He tries it again, and I keep dodging, staying behind Skurge.
And then, after 7 such dodges, I jump more than 10 steps back, and just stop, and focus on casting as many destructive spells, including lightning spells, at Amora, to keep her busy.
"SKURGE, NO! GET OUT!" Amora yells, as she furiously defends herself against my barrage.
Skurge widens his eyes, and bends his knees to jump away from that spot. It's useless, however, as a runic circle forms on the ground around his location, that freezes him in his place, barely an inch above the ground.
Another circle forms outside that one, and with a blinding flash of light, my blue flames appear and devour Skurge entirely, not even leaving his Axe behind.
"You tricked me!" Amora says, finally stopping her defence. My spells don't stop though, and one spell binds Amora's hands and legs with thick wooden bindings, and another creates a cut on her wrists, to stop her from forming any gestures for spells.
I nod, and pull Amora towards myself. She was attractive, far more than even the last Goddess of Love I'd done. I say, "You forgot, Enchantress, that even if I don't use it primarily, I am a Master of Magic."
"Runes, huh. Defeated by damned Runes." Amora mutters from her place in front of me, as she is on her knees.
Holding Amora by her hair, I pull at it to make her look at me, and say, "Your first mistake was fighting me. Your second mistake was trying to make me believe I was incompetent. And your last mistake was to show me Skurge's weaknesses. He's slow, and that was his undoing."
Amora glares at me for a moment, and then she smiles. She says, "Do you know what mistake you did?"
I say nothing, and keep looking into her beautiful blue eyes, unable to look away. Suddenly, she jumps up, her hands free of the bindings, and grabs me by my hair. Before I can recover from the hair grab, Amora pulls me down, and brings her lips to mine.
For just a moment, I freeze, not knowing what to do, but then, I start kissing her back, knowing that she's a beautiful woman, and I am lucky that I get to kiss her. Plus, she's a damn good kisser.
Amora slowly leans back from the kiss, making me sigh in disappointment. She smiles at me, rubbing my cheek, and I realize that my arms were around her hips, one hand holding her firm butt.
Amora pecks me on my lips once again, and says, "Your mistake was allowing me to touch you."
I don't understand what she means however, and I ignore it. My hand pulls her towards me again, and I bring Amora once more into a kiss, this time, not allowing her to get away from me.
"Jordson, wai-" Amora says, trying to interrupt, but I was too much in love with her to stop kissing her. And I was too much busy to listen to her speak.
She doesn't even get to get a word in, as I keep kissing her furiously, right on the Bifrost.
I love her, Amora. She's the most beautiful person I've ever met.
'But what about Hathor? Branwen? Aphrodite? Chhaya? Kali? Aren't they beautiful?' a small part in my mind whispers, making me angry.
No! Amora is the prettiest.
And I keep kissing Amora, to show her all my love.
'But aren't you hoping to court Chhaya? To marry her?'
As the small voice in the back of my mind keeps whispering traitorous thoughts in my mind, I suddenly stop kissing Amora.
And before she can even say anything, I hold Amora by the neck, using both my hands, and snap her neck like a twig.
"The bloody bitch hypnotized me using her saliva." I mumble, not believing I actually fell for that, and suddenly feeling dirty.
With a snap of my fingers, her body burns with blue flames, leaving just a scorched spot on the Bifrost behind.
She was the bloody Enchantress, the Seductress, and I allowed her to get close to me, to use her Seductive powers on me.
I hear the sound of chuckles, and see Heimdall right behind me. He says, "I was just coming here to free you from your.. predicament. But it seems you managed it by yourself well enough."
I scowl at him, and say, "You tell this to my mother and no one will ever know who Heimdall is during the next cycle."
Heimdall ignores my threat and just laughs, as he begins travelling back to the Observatory. I follow after him, hoping to get away from this place where I almost forced my mind controller to have sex.
I cannot believe I got mind controlled, and my first instinct was kissing my controller. I forced myself on her, and I'm just blaming the bitch. I've never done it, no matter how horny I was, unless it was Hathor. She got off on it.
Mind control made me impulsive, too much. And I hate it. Never allowing this to happen again.
Urgh, thank Queen it wasn't Loki that did it.
And this reminds me to work on my Mind Arts more again. If Amora can do it, let's just assume everyone can.
Heimdall suddenly stops however, making me stop too. I summon my axes back from wherever they had fallen, to my hands, and get ready, because something was coming. Something big.
And we get what we expected in the familiar form of the only daughter of Loki.
Hela. The Goddess of Death, and ruler of Helheim.
And she was just standing there, her Necrosword in her hand, with her back to the Observatory.
And in front of her, were us. Heimdall with Hofund in his hands, and I with my axes in my hands. Both of us staring at the most dangerous woman in the Galaxy, with a heavy amount of fear, and respect.p
"Shall we begin, dear Heimdall?" Hela asks, purring the question while taking a very sexy step towards us.
'What the fuck is wrong with me today?! That's Loki's daughter!' I yell in my mind, to myself.
Sorry Loki. Sorry Hela. Sorry.. Chhaya. Hormones.. yes, Hormones. Amora messed with my Hormones somehow. Yup. That is it.
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A/N: This chapter stops at the exact moment that Odin sees the Army of the Dead Aesir, led by Bor Burison.
I did not anticipate that Ragnarok will be so long in terms of chapters. At all. A lot of major fights are still remaining, so I'm just hopeful I don't ruin them all.
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After advising Heimdall to stay vigilant, I turn around and look towards the Bifrost Bridge. The bridge was several miles long, leading from the Observatory to the Royal Palace, with just a few stops in between.
The teleportation spell that I felt being cast, dropped it's caster and other two allies at the point where land met Bifrost. However, while all three of the enemies were invisible, one of them was hidden even from me.
I just knew they existed here, somewhere, but I couldn't tell anyone exactly where they are. Which is concerning, to be honest.
Seeing the two invisible beings walk towards me, I point my fist towards them, and fire a magic spell at them. The spell travels at multiple times the speed of sound, and crashes into a Magical shield spell cast by the Magician of the group.
Thankfully, I had already expected it, and cast the spell with that thought in mind. The spell explodes on the shield, sending two now visible beings flying back.
The male, a 7'5, bald headed one, drops down on one knee, and uses an axe, digging it in Bifrost, to keep himself on the Bifrost, while the female one casts some sort of spell to make herself float just a few steps behind herself.
"Amora, and Skurge. Guess that answers which side of the war you're on." I say, preparing myself for a fight with two very competent enemies.
Amora and Skurge. Lovers, allies, and both of them enemies of Thor. One a witch of phenomenal strength, enough that she is called The Enchantress, while the other is a physical fighter with the strength equal to that of a Storm Giant.
Amora looks me over, and says, "The Jordson. You should not have interfered in our goals, child. Ragnarok is none of your business."
As she floats down, back towards the Bifrost, Skurge joins her by her side, dwarfing her 5'10 with his 7'5 height completely, and grunts, hefting his Bloodaxe on his shoulder.
I look them both over, doing my best not to pause on her amazing body, and say, "Well, this is actually my business. Asgard and I had a deal, you see."
"What deal?" Amora asks, tilting her head, as her fingers start twitching. So she's stalling for time.
I smile, and say, "The deal was related to Nunya, Enchantress."
"Nunya?" Amora asks, looking confused.
"Nunya business, woman." I say, and at the same time, both of us cast our spells.
Amora's spell calls up thick chains made of Asgardian steel right from under the Bifrost. All 12 chains move at untold speeds towards my location, surrounding me from every direction.
Meanwhile, my spell creates an impenetrable shield all around me. This shield is my personal invention. It can block anything and everything, no matter the density, as long as it is an object, and not a Magic spell.
These chains, even if called by magic, are Physical objects. So, as one, the twelve chains crash into the spherical shield that surrounds me, sending barely a ripple in the shield.
It wasn't all though, once the chains strike my shield, they shiver a little, and then fly towards Amora, the spell having gone from her control, to mine.
Amora clicks her tongue, and flies upwards, the chains following her to try and strike her. I see her become invisible and replace herself with a good illusion, but I don't get fooled by it and continue attacking her actual body.
Suddenly, the shield around me cracks, from the hit by the mighty Executioner's axe. I drop the shield, and summon my own axes to my hands. Skurge is decidedly bigger than me, but not necessarily stronger.
He's a Storm giant-Aesir hybrid, and hence, stronger than both normal giants and Aesir. So it was, that when I first try to block the downward swipe by Skurge's axe with Astrapi, my axe goes down, and I get a cut on my Vibranium armour.
His axe was sharp enough, and his hit strong enough, that his axe cut through my armour, and even scratched me a bit. Taking a step back, I dodge his second swipe, and increase my strength using my Magic, as he continues to try and hit me.
"You're good." I say, dodging a swipe to my head, as my body starts getting stronger. I suddenly lift my right hand axe, and stop his axe in it's place, as it was about to hit my neck. Smirking, I add, "But I'm better."
And then, I pull his axe forward, making Skurge lean down due to lost balance, and jump up, landing my armoured knee on his face.
Skurge stumbles backwards, just a few steps, but that is enough for me, and I point my Ànemos at him. Before Skurge can recover, I fire a thick bolt of lightning at his chest from Ànemos.
"AAARGHHH!" Skurge yells, twitching from the lightning, and drops down, still holding the Bloodaxe.
Keeping the lightning going, I throw the axe at him, aiming to behead him in one shot. Surprisingly however, Skurge disappears from his place, making Ànemos cut through the air.
Skurge reappears above me, his axe held high, as he drops down to land on me. I back flip away from Skurge, as he lands on the Bifrost with his axe buried in it.
He growls, "You'll pay for that, Jordson."
I summon Ànemos back towards me, and immediately skip a step back, to see the spot where I just was turn black due to intense heat. Looking up, I see Amora the Enchantress, still as immaculate and sexy as ever, grinning at me.
I open my mouth to start a banter, but Skurge attacks me again, making me stop and focus back on my physical fight. Only this time, I also have to watch out for the Mystic bolts fired by Amora.
Suddenly, Skurge moves faster than before, and lands his axe right in my chest. I widen my eyes and look down, as blood leaks out of my mouth. The Bloodaxe had cut through my Vibranium armour, and was buried in my chest, cutting through at least 5 of my ribs.
"FUCK! Wh-how?" I choke out, simply staring at the Bloodaxe in surprise as well as horror.
Vibranium is the type of metal, that is really hard to cut when attacked from the front. Divine weapon or not, my Vibranium armour should have blocked the axe from penetrating so deep. Even if it was a conjured armour and not a forged one, it shouldn't have been cut so easily. But, I'd already experienced it being cut by Skurge once, so it wasn't that surprising.
What was surprising, was the phenomenal speed Skurge just showed. I knew he was at his full strength and speed before, and he just… doubled in both, right before this hit.
Skurge pulls his axe from my body, making me wince in pain, and kicks me away from himself. As my body starts healing, I look up at Amora, who lands near Skurge with a smirk on her face.
She says, "What happened, Jordson? Reactions not how they used to be?"
I rack my head, wondering what she could have done, willing my body to heal faster. Finally, as my Echolocation gives me an update about the rest of the fights, I notice something. Literally everyone was moving twice as fast as before.
Or.. I was moving slower.
I chuckle, not believing I almost fell for her tricks.
"You witch." I say, laughing a bit, and slowly stand up, my wound healed. I look at Amora, who was looking amused, and say, "You tried to make me believe that I was losing my touch, that I was being arrogant. But you just slowed the time around me down, didn't you? How did you even manage that?"
With a small pulse from my Cosmic Energy, not enough to be noticeable, but enough to do it's job, I get rid of the curse on me, and stretch my shoulder again. Now, Amora looks annoyed, and Skurge just starts running towards me again.
As Skurge and I continue our Axe fight, Amora's voice sounds, "You might not believe it, but the Sorcerer Supreme himself taught me this. But playing with time isn't the only thing he taught me."
Suddenly, between one hit and the other, I freeze in my spot, not unable to move. Unfortunately, that meant that I was unable to dodge the punch to my nose, that throws me backwards.
The punch brings me out of the paralysis spell, and I roll away from the Axe slash carried by Skurge.
This is getting really annoying.
Skurge and I once again begin fighting with our axes, with me unable to land a single hit, while Skurge hitting multitudes of them. It wasn't that I was weaker than Skurge, or slower. But Amora would interfere whenever I would be close to landing a hit on Skurge.
That interference would either lead to me dodging the woman's spells and curses, or me suffering through the aftereffects of some subtle spells, like the one that paralysed me for a moment.
One time she would slow down time around me, other times she would make Skurge faster. Then there were her Mystic bolts. Her Mystic bolts would burn whatever they touched, and my Divine resistance was not going to help in that. So, I had no option but to dance around, getting hit every once in a while.
Jumping back from another such spell, I spin around Skurge's punch, and land my elbow on the back of his armoured head. Once I'm behind Skurge, he spins his right hand behind, hoping to cut me with his axe.
Once again, I dodge, and go around him. He tries it again, and I keep dodging, staying behind Skurge.
And then, after 7 such dodges, I jump more than 10 steps back, and just stop, and focus on casting as many destructive spells, including lightning spells, at Amora, to keep her busy.
"SKURGE, NO! GET OUT!" Amora yells, as she furiously defends herself against my barrage.
Skurge widens his eyes, and bends his knees to jump away from that spot. It's useless, however, as a runic circle forms on the ground around his location, that freezes him in his place, barely an inch above the ground.
Another circle forms outside that one, and with a blinding flash of light, my blue flames appear and devour Skurge entirely, not even leaving his Axe behind.
"You tricked me!" Amora says, finally stopping her defence. My spells don't stop though, and one spell binds Amora's hands and legs with thick wooden bindings, and another creates a cut on her wrists, to stop her from forming any gestures for spells.
I nod, and pull Amora towards myself. She was attractive, far more than even the last Goddess of Love I'd done. I say, "You forgot, Enchantress, that even if I don't use it primarily, I am a Master of Magic."
"Runes, huh. Defeated by damned Runes." Amora mutters from her place in front of me, as she is on her knees.
Holding Amora by her hair, I pull at it to make her look at me, and say, "Your first mistake was fighting me. Your second mistake was trying to make me believe I was incompetent. And your last mistake was to show me Skurge's weaknesses. He's slow, and that was his undoing."
Amora glares at me for a moment, and then she smiles. She says, "Do you know what mistake you did?"
I say nothing, and keep looking into her beautiful blue eyes, unable to look away. Suddenly, she jumps up, her hands free of the bindings, and grabs me by my hair. Before I can recover from the hair grab, Amora pulls me down, and brings her lips to mine.
For just a moment, I freeze, not knowing what to do, but then, I start kissing her back, knowing that she's a beautiful woman, and I am lucky that I get to kiss her. Plus, she's a damn good kisser.
Amora slowly leans back from the kiss, making me sigh in disappointment. She smiles at me, rubbing my cheek, and I realize that my arms were around her hips, one hand holding her firm butt.
Amora pecks me on my lips once again, and says, "Your mistake was allowing me to touch you."
I don't understand what she means however, and I ignore it. My hand pulls her towards me again, and I bring Amora once more into a kiss, this time, not allowing her to get away from me.
"Jordson, wai-" Amora says, trying to interrupt, but I was too much in love with her to stop kissing her. And I was too much busy to listen to her speak.
She doesn't even get to get a word in, as I keep kissing her furiously, right on the Bifrost.
I love her, Amora. She's the most beautiful person I've ever met.
'But what about Hathor? Branwen? Aphrodite? Chhaya? Kali? Aren't they beautiful?' a small part in my mind whispers, making me angry.
No! Amora is the prettiest.
And I keep kissing Amora, to show her all my love.
'But aren't you hoping to court Chhaya? To marry her?'
As the small voice in the back of my mind keeps whispering traitorous thoughts in my mind, I suddenly stop kissing Amora.
And before she can even say anything, I hold Amora by the neck, using both my hands, and snap her neck like a twig.
"The bloody bitch hypnotized me using her saliva." I mumble, not believing I actually fell for that, and suddenly feeling dirty.
With a snap of my fingers, her body burns with blue flames, leaving just a scorched spot on the Bifrost behind.
She was the bloody Enchantress, the Seductress, and I allowed her to get close to me, to use her Seductive powers on me.
I hear the sound of chuckles, and see Heimdall right behind me. He says, "I was just coming here to free you from your.. predicament. But it seems you managed it by yourself well enough."
I scowl at him, and say, "You tell this to my mother and no one will ever know who Heimdall is during the next cycle."
Heimdall ignores my threat and just laughs, as he begins travelling back to the Observatory. I follow after him, hoping to get away from this place where I almost forced my mind controller to have sex.
I cannot believe I got mind controlled, and my first instinct was kissing my controller. I forced myself on her, and I'm just blaming the bitch. I've never done it, no matter how horny I was, unless it was Hathor. She got off on it.
Mind control made me impulsive, too much. And I hate it. Never allowing this to happen again.
Urgh, thank Queen it wasn't Loki that did it.
And this reminds me to work on my Mind Arts more again. If Amora can do it, let's just assume everyone can.
Heimdall suddenly stops however, making me stop too. I summon my axes back from wherever they had fallen, to my hands, and get ready, because something was coming. Something big.
And we get what we expected in the familiar form of the only daughter of Loki.
Hela. The Goddess of Death, and ruler of Helheim.
And she was just standing there, her Necrosword in her hand, with her back to the Observatory.
And in front of her, were us. Heimdall with Hofund in his hands, and I with my axes in my hands. Both of us staring at the most dangerous woman in the Galaxy, with a heavy amount of fear, and respect.p
"Shall we begin, dear Heimdall?" Hela asks, purring the question while taking a very sexy step towards us.
'What the fuck is wrong with me today?! That's Loki's daughter!' I yell in my mind, to myself.
Sorry Loki. Sorry Hela. Sorry.. Chhaya. Hormones.. yes, Hormones. Amora messed with my Hormones somehow. Yup. That is it.
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A/N: This chapter stops at the exact moment that Odin sees the Army of the Dead Aesir, led by Bor Burison.
I did not anticipate that Ragnarok will be so long in terms of chapters. At all. A lot of major fights are still remaining, so I'm just hopeful I don't ruin them all.
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Odin:
Odin had made many mistakes that he regretted. Not saving his father's life from the Jotun Sorcerer's spell, was not one of them. Bor was not an evil man, however he was vain.
Odin was his heir, but Bor did not like it when Odin used his own brain to think, did not like Odin being his own person. It had almost come to blows, when Odin had given birth to a pair of Demigods, the first of their kind. The first Demigods on the planet, born to two different mortal women bedded by Odin. And Bor hated their existence.
"Mortals are meant to pray to us, not to bed!" Bor had spat out, while holding Odin with one hand on his neck.
And boy, did Bor punish the Demigods for their father's "sins", he cursed them with every evil imaginable. And so, when Bor was trapped in a spell, turned to snow and blown into the wind, Odin did not save him, even if he could have. So died Bor, not in a battle, but an ambush, which did not qualify him for Valhalla.
Bor had visited him in his dreams, a lot of times, to seek a Sorcerer to undo the spell. But Odin never bothered, knowing that Asgard was better under his own hands, and not Bor's.
And now, the same Bor was back, the entire army of Helheim at his back. Against him, stood his son Odin AllFather, the entire army of Valhalla at his own back.
As the two sides met, Odin was immediately the centre of focus, for both Bor, as well as Fenrir. Unlikely allies, in a common war.
"You ungrateful wretch! I taught you, trained you to be a King, and you repaid me by betrayal?!" Bor yells, as he swipes his Uru axes at Odin.
Odin, while definitely stronger than Bor, was older now. Reliance on Odinforce had made him weaker, and so, he was just holding on to his life, while defending it. He uses his Spear, that once belonged to his father, Gungnir, and parries the axes away from him.
Kicking Bor in the chest to create some space, Odin points Gungnir at Fenrir, who had taken the opportunity to try and jump on Odin, and shoots a concentrated beam of Odinforce Magic at him, throwing him away.
Ducking, Odin slams the butt of Gungnir in Bor's gut, and elbows his nose. Slamming Gungnir in his chest, Odin yells, "I did what I did for the good of Asgard! Under me, Asgard prospered, while under you, there was rampant poverty!"
Bor growls, as he lands a few dozen feet away from Odin, and says, "Asgard was richer than any other Pantheon out there! My Berserkers were the most feared army in the Universe! I conquered entire Pantheons of Gods! What have you done?!"
Odin grimly replies, "I maintained my honour."
Bor jumps back into the fight, attacking with his axes, legs, and even his body, not allowing Odin to gain an upper hand. Odin tries to defend himself with Gungnir, however Bor still manages to land a few cuts on his arms, as well as face.
Suddenly, both Odin and Bor are thrown to the ground, having been tackled by Fenrir. As the two Asgardians drop down on their backs, Fenrir jumps towards Odin, with his jaw wide open.
A fist lands on Fenrir's snout, sending him flying, as Bor yells, "Stay out of this fight, Wolf! Odin is mine to kill!"
Fenrir growls, "I will have my revenge on Odin, Bor! Do not forget who commands you!"
"Your bitch of a sister isn't here, you dumb dog. And this is a fight between two Asgardian Kings! We don't need the spawn of a couple of Jotun to interfere." Bor yells, and then ignores the wolf, focusing on Odin.
Odin had taken this small reprieve to gather his energy, but it wasn't enough to defeat his two enemies.
Suddenly, Bor is in front of him, with one of his axes raised, and Odin raises Gungnir over his head, stopping the axe in its path. However, the second axe comes from his left, and almost in slow motion Odin watches it cut cleanly into, and through Odin's right forearm.
"AARGH!" Odin yells in pain, as the hand that held Gungnir drops down on the ground, separated from the body, taking the spear with it.
Now free, Bor's axe lowers quickly, aimed at Odin's shoulder. However, before it can cut into his shoulder, Fenrir appears, and kicks Bor away from Odin.
Odin immediately picks up Gungnir in his left hand, and takes a few steps back. He uses the Odinforce to create a new forearm for himself, made of Asgardian Steel, and flexes his new fingers.
'That used up half of my Magic. I should be careful with him. My father hasn't lost any of his ruthlessness.' Odin thinks to himself, frowning at having to create a new arm for himself.
Understanding Runes had given him an almost total control over Reality itself. But the effects can be only as strong as his efforts, his magic.
Odin sees Fenrir and Bor fight amongst each other, each of them wanting to be the one to kill him, and resolves to his fate.
'I will die, of that I'm sure. But I need to stall them, to prevent Ragnarok.. until the right moment. And it isn't now, I can still see Thor on Asgard. But when I die, I will take these two with me.' Odin thinks to himself, and jumps into the fray.
All around him, the noble warriors of Valhalla, who had prepared for this day for all their dead lives, were fighting the warriors of Helheim. Amongst them, the Einherjar and the Valkyrie, led by Tyr, were fighting the Dead Berserkers, as well as the souls of Helheim.
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Baldur:
Baldur sighs, removing his sword, Gram, from the chest of Malekith, having finally killed him. Malekith's magic was strong, and his physical might too nothing to scoff at. But after hours of fighting, Baldur had finally managed to kill him.
Looking up, he yells, "HEIMDALL! OPEN THE BIFROST!"
Nothing happens, so Baldur tries again, yelling for Heimdall, Odin, Loki, Sif, and even Volstagg. No one hears him, and no Bifrost drops down.
Understanding that something severe must be happening, to keep them all busy, he flags a Valkyrie down, and says, "My Lady Valkyrie, I would impose upon you the task of taking me to Asgard. Alfheim and you can handle the rest, I think."
The Valkyrie, who used to be a mortal once upon a time, nods at Baldur, and says, "It shall be my pleasure, Prince Baldur. Hop on to my Pegasus, and I shall take you there within a moment."
Nodding gratefully, Baldur keeps his sword in a scabbard on his back, and jumps on the flying steed.
"This will br disorienting, my Prince!" the Valkyrie yells, looking back, and without waiting for any acknowledgement from Baldur, yells at the top of her voice, "TO ASGARD, MY PEGASUS!"
With a flap of its wings, the view around Baldur changes, and suddenly, he sees the Golden Palace of Asgard right in front of him. The Valkyrie allows him to look around from hundreds of feet into the air, to see where he is needed the most.
On the Bifrost, an unknown being was standing still, observing the fight between Hela, the Goddess of Death, and Heimdall the AllSeer. The fated battle between the two, had already destroyed the Bifrost Observatory, but Heimdall didn't look like he needed any help.
On the North, the enlarged Destroyer armour was running rampant, killing Fire Giants with a gusto, while the Einherjar, Valkyrior, and witches, helped defeat the Fire Demons, and Dragons.
On the South, however, was where his attention stayed. Odin was fighting with an Asgardian, his father Bor, from the looks of it, along with Fenrir the wolf, Son of Loki. And he was losing, badly.
Baldur points towards the Niflheim battlefront, and yells, "Take me there, quickly!"
The Valkyrie wastes no time, and immediately starts flying her Pegasus towards the direction of Odin. A battle between two AllFathers. Father and Son. And Baldur knew, that he had to reach there as soon as possible.
However, even with the fastest speeds of the Pegasus, it couldn't reach there in time.
In front of Baldur's very eyes, Bor's axe hits Odin in the shoulder, bringing him down to his knees, sans his right arm, once again. Fenrir takes the opportunity and bites Odin on his other shoulder. When Fenrir removes his jaw from Odin's shoulder, he takes Odin's left arm with it.
Baldur sees it all, from a distance, high up in the air, sat helplessly atop the Pegasus, as it flew towards the battlefield. He sees it, and he freezes, the scene playing in front of his eyes again and again.
'They killed Odin. They killed the AllFather. My Father! They killed my Father!' Baldur thinks to himself, helplessly seeing his father drop down, the wolf and his grandfather standing atop him.
Rage clouding his thoughts, Baldur removes Gram from its scabbard, and immediately jumps down from the Pegasus. With one swing of his sword, Baldur decapitates his grandfather, who was in the middle of beheading Odin himself.
Fenrir snaps his neck towards his fallen great-grandfather, but is too late to react, as two hands grab his jaw. Fenrir struggles to get free, however Baldur's strength proves to be too much for the wolf.
The Valkyrie, who had seen her King fall on the ground, injured and unconscious, but not yet dead, sees Baldur struggle to defeat the wolf, having already killed the greater threat in Bor Burison.
Using her own anger at the death of her King, the Valkyrie jumps from her Pegasus, and with her mace held high, drops down on the head of the wolf.
"YAAARGHH!" she yells, hitting the Asgardian Steel mace on the highly resistant head of Fenrir the Wolf.
The Mace, while not piercing the skull of Fenrir, does some damage to it, and with the momentum of the Valkyrie's fall, manages to drop Fenrir's head on the ground. She still continues hitting his head, her anger colouring her actions.
Baldur, who was struggling to open the jaws of the Wolf, manages it as soon as the Valkyrie drops Fenrir on the ground, and with a mighty pull, one hand on the snout, the other holding the lower jaw, pulls the two apart.
All the while, Fenrir struggles to stand back up, his mouth hurting from the pain of staying open far wider than it should. His hind legs, although free, were practically useless, as long as Baldur had him by the snout. He had tried shaking Baldur off, but Baldur's strength, along with the constant barrages from the Mace on his head, prevented Fenrir's head from even moving.
With a grunt of effort, Baldur separates the jaws of the Wolf, and yells, "This is for my Father, you monster!"
Baldur suddenly steps one leg on the lower jaw of Fenrir, and with a boost in strength from the Sun above him, manages to lift the upper jaw with both his hands.
A God or not, Fenrir's body is still that of a wolf. And while he could swallow Baldur whole, his jaw would still not be able to open more than 4 feet. Baldur, while not the tallest in Asgard, was still way more bigger than a measly 4 feet, and his hands just increased that height.
So, when Baldur lifts the upper jaw of Fenrir, he manages to break it, killing Fenrir the Wolf in one move.
Within a single minute, Baldur killed two enemies, that even his father Odin failed to defeat. But he knows, that all that was only possible because he ambushed them.
Baldur drops down, his hands bleeding from being cut by the sharp teeth of the wolf, and he himself coloured red by the blood of the wolf. He looks at his hands, the hands that failed to save his father.
He suddenly feels someone slap him, and looks up with tearful eyes, ready to kill anyone that interrupted his mourning, but the sentence that comes stops him right there.
"Odin is alive." The Valkyrie says, stopping Baldur as he was about to yell at her.
Baldur looks at her, red eyed, and covered with the blood of the wolf, and asks, "Is this a sick joke, Valkyrie? Answer quickly before you taste my sword!"
The Valkyrie points her hand behind Baldur, where lay Odin, surrounded by the Healers, all of them trying to save his life. Baldur sees Odin breathing, although harshly, and drops down in relief.
He says, "Thank you, Valkyrie. I apologize for not believing you."
Valkyrie nods, and says, "He might be your father, but he is still our King. His Death is not something we will joke of, Prince Baldur."
~
Frigga, having killed more than half the Fire Giants from within the Destroyer Armour, looks beyond them, at Sindr, the daughter of Surtur. While she had stayed back for the majority of the fight, many warriors had still lost their lives.
Be it her flames, or her sword. Any Asgardian that approached her, died. Some Asgardians, that annoyed her from afar, also died.
But now, Sindr had entered the battlefield. With a flaming sword, so familiar to the Twilight Sword, Sindr killes a horde of Asgardians, and the Fire Demons they were fighting, as she made her way towards the Destroyer Armour.
Frigga wastes no time, as she sees Sindr point her sword at her son, Hodr, and starts running towards Sindr, hoping to reach Sindr before she does the unspeakable.
Frigga proves to be too late, however, as Sindr gleefully shoots flames out of the sword tip, burning Hodr to death before he can even put up a defence.
"HODR! NOO!!" Frigga yells in anguish, informing everyone of what happened with two words.
Frigga's body sheds tears for her dead son, as her soul continues running towards the killer, while possessing the Destroyer.
Sindr just chuckles, starting her own run towards her next victim. Queen Frigga of Asgard.
The two meet in the middle, as Sindr swings her flaming sword at the Destroyer Armour. Frigga catches the burning sword in her hands, and with a grunt of effort, throws it into the air, away from Sindr.
Glaring at the sword hatefully, Frigga shoots a beam of Odinforce from the face of the Destroyer, destroying the sword completely.
Sindr punches Frigga in the face, having lost her sword, and already knowing that her flames won't work on The Destroyer. The punch forces Frigga to take a step back, and she kicks Sindr away from her.
Glaring at Sindr, Frigga runs forward, and snarls, "You will pay for that, you bitch."
Sindr glares back, meeting Frigga in the middle, and says, "I could say the same, Asgardian!"
With their hands gripping each other, Sindr and Frigga try to force the other into a submission, through pure physical might. However, neither one gives, keeping the stalemate.
Wanting to kill her son's killer, Frigga charges the limited amount of Odinforce the armour has access to, and focuses it on her face. The face of the Destroyer charges with the Odinforce, glowing orange with pure destruction.
Right before she's about to fire it, however, she finds herself suddenly unable to, as a sword stabs through her back. The flaming sword passes from her back, to her front, and even through Sindr's own chest.
Sindr widens her eyes, feeling the sword in her chest, and looks behind Frigga. Horrified, she chokes out, "Fa-ther? Why?!"
As Frigga loses the light in her eyes, that one stab enough to destroy the connection between the Destroyer and her soul, she hears the unmistakable voice of Surtur say, "You annoyed me, daughter. And you took too much time to do your job."
Her soul, which was still in the Destroyer, quietly passes on to the afterworld, not able to survive returning to its body, as Sindr dies, choking on her own blood after being stabbed by her father.
And so, at the same time that Baldur kills Fenrir, Frigga herself dies, her body turning to a golden dust.
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A/N: I'm quickening my pace a bit. I've taken too much time on this arc, I think. Only a few battles remaining.
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Well, I've slowed my upload time, unfortunately enough. It was inevitable though. Real life interferes the life of fantasy.
Anyway, my mother's alright, and is back to her healthy self! Woohoo! Thank you all for all of your wishes and support! Thank you!
Now, read on!
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Odin:
Odin had made many mistakes that he regretted. Not saving his father's life from the Jotun Sorcerer's spell, was not one of them. Bor was not an evil man, however he was vain.
Odin was his heir, but Bor did not like it when Odin used his own brain to think, did not like Odin being his own person. It had almost come to blows, when Odin had given birth to a pair of Demigods, the first of their kind. The first Demigods on the planet, born to two different mortal women bedded by Odin. And Bor hated their existence.
"Mortals are meant to pray to us, not to bed!" Bor had spat out, while holding Odin with one hand on his neck.
And boy, did Bor punish the Demigods for their father's "sins", he cursed them with every evil imaginable. And so, when Bor was trapped in a spell, turned to snow and blown into the wind, Odin did not save him, even if he could have. So died Bor, not in a battle, but an ambush, which did not qualify him for Valhalla.
Bor had visited him in his dreams, a lot of times, to seek a Sorcerer to undo the spell. But Odin never bothered, knowing that Asgard was better under his own hands, and not Bor's.
And now, the same Bor was back, the entire army of Helheim at his back. Against him, stood his son Odin AllFather, the entire army of Valhalla at his own back.
As the two sides met, Odin was immediately the centre of focus, for both Bor, as well as Fenrir. Unlikely allies, in a common war.
"You ungrateful wretch! I taught you, trained you to be a King, and you repaid me by betrayal?!" Bor yells, as he swipes his Uru axes at Odin.
Odin, while definitely stronger than Bor, was older now. Reliance on Odinforce had made him weaker, and so, he was just holding on to his life, while defending it. He uses his Spear, that once belonged to his father, Gungnir, and parries the axes away from him.
Kicking Bor in the chest to create some space, Odin points Gungnir at Fenrir, who had taken the opportunity to try and jump on Odin, and shoots a concentrated beam of Odinforce Magic at him, throwing him away.
Ducking, Odin slams the butt of Gungnir in Bor's gut, and elbows his nose. Slamming Gungnir in his chest, Odin yells, "I did what I did for the good of Asgard! Under me, Asgard prospered, while under you, there was rampant poverty!"
Bor growls, as he lands a few dozen feet away from Odin, and says, "Asgard was richer than any other Pantheon out there! My Berserkers were the most feared army in the Universe! I conquered entire Pantheons of Gods! What have you done?!"
Odin grimly replies, "I maintained my honour."
Bor jumps back into the fight, attacking with his axes, legs, and even his body, not allowing Odin to gain an upper hand. Odin tries to defend himself with Gungnir, however Bor still manages to land a few cuts on his arms, as well as face.
Suddenly, both Odin and Bor are thrown to the ground, having been tackled by Fenrir. As the two Asgardians drop down on their backs, Fenrir jumps towards Odin, with his jaw wide open.
A fist lands on Fenrir's snout, sending him flying, as Bor yells, "Stay out of this fight, Wolf! Odin is mine to kill!"
Fenrir growls, "I will have my revenge on Odin, Bor! Do not forget who commands you!"
"Your bitch of a sister isn't here, you dumb dog. And this is a fight between two Asgardian Kings! We don't need the spawn of a couple of Jotun to interfere." Bor yells, and then ignores the wolf, focusing on Odin.
Odin had taken this small reprieve to gather his energy, but it wasn't enough to defeat his two enemies.
Suddenly, Bor is in front of him, with one of his axes raised, and Odin raises Gungnir over his head, stopping the axe in its path. However, the second axe comes from his left, and almost in slow motion Odin watches it cut cleanly into, and through Odin's right forearm.
"AARGH!" Odin yells in pain, as the hand that held Gungnir drops down on the ground, separated from the body, taking the spear with it.
Now free, Bor's axe lowers quickly, aimed at Odin's shoulder. However, before it can cut into his shoulder, Fenrir appears, and kicks Bor away from Odin.
Odin immediately picks up Gungnir in his left hand, and takes a few steps back. He uses the Odinforce to create a new forearm for himself, made of Asgardian Steel, and flexes his new fingers.
'That used up half of my Magic. I should be careful with him. My father hasn't lost any of his ruthlessness.' Odin thinks to himself, frowning at having to create a new arm for himself.
Understanding Runes had given him an almost total control over Reality itself. But the effects can be only as strong as his efforts, his magic.
Odin sees Fenrir and Bor fight amongst each other, each of them wanting to be the one to kill him, and resolves to his fate.
'I will die, of that I'm sure. But I need to stall them, to prevent Ragnarok.. until the right moment. And it isn't now, I can still see Thor on Asgard. But when I die, I will take these two with me.' Odin thinks to himself, and jumps into the fray.
All around him, the noble warriors of Valhalla, who had prepared for this day for all their dead lives, were fighting the warriors of Helheim. Amongst them, the Einherjar and the Valkyrie, led by Tyr, were fighting the Dead Berserkers, as well as the souls of Helheim.
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Baldur:
Baldur sighs, removing his sword, Gram, from the chest of Malekith, having finally killed him. Malekith's magic was strong, and his physical might too nothing to scoff at. But after hours of fighting, Baldur had finally managed to kill him.
Looking up, he yells, "HEIMDALL! OPEN THE BIFROST!"
Nothing happens, so Baldur tries again, yelling for Heimdall, Odin, Loki, Sif, and even Volstagg. No one hears him, and no Bifrost drops down.
Understanding that something severe must be happening, to keep them all busy, he flags a Valkyrie down, and says, "My Lady Valkyrie, I would impose upon you the task of taking me to Asgard. Alfheim and you can handle the rest, I think."
The Valkyrie, who used to be a mortal once upon a time, nods at Baldur, and says, "It shall be my pleasure, Prince Baldur. Hop on to my Pegasus, and I shall take you there within a moment."
Nodding gratefully, Baldur keeps his sword in a scabbard on his back, and jumps on the flying steed.
"This will br disorienting, my Prince!" the Valkyrie yells, looking back, and without waiting for any acknowledgement from Baldur, yells at the top of her voice, "TO ASGARD, MY PEGASUS!"
With a flap of its wings, the view around Baldur changes, and suddenly, he sees the Golden Palace of Asgard right in front of him. The Valkyrie allows him to look around from hundreds of feet into the air, to see where he is needed the most.
On the Bifrost, an unknown being was standing still, observing the fight between Hela, the Goddess of Death, and Heimdall the AllSeer. The fated battle between the two, had already destroyed the Bifrost Observatory, but Heimdall didn't look like he needed any help.
On the North, the enlarged Destroyer armour was running rampant, killing Fire Giants with a gusto, while the Einherjar, Valkyrior, and witches, helped defeat the Fire Demons, and Dragons.
On the South, however, was where his attention stayed. Odin was fighting with an Asgardian, his father Bor, from the looks of it, along with Fenrir the wolf, Son of Loki. And he was losing, badly.
Baldur points towards the Niflheim battlefront, and yells, "Take me there, quickly!"
The Valkyrie wastes no time, and immediately starts flying her Pegasus towards the direction of Odin. A battle between two AllFathers. Father and Son. And Baldur knew, that he had to reach there as soon as possible.
However, even with the fastest speeds of the Pegasus, it couldn't reach there in time.
In front of Baldur's very eyes, Bor's axe hits Odin in the shoulder, bringing him down to his knees, sans his right arm, once again. Fenrir takes the opportunity and bites Odin on his other shoulder. When Fenrir removes his jaw from Odin's shoulder, he takes Odin's left arm with it.
Baldur sees it all, from a distance, high up in the air, sat helplessly atop the Pegasus, as it flew towards the battlefield. He sees it, and he freezes, the scene playing in front of his eyes again and again.
'They killed Odin. They killed the AllFather. My Father! They killed my Father!' Baldur thinks to himself, helplessly seeing his father drop down, the wolf and his grandfather standing atop him.
Rage clouding his thoughts, Baldur removes Gram from its scabbard, and immediately jumps down from the Pegasus. With one swing of his sword, Baldur decapitates his grandfather, who was in the middle of beheading Odin himself.
Fenrir snaps his neck towards his fallen great-grandfather, but is too late to react, as two hands grab his jaw. Fenrir struggles to get free, however Baldur's strength proves to be too much for the wolf.
The Valkyrie, who had seen her King fall on the ground, injured and unconscious, but not yet dead, sees Baldur struggle to defeat the wolf, having already killed the greater threat in Bor Burison.
Using her own anger at the death of her King, the Valkyrie jumps from her Pegasus, and with her mace held high, drops down on the head of the wolf.
"YAAARGHH!" she yells, hitting the Asgardian Steel mace on the highly resistant head of Fenrir the Wolf.
The Mace, while not piercing the skull of Fenrir, does some damage to it, and with the momentum of the Valkyrie's fall, manages to drop Fenrir's head on the ground. She still continues hitting his head, her anger colouring her actions.
Baldur, who was struggling to open the jaws of the Wolf, manages it as soon as the Valkyrie drops Fenrir on the ground, and with a mighty pull, one hand on the snout, the other holding the lower jaw, pulls the two apart.
All the while, Fenrir struggles to stand back up, his mouth hurting from the pain of staying open far wider than it should. His hind legs, although free, were practically useless, as long as Baldur had him by the snout. He had tried shaking Baldur off, but Baldur's strength, along with the constant barrages from the Mace on his head, prevented Fenrir's head from even moving.
With a grunt of effort, Baldur separates the jaws of the Wolf, and yells, "This is for my Father, you monster!"
Baldur suddenly steps one leg on the lower jaw of Fenrir, and with a boost in strength from the Sun above him, manages to lift the upper jaw with both his hands.
A God or not, Fenrir's body is still that of a wolf. And while he could swallow Baldur whole, his jaw would still not be able to open more than 4 feet. Baldur, while not the tallest in Asgard, was still way more bigger than a measly 4 feet, and his hands just increased that height.
So, when Baldur lifts the upper jaw of Fenrir, he manages to break it, killing Fenrir the Wolf in one move.
Within a single minute, Baldur killed two enemies, that even his father Odin failed to defeat. But he knows, that all that was only possible because he ambushed them.
Baldur drops down, his hands bleeding from being cut by the sharp teeth of the wolf, and he himself coloured red by the blood of the wolf. He looks at his hands, the hands that failed to save his father.
He suddenly feels someone slap him, and looks up with tearful eyes, ready to kill anyone that interrupted his mourning, but the sentence that comes stops him right there.
"Odin is alive." The Valkyrie says, stopping Baldur as he was about to yell at her.
Baldur looks at her, red eyed, and covered with the blood of the wolf, and asks, "Is this a sick joke, Valkyrie? Answer quickly before you taste my sword!"
The Valkyrie points her hand behind Baldur, where lay Odin, surrounded by the Healers, all of them trying to save his life. Baldur sees Odin breathing, although harshly, and drops down in relief.
He says, "Thank you, Valkyrie. I apologize for not believing you."
Valkyrie nods, and says, "He might be your father, but he is still our King. His Death is not something we will joke of, Prince Baldur."
~
Frigga, having killed more than half the Fire Giants from within the Destroyer Armour, looks beyond them, at Sindr, the daughter of Surtur. While she had stayed back for the majority of the fight, many warriors had still lost their lives.
Be it her flames, or her sword. Any Asgardian that approached her, died. Some Asgardians, that annoyed her from afar, also died.
But now, Sindr had entered the battlefield. With a flaming sword, so familiar to the Twilight Sword, Sindr killes a horde of Asgardians, and the Fire Demons they were fighting, as she made her way towards the Destroyer Armour.
Frigga wastes no time, as she sees Sindr point her sword at her son, Hodr, and starts running towards Sindr, hoping to reach Sindr before she does the unspeakable.
Frigga proves to be too late, however, as Sindr gleefully shoots flames out of the sword tip, burning Hodr to death before he can even put up a defence.
"HODR! NOO!!" Frigga yells in anguish, informing everyone of what happened with two words.
Frigga's body sheds tears for her dead son, as her soul continues running towards the killer, while possessing the Destroyer.
Sindr just chuckles, starting her own run towards her next victim. Queen Frigga of Asgard.
The two meet in the middle, as Sindr swings her flaming sword at the Destroyer Armour. Frigga catches the burning sword in her hands, and with a grunt of effort, throws it into the air, away from Sindr.
Glaring at the sword hatefully, Frigga shoots a beam of Odinforce from the face of the Destroyer, destroying the sword completely.
Sindr punches Frigga in the face, having lost her sword, and already knowing that her flames won't work on The Destroyer. The punch forces Frigga to take a step back, and she kicks Sindr away from her.
Glaring at Sindr, Frigga runs forward, and snarls, "You will pay for that, you bitch."
Sindr glares back, meeting Frigga in the middle, and says, "I could say the same, Asgardian!"
With their hands gripping each other, Sindr and Frigga try to force the other into a submission, through pure physical might. However, neither one gives, keeping the stalemate.
Wanting to kill her son's killer, Frigga charges the limited amount of Odinforce the armour has access to, and focuses it on her face. The face of the Destroyer charges with the Odinforce, glowing orange with pure destruction.
Right before she's about to fire it, however, she finds herself suddenly unable to, as a sword stabs through her back. The flaming sword passes from her back, to her front, and even through Sindr's own chest.
Sindr widens her eyes, feeling the sword in her chest, and looks behind Frigga. Horrified, she chokes out, "Fa-ther? Why?!"
As Frigga loses the light in her eyes, that one stab enough to destroy the connection between the Destroyer and her soul, she hears the unmistakable voice of Surtur say, "You annoyed me, daughter. And you took too much time to do your job."
Her soul, which was still in the Destroyer, quietly passes on to the afterworld, not able to survive returning to its body, as Sindr dies, choking on her own blood after being stabbed by her father.
And so, at the same time that Baldur kills Fenrir, Frigga herself dies, her body turning to a golden dust.
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A/N: I'm quickening my pace a bit. I've taken too much time on this arc, I think. Only a few battles remaining.
Comments please?
Thank you!
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This really should have already been done by this chapter, any battle in the next chapter is going to lose out from how epic you want it to be due to the story slowing to slog. It's quite a shame because the battles themselves are well written IMO.
Ch 76: Fourteen
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TWO CHAPTERS TODAY, THIS IS THE FIRST ONE!
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Surtur had waited a long time for his destiny to arrive. He knew, ever since he was born, that his purpose in life is to destroy Asgard, or die trying. And so, when his daughter took too long to clear out the rabble, he got annoyed.
He had already waited 2 Million years for the destruction of Asgard. Not anymore.
Holding his precious sword, the Twilight, in his right hand, Surtur summons a fiery portal to Asgard, near Sindr. He sees the Destroyer Armour holding his daughter back, and with barely a moment's thought, kills them both, piercing them with the Twilight Sword.
Once his daughter crumbles to ashes, and the Destroyer melts down into useless sludge, Surtur grins wide, knowing that the possessor of the Armour is dead. He does not care who was possessing it, as long as they are now dead.
Taking a look around, Surtur sees his Demons and Dragons fighting the Aesir and Valkyrior, his Giants all having died. Standing tall over all of them by a large margin, Surtur points the Twilight Sword at the flying dragons, and shoots a highly intense bout of flames from it.
The flames, hotter than the Sun above them, shoots at the dragons, and kills them all, taking the majority of the Valkyrior with them, before they can even begin to put up a defence.
Surtur turns around, now looking at the grounded troops, and swipes his sword, creating a chasm, dozens of meters deep, and wide, killing hundreds of Demons and Aesir alike, in one fell swoop.
"Oh, I have waited so long to do this!" Surtur gleefully yells, lifting the sword, tip down, with both his hands.
He prepares to stab it into the ground, and with one push, manages it. However, the ground he stabs into is not that of Asgard, but Muspelheim. With a heave, Surtur pulls the sword out of the ground, and asks, "You brought me back to my own Realm, Odinson?"
Thor, the one responsible for teleporting Surtur back to Muspelheim, floats in front of Surtur, and says, "Aye. I want you to fight me at your strongest, Surtur. This will show you how beneath you are to me."
"Bold words from a blind Asgardian." Surtur says, Taking a few steps around the tiny floating figure of Thor Odinson, the Rune Prince, and then with a sudden movement, slashes the Twilight Sword down at him.
Thor turns around, and slaps his hand at the approaching sword, the giant sword attacking him getting diverted into the ground. He says, "I may be blind, but I can still see better than you ever can, Surtur."
Surtur growls, pulling the sword back towards himself, and once more attacks Thor with it. Thor uses his hammer this time, and blocks the flaming sword in its spot.
The two Warriors, one tiny humanoid, and the other a literal Giant, both exchange strikes, with Surtur not harming a single hair on Thor's head. Thor just defends, not bothering with attacking Surtur, all of it with a calm look on his face.
"Fight back, Odinson! And die like an Asgardian!" Surtur yells, jumping back a few steps.
These few steps for Surtur provide him enough cover for him to try his next move, and he fires scorching flames from his sword tip at Thor. Thor spins his hammer around its leather handle, and stops the flames with the help of Mjolnir.
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Baldur:
Back on Asgard, Baldur sighs, looking at Lady Eir working on healing Odin. But he knows, that Odin is not going to stay alive for long.
Disregarding Ragnarok, Odin is already old, more than 2 Million years old, in fact. It is only his connection to the Odinforce, that's keeping him alive after getting both his hands removed. Thankfully, the healers had stopped him from losing any more blood.
Baldur looks at Gram, and Gungnir, laying side by side. Thor was nowhere to be found, and this left Baldur with the responsibility of leading Asgard. Reluctantly, Baldur picks up Gungnir, and stands up.
With a morose look towards his father, who is still unconscious, Baldur says, "You led well, Father. I apologize for not being here in time. Maybe if I was.."
"Enough, Prince Baldur. The War hasn't finished yet." Lady Eir admonishes, without turning away from Odin's chest.
Suddenly, Loki teleports near Odin, sees him fallen down, and then turns to Baldur. He raises an eyebrow at Gungnir, and says, "Better you than Thor, I'd say. Welcome back to the land of the living, brother. However short, it might prove to be."
Baldur nods at Loki, feeling weird at seeing him on this side of the war, and says, "You as well, Loki. Do you know where Thor is?"
Loki shrugs, and says, "Last I heard, he was taking Surtur back to Muspelheim after Frigga and Hodr died by his hands. Now, you should return to the battles, Baldur. Can't be a King of Asgard without fighting in a War."
"Aye. I am a King, am I not?" Baldur muses. He then slams Gungnir on the ground twice, and yells, "Do not lose hope, my warriors! Keep fighting until our dying breaths, and the Sun will shine on us again! I promise you that, as the God of Sun!"
His voice is heard by every allied soldier fighting within the Nine Realms, thanks to the Enchantments on Gungnir. Every Dwarf, Light Elf, Aesir, Valkyrie, and even Vanir. They all hear it. Even Theos Jordson.
Then, Baldur picks Gram up, and hands it to Loki. He says, "This sword was to be yours, was it not? Sigurd abandoned it, and I don't actually need it right now. Maybe you'll find better use to it."
Loki scowls at the Sword that got away, a sword that had once judged him unworthy of itself, and reluctantly puts his hand on it. When Baldur's hand leaves the sword in Loki's hand, it stays there, and does not return to the Vault.
Grasping it in his hands, Loki says, " Huh. It stayed."
"Of course it did. You're a changed man now, brother. Now, protect our father, and help the ladies heal him if you can. I have a God of War to find, and a War to win." Baldur says.
And with that, he turns towards the fighting warriors, and begins using Gungnir to fire blasts of his own Magic at them. God of Sun. Just like Thor, his own powers as the God of Sun prevented him from learning any complex magic.
But he did have a stable source of Energy right above him, granting him an endless supply for long range energy attacks.
With reckless abandon, Baldur attacks the enemies, all the while running close, to hopefully find Tyr and find out what the Hel is going on at other battlefronts.
Meanwhile, Loki quietly mourns the loss of his son, Fenrir, at the hands of his own brother, and turns towards Odin. Glancing at Gram, he mumbles, "Well, you once considered yourself above me, didn't you, Gram? I wasn't worthy of you, you showed. Well now I say, You aren't worthy of me."
Almost petulantly, Loki places the sword on the chest of Odin, knowing that while it won't heal him completely, it will purify his magic, giving him a few extra hours. And this way, he is also free to kill any attackers on Odin's life, using something he is familiar with. His magic.
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Theos:
'Vow that you won't attack any child of mine, in this war.' That is what Loki had said to me, right before giving me the Potion that I so desired. And I had Vowed, not seeing anything wrong with it.
But now, seeing Hela slowly gain an upper hand in her fight against Heimdall, I was almost regretting it. I have come to care for Heimdall, a little. He's a nice, honest man.
But even his Uru sword, Hofund, was finding it hard to defend against the Necromantic Energy infused weapons of Hela.
Her weapons are made up of her Divine Energy. The Divine Energy of a Goddess of Death. And Hofund, was slowly being chipped at, by the same corruptive energy in Hela's current sword.
But Heimdall wasn't a newbie, in terms of fighting, and so, he was still holding his own. Both of them had been fighting for about 15-20 minutes now, from the moment that Hela had showed herself to us.
Heimdall had managed to stay uninjured, for now, and had even managed to gain an upper hand a few times. But whenever Hela was relieved of one weapon, she would just conjure another and continue fighting.
Where Heimdall had a superior instinct, and a damn good vision, Hela had her connection to Helheim, giving her an infinite stamina.
"Getting tired, Heimdall? Didn't know you'd gotten old." Hela taunts, gracefully flipping back, and summons another broadsword to fight with.
Heimdall kicks the previously fallen sword, from when he had disarmed her, again, off the Bifrost, and continues the fight, not raising to the bait.
"Nothing? Still mourning for your sister, Heimdall?" Hela says, and that gets a twitch out of the eternally cool Heimdall. Hela notices it and asks, "You do know she's dead, don't you? I felt it happen a few hours ago. She went to Valhalla, unfortunately enough, but she's probably not been there long enough to return at Odin's call. Shame, I would have loved to see her die again."
Heimdall hefts Hofund in front of his face, as Hela talks, and then says, "As long as she enjoys her next life, I am content. I am just happy that she wasn't forced to fight with your army."
Hela chuckles, and attacks Heimdall with her sword again, which Heimdall blocks. Suddenly, however, she lets the sword go, and conjures an axe, that's about twice as big as my own, and swings it at Heimdall's head.
Flashing between the two, I remove Astrapi and block the bigger axe with it. My Adamantine Axe proves durable enough, and doesn't get chipped. Hela's Ego, however, is a different thing altogether.
Jumping back, she glares at me, and says, "You interfere, Jordson! You break your word!"
I shrug off Heimdall's inquisitive look, and say, "I vowed not to attack you, Hela. I didn't. I defended Heimdall."
Hela however knows, that I didn't interfere just because Heimdall is my.. good acquaintance. Heimdall will die, but this isn't his time yet. Hela knows that.
Hela scowls, and says, "Interfere again, and I won't hesitate in killing you too."
"Noted." I drily say, and turning to Heimdall, I add, "Loki and I have an.. agreement. I won't battle any of his children. This was me defending your life once. Do not let this repeat, my dear Heimdall."
Nodding gratefully, Heimdall returns to his fight with Hela, this time being even more vigilant.
And I get back to my useless vigilance over the Realms, to see how Thor, Baldur, and the rest are faring.
Thor was busy thrashing Surtur, Baldur was fighting the ghosts, and Tyr was fighting the statue like Dead Berserkers. Alfheim was winning their war over Swartalfheim, which after the death of Kurse and Malekith, was easy as fuck.
Nidavellir had already won, and the Aesir there, including Modi, were just keeping their guard up, for now. Vanaheim was slowly losing, but the decline was so slow, that it won't even matter. Ragnarok will happen before Jotunheim conquers Vanaheim.
As for Odin, wow that's bad. He was literally hanging on by a thread. Loki was improving his condition using Gram's purifying properties, but it wasn't enough to keep him alive indefinitely, and the healers were just useless right now.
Any moment now, Thor should go and do his own task. Wonder what's taking him so long.
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A/N: Next chapter will finally show who destroyed Nornheim, killed the Norns, and killed Lady Sif and the Warriors Three.
The POV shifts, as much irritating, are necessary to show what else is happening on other places. By other places, I mean where other main characters are.
Thank you for your support! Goodbye!
TWO CHAPTERS TODAY, THIS IS THE FIRST ONE!
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Surtur had waited a long time for his destiny to arrive. He knew, ever since he was born, that his purpose in life is to destroy Asgard, or die trying. And so, when his daughter took too long to clear out the rabble, he got annoyed.
He had already waited 2 Million years for the destruction of Asgard. Not anymore.
Holding his precious sword, the Twilight, in his right hand, Surtur summons a fiery portal to Asgard, near Sindr. He sees the Destroyer Armour holding his daughter back, and with barely a moment's thought, kills them both, piercing them with the Twilight Sword.
Once his daughter crumbles to ashes, and the Destroyer melts down into useless sludge, Surtur grins wide, knowing that the possessor of the Armour is dead. He does not care who was possessing it, as long as they are now dead.
Taking a look around, Surtur sees his Demons and Dragons fighting the Aesir and Valkyrior, his Giants all having died. Standing tall over all of them by a large margin, Surtur points the Twilight Sword at the flying dragons, and shoots a highly intense bout of flames from it.
The flames, hotter than the Sun above them, shoots at the dragons, and kills them all, taking the majority of the Valkyrior with them, before they can even begin to put up a defence.
Surtur turns around, now looking at the grounded troops, and swipes his sword, creating a chasm, dozens of meters deep, and wide, killing hundreds of Demons and Aesir alike, in one fell swoop.
"Oh, I have waited so long to do this!" Surtur gleefully yells, lifting the sword, tip down, with both his hands.
He prepares to stab it into the ground, and with one push, manages it. However, the ground he stabs into is not that of Asgard, but Muspelheim. With a heave, Surtur pulls the sword out of the ground, and asks, "You brought me back to my own Realm, Odinson?"
Thor, the one responsible for teleporting Surtur back to Muspelheim, floats in front of Surtur, and says, "Aye. I want you to fight me at your strongest, Surtur. This will show you how beneath you are to me."
"Bold words from a blind Asgardian." Surtur says, Taking a few steps around the tiny floating figure of Thor Odinson, the Rune Prince, and then with a sudden movement, slashes the Twilight Sword down at him.
Thor turns around, and slaps his hand at the approaching sword, the giant sword attacking him getting diverted into the ground. He says, "I may be blind, but I can still see better than you ever can, Surtur."
Surtur growls, pulling the sword back towards himself, and once more attacks Thor with it. Thor uses his hammer this time, and blocks the flaming sword in its spot.
The two Warriors, one tiny humanoid, and the other a literal Giant, both exchange strikes, with Surtur not harming a single hair on Thor's head. Thor just defends, not bothering with attacking Surtur, all of it with a calm look on his face.
"Fight back, Odinson! And die like an Asgardian!" Surtur yells, jumping back a few steps.
These few steps for Surtur provide him enough cover for him to try his next move, and he fires scorching flames from his sword tip at Thor. Thor spins his hammer around its leather handle, and stops the flames with the help of Mjolnir.
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Baldur:
Back on Asgard, Baldur sighs, looking at Lady Eir working on healing Odin. But he knows, that Odin is not going to stay alive for long.
Disregarding Ragnarok, Odin is already old, more than 2 Million years old, in fact. It is only his connection to the Odinforce, that's keeping him alive after getting both his hands removed. Thankfully, the healers had stopped him from losing any more blood.
Baldur looks at Gram, and Gungnir, laying side by side. Thor was nowhere to be found, and this left Baldur with the responsibility of leading Asgard. Reluctantly, Baldur picks up Gungnir, and stands up.
With a morose look towards his father, who is still unconscious, Baldur says, "You led well, Father. I apologize for not being here in time. Maybe if I was.."
"Enough, Prince Baldur. The War hasn't finished yet." Lady Eir admonishes, without turning away from Odin's chest.
Suddenly, Loki teleports near Odin, sees him fallen down, and then turns to Baldur. He raises an eyebrow at Gungnir, and says, "Better you than Thor, I'd say. Welcome back to the land of the living, brother. However short, it might prove to be."
Baldur nods at Loki, feeling weird at seeing him on this side of the war, and says, "You as well, Loki. Do you know where Thor is?"
Loki shrugs, and says, "Last I heard, he was taking Surtur back to Muspelheim after Frigga and Hodr died by his hands. Now, you should return to the battles, Baldur. Can't be a King of Asgard without fighting in a War."
"Aye. I am a King, am I not?" Baldur muses. He then slams Gungnir on the ground twice, and yells, "Do not lose hope, my warriors! Keep fighting until our dying breaths, and the Sun will shine on us again! I promise you that, as the God of Sun!"
His voice is heard by every allied soldier fighting within the Nine Realms, thanks to the Enchantments on Gungnir. Every Dwarf, Light Elf, Aesir, Valkyrie, and even Vanir. They all hear it. Even Theos Jordson.
Then, Baldur picks Gram up, and hands it to Loki. He says, "This sword was to be yours, was it not? Sigurd abandoned it, and I don't actually need it right now. Maybe you'll find better use to it."
Loki scowls at the Sword that got away, a sword that had once judged him unworthy of itself, and reluctantly puts his hand on it. When Baldur's hand leaves the sword in Loki's hand, it stays there, and does not return to the Vault.
Grasping it in his hands, Loki says, " Huh. It stayed."
"Of course it did. You're a changed man now, brother. Now, protect our father, and help the ladies heal him if you can. I have a God of War to find, and a War to win." Baldur says.
And with that, he turns towards the fighting warriors, and begins using Gungnir to fire blasts of his own Magic at them. God of Sun. Just like Thor, his own powers as the God of Sun prevented him from learning any complex magic.
But he did have a stable source of Energy right above him, granting him an endless supply for long range energy attacks.
With reckless abandon, Baldur attacks the enemies, all the while running close, to hopefully find Tyr and find out what the Hel is going on at other battlefronts.
Meanwhile, Loki quietly mourns the loss of his son, Fenrir, at the hands of his own brother, and turns towards Odin. Glancing at Gram, he mumbles, "Well, you once considered yourself above me, didn't you, Gram? I wasn't worthy of you, you showed. Well now I say, You aren't worthy of me."
Almost petulantly, Loki places the sword on the chest of Odin, knowing that while it won't heal him completely, it will purify his magic, giving him a few extra hours. And this way, he is also free to kill any attackers on Odin's life, using something he is familiar with. His magic.
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Theos:
'Vow that you won't attack any child of mine, in this war.' That is what Loki had said to me, right before giving me the Potion that I so desired. And I had Vowed, not seeing anything wrong with it.
But now, seeing Hela slowly gain an upper hand in her fight against Heimdall, I was almost regretting it. I have come to care for Heimdall, a little. He's a nice, honest man.
But even his Uru sword, Hofund, was finding it hard to defend against the Necromantic Energy infused weapons of Hela.
Her weapons are made up of her Divine Energy. The Divine Energy of a Goddess of Death. And Hofund, was slowly being chipped at, by the same corruptive energy in Hela's current sword.
But Heimdall wasn't a newbie, in terms of fighting, and so, he was still holding his own. Both of them had been fighting for about 15-20 minutes now, from the moment that Hela had showed herself to us.
Heimdall had managed to stay uninjured, for now, and had even managed to gain an upper hand a few times. But whenever Hela was relieved of one weapon, she would just conjure another and continue fighting.
Where Heimdall had a superior instinct, and a damn good vision, Hela had her connection to Helheim, giving her an infinite stamina.
"Getting tired, Heimdall? Didn't know you'd gotten old." Hela taunts, gracefully flipping back, and summons another broadsword to fight with.
Heimdall kicks the previously fallen sword, from when he had disarmed her, again, off the Bifrost, and continues the fight, not raising to the bait.
"Nothing? Still mourning for your sister, Heimdall?" Hela says, and that gets a twitch out of the eternally cool Heimdall. Hela notices it and asks, "You do know she's dead, don't you? I felt it happen a few hours ago. She went to Valhalla, unfortunately enough, but she's probably not been there long enough to return at Odin's call. Shame, I would have loved to see her die again."
Heimdall hefts Hofund in front of his face, as Hela talks, and then says, "As long as she enjoys her next life, I am content. I am just happy that she wasn't forced to fight with your army."
Hela chuckles, and attacks Heimdall with her sword again, which Heimdall blocks. Suddenly, however, she lets the sword go, and conjures an axe, that's about twice as big as my own, and swings it at Heimdall's head.
Flashing between the two, I remove Astrapi and block the bigger axe with it. My Adamantine Axe proves durable enough, and doesn't get chipped. Hela's Ego, however, is a different thing altogether.
Jumping back, she glares at me, and says, "You interfere, Jordson! You break your word!"
I shrug off Heimdall's inquisitive look, and say, "I vowed not to attack you, Hela. I didn't. I defended Heimdall."
Hela however knows, that I didn't interfere just because Heimdall is my.. good acquaintance. Heimdall will die, but this isn't his time yet. Hela knows that.
Hela scowls, and says, "Interfere again, and I won't hesitate in killing you too."
"Noted." I drily say, and turning to Heimdall, I add, "Loki and I have an.. agreement. I won't battle any of his children. This was me defending your life once. Do not let this repeat, my dear Heimdall."
Nodding gratefully, Heimdall returns to his fight with Hela, this time being even more vigilant.
And I get back to my useless vigilance over the Realms, to see how Thor, Baldur, and the rest are faring.
Thor was busy thrashing Surtur, Baldur was fighting the ghosts, and Tyr was fighting the statue like Dead Berserkers. Alfheim was winning their war over Swartalfheim, which after the death of Kurse and Malekith, was easy as fuck.
Nidavellir had already won, and the Aesir there, including Modi, were just keeping their guard up, for now. Vanaheim was slowly losing, but the decline was so slow, that it won't even matter. Ragnarok will happen before Jotunheim conquers Vanaheim.
As for Odin, wow that's bad. He was literally hanging on by a thread. Loki was improving his condition using Gram's purifying properties, but it wasn't enough to keep him alive indefinitely, and the healers were just useless right now.
Any moment now, Thor should go and do his own task. Wonder what's taking him so long.
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A/N: Next chapter will finally show who destroyed Nornheim, killed the Norns, and killed Lady Sif and the Warriors Three.
The POV shifts, as much irritating, are necessary to show what else is happening on other places. By other places, I mean where other main characters are.
Thank you for your support! Goodbye!
Ch 77: Fifteen
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
A/N: Pat-reon: HelloDarkness07
SECOND CHAPTER OF THE DAY!
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Buri was enjoying himself. While he was busy taunting the Gods Above Gods, his descendants from another Universe, they were attacking him with their magic, as well as their weapons. Thankfully, he had remained unharmed.
The Infinity Stone on his finger, meant that every attack, Magical or Physical, passed right through him, without doing anything. So, Buri was just sitting down, as their attacks uselessly passed through him.
By now, Buri had recognised the beings in front of him, or at least, who they used to be, when they were Aesir.
Magni, Modi, Vali, Ellisiv, and Atli. Two Sons of Thor, a Son of Odin, and Two Granddaughters of Thor. The survivors after the first destruction of Asgard, by the hands of Surtur and Hela.
In this Universe too, Magni, Modi, Baldur, Hoenir, and a few more Gods escaped death, after the first destruction. However, where these ones helped plant the seed for the next cycle, the ones in front of him had other ideas.
They travelled to another Universe, this one, and managed to create a corner for themselves in Yggdrasil. A deal with the second Incarnation of Gods, meant that they got to feed from the destruction of the Realms.
"So, Modi, Magni? How does it feel that the only three descendants of your father that inherited his power does not include you?" Buri asks, shrugging off some dust from the spell that had crashed behind him.
Ellisiv, and Atli. The daughters of Woden. Woden was a Son of Thor, that had only appeared in this Universe once, during the first cycle. After the first death, he never returned, somehow. And his daughters from another Universe were now snarling at him, Buri.
Vali Odinson, their leader, says, "Enough, Buri. You cannot defeat us. Your great-grandsons, both Thor and Loki, have already tried when at their strongest. And they were far stronger than you are now, so give up, and return to Midgard. I will allow you to nurture the next generation, just like you did the last."
Buri laughs loudly, and says, "You're Odin's son alright. 'Allow me to nurture?' those are definitely Odin's words, boy. And you cannot kill me either, my death is beyond your hands, Vali."
Ellisiv snarls and punches down at Buri, her giant fist the size of Buri's entire body landing with a crash. As the dust clears out, Buri shows himself to be unharmed, the fist having passed right through him, again.
He says, "Control your temper, Ellisiv. This is exactly the reason why your grandfather didn't hand you the hammer. Not like you would have been able to lift it anyhow."
Buri internally chuckles, when she screams in anger, thankful for the Space Stone, or else he would have been dead, and the Bomb destroyed. He just hoped that the brats outside didn't mess things up.
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Theos:
I was getting bored now, nothing interesting was happening anywhere. Vanaheim was lost, the Jotuns having almost taken over. Just the Royal Palace was remaining, and it'll take them a lot of time to succeed in a siege.
Alfheim had won, the Dark Elves having been annihilated, and same with Nidavellir. The Rock Trolls were no more.
That just left Asgard, and we were winning. The Fire Giants had been defeated, most of them having died soon after Sindr had died. The rest, seeing the battle lost, ran back to Muspelheim.
The ghosts of the past were defeated too, with the Dead soldiers giving some troubles, but not much. Bor was the strongest of them, and Baldur took care of him. Right now, the remaining soldiers were just taking care of the stragglers.
The casualties were numerous, but soon, it wouldn't even matter. The battles were coming to an end, almost everywhere.
And in front of me, was the last major battle, if I discount Thor's battle with Surtur. It was going on, but Thor was winning.
Here, however, Hela was still fighting Heimdall, and he was losing. Heimdall is an amazing fighter, but Hela wasn't weak. She was strong, too strong, being the Ruler of a Realm.
Where Hela had strength, Heimdall had speed and senses. Even still, Heimdall was bleeding from various places, while Hela was only sporting a single cut on her chest.
Suddenly, however, the battle momentarily stops, when something comes through the atmosphere, and with a mighty crash, lands where Baldur and Odin are.
"This is bad." I say, seeing the landing being kill a horde of Aesir in one single swipe of his hand.
Heimdall nods grimly, and says, "You should go there, Lord Theos. Princes Baldur and Loki won't be able to defeat this foe. Not even together."
I nod, and say, "Good luck, Heimdall."
"I wish you well, Lord Theos. And.. be careful." Heimdall says, and turns back to Hela.
Ignoring the frowning Hela, who was also staring at the commotion happening within the city, I float upwards, and shoot towards the dust cloud.
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Baldur:
Having killed most of the stronger enemies, Baldur left the rest for the few hundred remaining Aesir. Many of the Einherjar had died, to either one of the many enemies. Even Tyr lost his life to a horde of Helheim soldiers.
Panting, Baldur approaches Loki, who was standing guard over Odin and the healers, and asks, "How is he?"
Loki sighs, and says, "Unfortunately," Baldur's heart beats louder, in fear, as Loki continues, "Odin is conscious, and you know how.. pleasant company he is."
Baldur scowls at Loki, and says, "Do not joke of such matter, Loki!"
Loki rolls his eyes, and gestures Baldur forward. Odin sees him, and sees Gungnir in his hands. Nodding, Odin winces, and says, "You are the perfect person to rise to the Throne, in Thor's absence."
Dropping his head, Baldur mumbles, "Right.. Pleasant."
Odin was still armless, but the wounds were covered now, by rolls of cloth. His eyes still looked a bit droopy, showing that just talking was tiring for him. The worst part about his injuries, was that his wounds were not healing, even after Lady Eir's magical spells.
Bor's Divine Axes, in addition to Fenrir's potent saliva, worked together in inhibiting magical healing. Even Gram's purifying properties did nothing to Odin, other than help him heal just a bit.
Odin says, "The War isn't over yet. Hela is still alive, and Thor hasn't won his fight yet, for some reason. Until then, stay vigilant."
"What's the use? We're all going to die soon anyway." Loki says, as he conjures a reclined chair for himself, and sits down atop it.
Odin snarls out, "What's the use?! If one enemy remains alive, and destroys Asgard, or any one of the Realms, before Thor and Grandfather can do their duties, we will once again be enslaved to the manipulations of the Bastards Above us. We need to prevent the destruction of ALL the Realms, until Thor can do it himself. Only then will we have won."
Loki scowls at Odin, but nods. He says, "Fine. We'll stay vigilant. It's not like some enemy is just going to drop out of the sky to attack us."
Baldur grips Gungnir, already knowing that Loki should not have said that. He sees up, just in time to see a small dot getting bigger in the skies of Asgard.
"Oh, Loki. You just had to tempt fate, didn't you." Baldur mumbles, still looking up, prompting the others to do the same.
All of them, even the healers, look up to see what looked like a burning meteor fall from the sky. It crashes a small distance away from the group, in the middle of a small group of Einherjar, blowing a big dust cloud all around, forcing the Gods to cover their eyes. Baldur hears the yells of attacking Aesir, but he stays his hand, somehow knowing that this isn't a foe he can underestimate.
When the dust cloud recedes, Baldur sees the being, about 12 feet tall, swipe one hand. The single swipe kills the attacking Einherjar by pure strength. None of their weapons pierce his thick skin, as the being picks one of the Einherjar and tears him in two with his two hands.
The being was yellow in colour, with dark orange shades in some places, with no hair to speak of, and was very muscular. On his hands, were three fingers, shaped like pointed horns, while his feet were the same. His head was red in colour, and on his head, were four small horns, two on each side.
His teeth were bigger than Baldur's hands, and thicker too, and behind his giant body, swishing around, was a tail as thick as Loki's entire body, pointed at the end. And most of all, even after landing from the skies, there was not even a single scratch on him.
Baldur yells, "STAY BACK!" as he sees more of his soldiers start to run towards the being.
The being chuckles, as the soldiers follow their King's orders, and just the small chuckles send shivers down everyone's spines.
"Who are you, beast? And how dare you attack Asgard!" Baldur yells, glaring hard. He knew that he wasn't strong enough to defeat the beast, but he had to show no fear, or else the battle is already half lost.
The Beast laughs harder, and steps his three toed foot on one of the fallen Aesir. As the body crushes under his foot, sending blood and grime flying, the beast Mockingly asks, "Didn't your father teach you anything, boy? Odin erased his history once more? Even those tiny Gods at Nornheim had no idea who I was, well most of them. The Queen knew, Karnilla, I think. Useless little thing that she was, her knowledge meant nothing when I destroyed Nornheim!"
"Karnilla!" Baldur whispers, memories of his old lover filling his mind, and anger at her death clouding his thoughts.
Odin, meanwhile, gains an understanding. He knew that Nornheim was destroyed, and the beast's presence here, meant that he now knew who the culprit was. This also meant that Lady Sif, the Warriors Three, Queen Karnilla, and the Norns, were all dead. Well, he wasn't sad about the last.
Baldur takes a step forward, despite knowing that he won't be able to defeat the giant beast. But he knows, that he has to delay the being until Thor can carry out his task, whatever it is. Plus, his anger has to be abated.
"Baldur stop!" Odin fearfully yells from his place in the healers' care, recognising the foe, as Loki looks on, warily looking at the beast.
"Rest, father. I know I cannot defeat this being, but I have to do something. I need to do it." Baldur says, hoisting Gungnir, without even turning back. Odin tries a bit more, to make his son stop, but Baldur doesn't listen, and starts running towards the beast.
The Beast sees him run towards him, and laughs louder. Smirking with his teeth showing, the Beast stays in his spot as Baldur jumps up, the spear in his hands pulled back above his head.
Baldur drops down from the sky, having jumped up, and slashes Gungnir downwards, aiming for the beast's head. Before the Spear can even touch the beast, however, his tail comes in between, and slaps Baldur back towards Loki.
Loki catches him with his magic, and drops him gently on the ground. He says, "Be careful, Baldur. This isn't a threat you can just punch through."
Before Baldur can ask for more details, like who this beast is, the Beast turns around and starts killing the Einherjar again, this time, approaching them.
Baldur winces, standing up, and says, "Later, brother. I need to take care of this madness."
Loki opens his mouth to stop him from attacking the beast, but says, "Sto- You know what, it's not like you're going to listen. Have fun, brother."
Ignoring his brother's snark, Baldur points Gungnir's tip at the beast, and focusing his Magic through it, fires a beam of Odinforce infused hot fire towards the beast.
The Enchantments on Gungnir allow its wielder to use any Divine Magic as easily as breathing. For those without Divine Magic, it means that Odinforce is theirs to command. For those with, Odinforce itself helps the wielder channel it, amplifying it as it is fired.
In this particular situation, however, that is not as much of an advantage as Baldur had expected.
The continuous stream of fire hits the Beast on the back, and he yelps for just a second, as fire covers his entire body. But then, the sound turns to one of elation, as the fire surrounding the being starts getting absorbed into him.
Baldur stops shooting, in shock, and just stares at the being, not knowing how Gungnir failed to hurt the being. Loki too was shocked, having felt the effects of Gungnir himself, and takes a step back in fear.
Odin sags downwards, and mumbles, "It's over. Our goals have failed."
The Being laughs loudly, having done with absorbing the Magic of Odinforce, and as his size starts becoming even greater, he yells, "YESS! GIVE ME MORE! SHOW ME THE STRENGTH OF A DYING GOD!"
Baldur snaps out of his fearful shock, and prepares to attack the beast physically, knowing that Magic won't work against him. Before he can even take one step forward, the Beast disappears from in front of him, and reappears right behind him.
With one hand, he picks up Baldur by his head, and as he struggles to get loose, and with his other, he takes Gungnir out of his hands.
Looking at it, he says, "Pretty weapon. Isn't this the same one that you used to kill them?"
Despite him not turning around, Odin knew that the question was asked to him, and he clenches his teeth, feeling entirely useless without his arms. The Beast then clenches his fist, and with a snap, the strongest weapon of Asgard, the Spear of Kings, breaks into multiple pieces, dropping down into a useless heap.
All the while, Loki looks on in silence, Gram in his hands, and Odin freezes, feeling the death of his beloved weapon, just like he had felt the Death of his wife.
The beast then opens his mouth and lets out the same flames he had just absorbed, right at the struggling Baldur's face, point blank.
Baldur yells, his own fires burning him, as the beast cackles loudly. Thankfully, Baldur is highly resistant to fire, being a Sun God, and other than a few minor burns, which still hurt, he was safe.
"Oh? Dead God is still alive? No matter, I shall cure you of that soon!" the Beast says, surprised to see the God still alive.
Slapping Loki away with his tail, as he had tried attacking his back with Gram, the beast uses Baldur's leg as a handle, and hammers his body down on the ground. Repeatedly.
As a helpless group of Gods look on, the beast starts punching his fists down at the now fallen God's body, smashing one giant fist at a time.
Between fists, he yells, "YOU TRIED ATTACKING ME!? WITH MAGIC?! NOW TASTE THE MIGHT OF THE JUDGEMENT OF GODS!" with a pause, he turns towards a still staring Odin, throws the battered, but still alive, body of Baldur towards Odin, and says, "Taste the Might of, THE MANGOG!"
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A/N: So, finally the hidden enemy is shown. Did anyone guess it?
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SECOND CHAPTER OF THE DAY!
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Buri was enjoying himself. While he was busy taunting the Gods Above Gods, his descendants from another Universe, they were attacking him with their magic, as well as their weapons. Thankfully, he had remained unharmed.
The Infinity Stone on his finger, meant that every attack, Magical or Physical, passed right through him, without doing anything. So, Buri was just sitting down, as their attacks uselessly passed through him.
By now, Buri had recognised the beings in front of him, or at least, who they used to be, when they were Aesir.
Magni, Modi, Vali, Ellisiv, and Atli. Two Sons of Thor, a Son of Odin, and Two Granddaughters of Thor. The survivors after the first destruction of Asgard, by the hands of Surtur and Hela.
In this Universe too, Magni, Modi, Baldur, Hoenir, and a few more Gods escaped death, after the first destruction. However, where these ones helped plant the seed for the next cycle, the ones in front of him had other ideas.
They travelled to another Universe, this one, and managed to create a corner for themselves in Yggdrasil. A deal with the second Incarnation of Gods, meant that they got to feed from the destruction of the Realms.
"So, Modi, Magni? How does it feel that the only three descendants of your father that inherited his power does not include you?" Buri asks, shrugging off some dust from the spell that had crashed behind him.
Ellisiv, and Atli. The daughters of Woden. Woden was a Son of Thor, that had only appeared in this Universe once, during the first cycle. After the first death, he never returned, somehow. And his daughters from another Universe were now snarling at him, Buri.
Vali Odinson, their leader, says, "Enough, Buri. You cannot defeat us. Your great-grandsons, both Thor and Loki, have already tried when at their strongest. And they were far stronger than you are now, so give up, and return to Midgard. I will allow you to nurture the next generation, just like you did the last."
Buri laughs loudly, and says, "You're Odin's son alright. 'Allow me to nurture?' those are definitely Odin's words, boy. And you cannot kill me either, my death is beyond your hands, Vali."
Ellisiv snarls and punches down at Buri, her giant fist the size of Buri's entire body landing with a crash. As the dust clears out, Buri shows himself to be unharmed, the fist having passed right through him, again.
He says, "Control your temper, Ellisiv. This is exactly the reason why your grandfather didn't hand you the hammer. Not like you would have been able to lift it anyhow."
Buri internally chuckles, when she screams in anger, thankful for the Space Stone, or else he would have been dead, and the Bomb destroyed. He just hoped that the brats outside didn't mess things up.
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Theos:
I was getting bored now, nothing interesting was happening anywhere. Vanaheim was lost, the Jotuns having almost taken over. Just the Royal Palace was remaining, and it'll take them a lot of time to succeed in a siege.
Alfheim had won, the Dark Elves having been annihilated, and same with Nidavellir. The Rock Trolls were no more.
That just left Asgard, and we were winning. The Fire Giants had been defeated, most of them having died soon after Sindr had died. The rest, seeing the battle lost, ran back to Muspelheim.
The ghosts of the past were defeated too, with the Dead soldiers giving some troubles, but not much. Bor was the strongest of them, and Baldur took care of him. Right now, the remaining soldiers were just taking care of the stragglers.
The casualties were numerous, but soon, it wouldn't even matter. The battles were coming to an end, almost everywhere.
And in front of me, was the last major battle, if I discount Thor's battle with Surtur. It was going on, but Thor was winning.
Here, however, Hela was still fighting Heimdall, and he was losing. Heimdall is an amazing fighter, but Hela wasn't weak. She was strong, too strong, being the Ruler of a Realm.
Where Hela had strength, Heimdall had speed and senses. Even still, Heimdall was bleeding from various places, while Hela was only sporting a single cut on her chest.
Suddenly, however, the battle momentarily stops, when something comes through the atmosphere, and with a mighty crash, lands where Baldur and Odin are.
"This is bad." I say, seeing the landing being kill a horde of Aesir in one single swipe of his hand.
Heimdall nods grimly, and says, "You should go there, Lord Theos. Princes Baldur and Loki won't be able to defeat this foe. Not even together."
I nod, and say, "Good luck, Heimdall."
"I wish you well, Lord Theos. And.. be careful." Heimdall says, and turns back to Hela.
Ignoring the frowning Hela, who was also staring at the commotion happening within the city, I float upwards, and shoot towards the dust cloud.
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Baldur:
Having killed most of the stronger enemies, Baldur left the rest for the few hundred remaining Aesir. Many of the Einherjar had died, to either one of the many enemies. Even Tyr lost his life to a horde of Helheim soldiers.
Panting, Baldur approaches Loki, who was standing guard over Odin and the healers, and asks, "How is he?"
Loki sighs, and says, "Unfortunately," Baldur's heart beats louder, in fear, as Loki continues, "Odin is conscious, and you know how.. pleasant company he is."
Baldur scowls at Loki, and says, "Do not joke of such matter, Loki!"
Loki rolls his eyes, and gestures Baldur forward. Odin sees him, and sees Gungnir in his hands. Nodding, Odin winces, and says, "You are the perfect person to rise to the Throne, in Thor's absence."
Dropping his head, Baldur mumbles, "Right.. Pleasant."
Odin was still armless, but the wounds were covered now, by rolls of cloth. His eyes still looked a bit droopy, showing that just talking was tiring for him. The worst part about his injuries, was that his wounds were not healing, even after Lady Eir's magical spells.
Bor's Divine Axes, in addition to Fenrir's potent saliva, worked together in inhibiting magical healing. Even Gram's purifying properties did nothing to Odin, other than help him heal just a bit.
Odin says, "The War isn't over yet. Hela is still alive, and Thor hasn't won his fight yet, for some reason. Until then, stay vigilant."
"What's the use? We're all going to die soon anyway." Loki says, as he conjures a reclined chair for himself, and sits down atop it.
Odin snarls out, "What's the use?! If one enemy remains alive, and destroys Asgard, or any one of the Realms, before Thor and Grandfather can do their duties, we will once again be enslaved to the manipulations of the Bastards Above us. We need to prevent the destruction of ALL the Realms, until Thor can do it himself. Only then will we have won."
Loki scowls at Odin, but nods. He says, "Fine. We'll stay vigilant. It's not like some enemy is just going to drop out of the sky to attack us."
Baldur grips Gungnir, already knowing that Loki should not have said that. He sees up, just in time to see a small dot getting bigger in the skies of Asgard.
"Oh, Loki. You just had to tempt fate, didn't you." Baldur mumbles, still looking up, prompting the others to do the same.
All of them, even the healers, look up to see what looked like a burning meteor fall from the sky. It crashes a small distance away from the group, in the middle of a small group of Einherjar, blowing a big dust cloud all around, forcing the Gods to cover their eyes. Baldur hears the yells of attacking Aesir, but he stays his hand, somehow knowing that this isn't a foe he can underestimate.
When the dust cloud recedes, Baldur sees the being, about 12 feet tall, swipe one hand. The single swipe kills the attacking Einherjar by pure strength. None of their weapons pierce his thick skin, as the being picks one of the Einherjar and tears him in two with his two hands.
The being was yellow in colour, with dark orange shades in some places, with no hair to speak of, and was very muscular. On his hands, were three fingers, shaped like pointed horns, while his feet were the same. His head was red in colour, and on his head, were four small horns, two on each side.
His teeth were bigger than Baldur's hands, and thicker too, and behind his giant body, swishing around, was a tail as thick as Loki's entire body, pointed at the end. And most of all, even after landing from the skies, there was not even a single scratch on him.
Baldur yells, "STAY BACK!" as he sees more of his soldiers start to run towards the being.
The being chuckles, as the soldiers follow their King's orders, and just the small chuckles send shivers down everyone's spines.
"Who are you, beast? And how dare you attack Asgard!" Baldur yells, glaring hard. He knew that he wasn't strong enough to defeat the beast, but he had to show no fear, or else the battle is already half lost.
The Beast laughs harder, and steps his three toed foot on one of the fallen Aesir. As the body crushes under his foot, sending blood and grime flying, the beast Mockingly asks, "Didn't your father teach you anything, boy? Odin erased his history once more? Even those tiny Gods at Nornheim had no idea who I was, well most of them. The Queen knew, Karnilla, I think. Useless little thing that she was, her knowledge meant nothing when I destroyed Nornheim!"
"Karnilla!" Baldur whispers, memories of his old lover filling his mind, and anger at her death clouding his thoughts.
Odin, meanwhile, gains an understanding. He knew that Nornheim was destroyed, and the beast's presence here, meant that he now knew who the culprit was. This also meant that Lady Sif, the Warriors Three, Queen Karnilla, and the Norns, were all dead. Well, he wasn't sad about the last.
Baldur takes a step forward, despite knowing that he won't be able to defeat the giant beast. But he knows, that he has to delay the being until Thor can carry out his task, whatever it is. Plus, his anger has to be abated.
"Baldur stop!" Odin fearfully yells from his place in the healers' care, recognising the foe, as Loki looks on, warily looking at the beast.
"Rest, father. I know I cannot defeat this being, but I have to do something. I need to do it." Baldur says, hoisting Gungnir, without even turning back. Odin tries a bit more, to make his son stop, but Baldur doesn't listen, and starts running towards the beast.
The Beast sees him run towards him, and laughs louder. Smirking with his teeth showing, the Beast stays in his spot as Baldur jumps up, the spear in his hands pulled back above his head.
Baldur drops down from the sky, having jumped up, and slashes Gungnir downwards, aiming for the beast's head. Before the Spear can even touch the beast, however, his tail comes in between, and slaps Baldur back towards Loki.
Loki catches him with his magic, and drops him gently on the ground. He says, "Be careful, Baldur. This isn't a threat you can just punch through."
Before Baldur can ask for more details, like who this beast is, the Beast turns around and starts killing the Einherjar again, this time, approaching them.
Baldur winces, standing up, and says, "Later, brother. I need to take care of this madness."
Loki opens his mouth to stop him from attacking the beast, but says, "Sto- You know what, it's not like you're going to listen. Have fun, brother."
Ignoring his brother's snark, Baldur points Gungnir's tip at the beast, and focusing his Magic through it, fires a beam of Odinforce infused hot fire towards the beast.
The Enchantments on Gungnir allow its wielder to use any Divine Magic as easily as breathing. For those without Divine Magic, it means that Odinforce is theirs to command. For those with, Odinforce itself helps the wielder channel it, amplifying it as it is fired.
In this particular situation, however, that is not as much of an advantage as Baldur had expected.
The continuous stream of fire hits the Beast on the back, and he yelps for just a second, as fire covers his entire body. But then, the sound turns to one of elation, as the fire surrounding the being starts getting absorbed into him.
Baldur stops shooting, in shock, and just stares at the being, not knowing how Gungnir failed to hurt the being. Loki too was shocked, having felt the effects of Gungnir himself, and takes a step back in fear.
Odin sags downwards, and mumbles, "It's over. Our goals have failed."
The Being laughs loudly, having done with absorbing the Magic of Odinforce, and as his size starts becoming even greater, he yells, "YESS! GIVE ME MORE! SHOW ME THE STRENGTH OF A DYING GOD!"
Baldur snaps out of his fearful shock, and prepares to attack the beast physically, knowing that Magic won't work against him. Before he can even take one step forward, the Beast disappears from in front of him, and reappears right behind him.
With one hand, he picks up Baldur by his head, and as he struggles to get loose, and with his other, he takes Gungnir out of his hands.
Looking at it, he says, "Pretty weapon. Isn't this the same one that you used to kill them?"
Despite him not turning around, Odin knew that the question was asked to him, and he clenches his teeth, feeling entirely useless without his arms. The Beast then clenches his fist, and with a snap, the strongest weapon of Asgard, the Spear of Kings, breaks into multiple pieces, dropping down into a useless heap.
All the while, Loki looks on in silence, Gram in his hands, and Odin freezes, feeling the death of his beloved weapon, just like he had felt the Death of his wife.
The beast then opens his mouth and lets out the same flames he had just absorbed, right at the struggling Baldur's face, point blank.
Baldur yells, his own fires burning him, as the beast cackles loudly. Thankfully, Baldur is highly resistant to fire, being a Sun God, and other than a few minor burns, which still hurt, he was safe.
"Oh? Dead God is still alive? No matter, I shall cure you of that soon!" the Beast says, surprised to see the God still alive.
Slapping Loki away with his tail, as he had tried attacking his back with Gram, the beast uses Baldur's leg as a handle, and hammers his body down on the ground. Repeatedly.
As a helpless group of Gods look on, the beast starts punching his fists down at the now fallen God's body, smashing one giant fist at a time.
Between fists, he yells, "YOU TRIED ATTACKING ME!? WITH MAGIC?! NOW TASTE THE MIGHT OF THE JUDGEMENT OF GODS!" with a pause, he turns towards a still staring Odin, throws the battered, but still alive, body of Baldur towards Odin, and says, "Taste the Might of, THE MANGOG!"
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A/N: So, finally the hidden enemy is shown. Did anyone guess it?
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Ch 78: Revealed
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
A/N: Pat-reon: HelloDarkness07.
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As I fly towards the fight, I look over the Beast, not knowing who he is from all my knowledge. However, I don't have to wait too long, as even from over a mile away, I hear the Beast proclaim himself as, "THE MANGOG!"
Whoever that is.
As Odin gets knocked back to the ground, because of the thrown body of Baldur, Loki stands in front of them. Mangog stops a few feet in front of Loki, and looks down at him.
He says, "And who are you supposed to be?"
Loki opens his mouth to tell Mangog his name, "Lo-"
"Doesn't matter. You're just another Dead God to me." Mangog interrupts, and with an impressive speed, punches towards Loki's head. Loki closes his eyes instinctively, knowing that he cannot get away from the punch, but creates a Magical shield to defend himself.
Dropping down in between them, I create a Vibranium shield, big enough to cover my entire body, and use it to block the punch. The punch tears through the Magical shield spell like paper, and approaches my Vibranium shield.
With a loud gong, the shield successfully defends us from the hit, but sends me skidding back a foot.
"Never before have I been so glad to see you, Jordson." Loki mumbles, opening his eyes.
Eyeing the bewildered beast in front of me, I say, "Well, don't get your hopes up, too much. Even I'll find it hard to kill this beast."
"Who are you?" Mangog asks, looking towards me in confusion.
Still hefting my giant shield, I answer, "Theos Jordson. I'm.. not from around here."
Mangog frowns, and says, "No matter. You're still a God, and hence selfish and evil."
Kicking Loki behind me, I allow Mangog to punch at me again. As Mangog does so, I release the Kinetic energy stored within my shield as soon as the punch connects. So it is, that Mangog is hit with the force of his own punch, and gets sent back a dozen feet, allowing me breathing space.
As he starts standing back up, I think, 'Right, I know Magic won't work on him, and neither will any Divine Energy. He's literally built to fight Gods, like Gorr and Knull, from the looks of it. So, physical fight it is.'
Vanishing the shield, I run towards a now standing Mangog, and jump up to knee his face. The knee connects, sending his head back a bit. But, before I land down, I get caught by a giant hand around my hip.
"That tickled." Mangog says, grinning like crazy, and with a headbutt, sends me crashing down on the ground.
"Urgh!" I gasp, as I land down, hard, hurting on both my head, as well as my body.
As my body starts healing, Mangog stomps his leg on me, and begins putting pressure. Thankfully, my armour is more than durable enough to decrease the pressure I actually feel.
He says, "Is this the best of Asgard, Odin? Where is this Thor I heard so much about? That fat one was really threatening me with this Thor's presence."
Closing my eyes, I summon my trusty wood underneath me, and with a snap, send over a hundred wooden stumps flying at the taunting Mangog.
Mangog gets hit by them all, at once, and is sent flying away from me. Coughing, I regain my breath, and ask Odin, "What the fuck did you do to piss him off?"
Odin glares at me, which is pretty much useless in cowering anyone, considering his lack of arms, and that he was currently only alive because of the healers.
Loki answers for him, and says, "Nothing major, a small genocide of a race of a Billion beings. Their malice, and the malice of any being killed by any God out there, all of it combined to form the currently approaching monster, the Mangog."
I glare at Odin back, now knowing that of course it's all his fault, and turn back to Mangog.
The 12 foot being lands right on top of me, with a downwards swing of his fist. Turning around it, I summon Ànemos to my arms, and immediately bring it down on his arm.
"WHAT!?" I yell, surprised at the results of my attack before me.
"HNGH!" Mangog grunts in pain, looking surprised at his arm.
The Adamantine axe, made from a material said to be the sharpest in the world, and then further enchanted to be even sharper, giving it the ability to cut through Divine flesh like butter, and then Enchanted again by my own blood, to be able to cut through Celestial armour, was stopped by the bones of this Mangog.
The axe cut through his skin, no problems there, but instead of cutting right through his bones, the axe stopped at it.
Taking advantage of my surprise, Mangog's left arm punches me in my face, once again sending me back. I wipe the blood off my lip, and summon Astrapi to my other hand.
Mangog just clenches his hand once, and it heals right in front of my eyes. He says, "You cut through my skin!" and he sounds honest to Queen, shocked.
I say nothing, but run towards him, this time with Lightning and wind coursing through my two axes to give it an even more cutting power. Mangog stays in his spot, allowing me a freedom to approach him.
With a mighty swing, I throw a wind covered Ànemos towards Mangog's knee, and as he dodges it by stepping to the side, I jump up with Astrapi raised upwards, using my momentum to add to my already impressive strength.
Mangog catches my arm mid swing, stopping the lightning covered blade of Astrapi right in front of his face, to my surprise. I stare, wide eyed, not believing this feat of strength and speed, and am unable to even move, when Mangog puts me in between him, and the re-approaching Ànemos.
Thankfully, while the Axe hits my body, sending me flying away from Mangog's hands, the Enchantments upon it doesn't allow it to actually cut me this time. He's not a Celestial, and he's definitely not Knull.
"You're a resilient one, aren't you?" Mangog asks, as I stand back up.
He lifts his fist, and as I just look at his, now Lightning covered, arm, he brings it down on my head. I cross my arms, my axes both fallen down some time, and brace for the hit.
"Ungh!" I grunt, my knees involuntarily bending due to the force, and I have just enough time to widen my eyes, before a very strong kick to my right side, sends me flying back towards Loki, who thankfully catches me.
I spit out blood, my body healing itself, and say, "By all the Gods out there, he's stronger, faster, smarter, and more resilient than anyone I've ever encountered."
"Don't forget that he absorbs Magic, and can use it as if his own, no matter what kind." Loki kindly adds, while helping me stand up.
"Jordson.. leave. This is not an enemy you can defeat, not without Thor here." Odin says, coming to stand behind us, but just a single glance at his face is enough to tell that he's a guest of just a few more minutes.
Meanwhile, Mangog just stomps towards us, slowly, as if taunting us. Like there is nothing we can do to kill him, which is almost true.
Looking at the body of Baldur, who has succumbed to his wounds some time during my fight, I sigh, resigning myself to my fate.
Looks like the time for hiding is over.
Just this very short exchange between us has told me that not even a hundred thousand more years will allow me, as a God, to kill Mangog, without any external help. So.. I should stop being a God to fight him.
Shrugging off Loki's hand, as he was still supporting me, I say, "Odin, our deal was that I help you fight during this war, until Thor and the old man do their jobs. I'm guessing that includes keeping Asgard from being destroyed by the ugly bastard over their, right?"
As Odin nods, I say, "I guess, I have no choice then."
Mangog speeds up in his walk, and then advances to a jog. Giving Loki a look, I say, "Goodbye Loki, may your next life be better than this one."
Loki looks at me with sad eyes, and nods, knowing what I'm about to do, while Odin looks on in confusion. His eyes however widen, as he turns to see Mangog approaching faster, seeing us just stand there.
I just sigh and close my eyes, as Mangog raises his fist. In slow motion, I see Mangog's fist approach us, the single fist big enough to hit both me and Loki at once.
5 meters.
3 meters.
2 meters.
1 meter.
As the fist slowly approaches, both Loki and I stay in our places, and Odin awkwardly ducks down to dodge the fist.
As the fist reaches a foot away from us, I snap open my eyes, and stop the fist with my hand. My single left hand.
They all look on, as I stop Mangog's charging punch with one hand, and not even skid back a little. I glare at Mangog, and say, "You call me selfish and evil, while not knowing anything about me, all the while killing people left and right?"
Mangog just gapes, probably having been stopped in his charge for the first time, ever.
With a small bit of effort, I pull Mangog by the hand, towards myself, and before he can even register it, I punch him straight on his cheek, sending him flying back way further than he sent me, straight towards the sea.
With a sad smile, I summon my Axes and store them back in their holsters.
"Wha-" Odin asks, mouth agape at the spectacle, and with a lot of fear.
I just sigh again, knowing that even this is not enough to defeat Mangog. But I have to say, this is freeing.
I was coursing my Cosmic Energy through my body, once again. For so long was I holding it back, that just this one small taste was enough to make me lose myself in the high.
I don't, though. I'm not an idiot.
Already knowing somewhat, that Odin will ignore it, I say, "For all it's worth, I don't intend to harm Midgard, or any of it's inhabitants, including the Gods."
Odin doesn't understand, at first, but he soon does, as soon as I start floating upwards into the air.
My body, as it starts floating up, changes. It starts growing, slowly, from it's measly 6'7, and stops at a healthy, but still small for me, 13 feet high. I don't stop there, and make my Vibranium armour recede.
Like nanoparticles, my Knightly armour gets absorbed into my skin, and is gone within a couple seconds. With another thought, a liquid, gray in colour, starts bleeding out of my skin, and it keeps coming.
Bit by bit, to the shock of the spectators, the gray armour bleeds out of my pores, and covers my entire body in a new armour.
The armour of Theos, the Guardian.
My Celestial Armour.
Turning around just in time to catch a sneak attack punch from a teleporting Mangog, I crush his wrist, and hold him tightly by the neck.
As he starts struggling for air, I say, "You say you're the Judgement for Gods? Now I'm the Judgement for you! And I judge you guilty!"
A white flash of light forces them all to close their eyes for a second, hiding the struggling Mangog, and the now terrifying Jordson, me. Whenever they may open their eyes, it'll be to find neither me there, nor Mangog.
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Odin:
Sky God.
Celestial.
Theos Jordson.
A son of Jord, a Celestial?
Various thoughts go through his mind, some of them wondering how it is possible for Jord to birth a Celestial, and Theos is most definitely a Celestial. He was there, when the First host came, and he was there, when the Sorcerer Agamotto defeated another Celestial. He remembers at least that much from his last life.
There was no mistake there.
But another part of him wondered, 'Does anyone else know?'
While he was grateful for the help Theos's presence did to Asgard's survival, he knows that Celestials cannot be trusted. And so, he does something that he might have regretted some other day.
Summoning the broken pieces of Gungnir towards himself, he stares morosely, as they fall uselessly in front of him. Tearfully, he croaks out, "Eir. Put one of the bigger pieces of the spear on my chest. Doesn't matter which one."
"Father, think before taking any drastic steps." Loki warns, as Eir carries her duty to her King, however injured he might be.
Ignoring Loki, as Eir puts the top part of Gungnir on his chest, he focuses within himself, and summons the Council of Godheads.
It takes a few minutes of waiting within the Astral Plane, before the hundreds of Godheads, the Kings and Queens of their respective Pantheons appear.
Indra, the King of the Vedic Gods of Swarga, looks at the armless Odin, and in a drawn out tone, asks, "What is the purpose of calling us here, Odin? Aren't you in the middle of a war right now?"
Before anyone else can repeat the question, Odin says, "Listen well, Council. I don't have much time, for I am dying. The youngest son of Jord, or whatever name you know her by, the one named Theos. He is a Celestial. I don't know how, but he is, and I just saw him in his Celestial form. Make of that, what you will."
And with that, he disappears, both from the Council, in the Astral Plane, and Asgard, in the physical plane. This ended the reign of Odin Borson, as he dies, having left Chaos in his absence.
Every Godhead had just one thought in their mind. 'Theos, one of the Gods, is a Celestial in disguise.' As one, every God there begins to yell in outrage, fear, anger, and malice, towards both Gaea, and Theos.
Meanwhile, Gaea, who had also felt the Call of the Council, quietly leaves, to warn her son of this new development.
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A/N: So. The secret is finally out. I always envisioned the secret to come out after Ragnarok. Why? You'll see, soon. It just felt like the perfect timing, you know?
Only two more chapters of Ragnarok remaining. Wish me luck!
Thank you for your support! Tata!
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As I fly towards the fight, I look over the Beast, not knowing who he is from all my knowledge. However, I don't have to wait too long, as even from over a mile away, I hear the Beast proclaim himself as, "THE MANGOG!"
Whoever that is.
As Odin gets knocked back to the ground, because of the thrown body of Baldur, Loki stands in front of them. Mangog stops a few feet in front of Loki, and looks down at him.
He says, "And who are you supposed to be?"
Loki opens his mouth to tell Mangog his name, "Lo-"
"Doesn't matter. You're just another Dead God to me." Mangog interrupts, and with an impressive speed, punches towards Loki's head. Loki closes his eyes instinctively, knowing that he cannot get away from the punch, but creates a Magical shield to defend himself.
Dropping down in between them, I create a Vibranium shield, big enough to cover my entire body, and use it to block the punch. The punch tears through the Magical shield spell like paper, and approaches my Vibranium shield.
With a loud gong, the shield successfully defends us from the hit, but sends me skidding back a foot.
"Never before have I been so glad to see you, Jordson." Loki mumbles, opening his eyes.
Eyeing the bewildered beast in front of me, I say, "Well, don't get your hopes up, too much. Even I'll find it hard to kill this beast."
"Who are you?" Mangog asks, looking towards me in confusion.
Still hefting my giant shield, I answer, "Theos Jordson. I'm.. not from around here."
Mangog frowns, and says, "No matter. You're still a God, and hence selfish and evil."
Kicking Loki behind me, I allow Mangog to punch at me again. As Mangog does so, I release the Kinetic energy stored within my shield as soon as the punch connects. So it is, that Mangog is hit with the force of his own punch, and gets sent back a dozen feet, allowing me breathing space.
As he starts standing back up, I think, 'Right, I know Magic won't work on him, and neither will any Divine Energy. He's literally built to fight Gods, like Gorr and Knull, from the looks of it. So, physical fight it is.'
Vanishing the shield, I run towards a now standing Mangog, and jump up to knee his face. The knee connects, sending his head back a bit. But, before I land down, I get caught by a giant hand around my hip.
"That tickled." Mangog says, grinning like crazy, and with a headbutt, sends me crashing down on the ground.
"Urgh!" I gasp, as I land down, hard, hurting on both my head, as well as my body.
As my body starts healing, Mangog stomps his leg on me, and begins putting pressure. Thankfully, my armour is more than durable enough to decrease the pressure I actually feel.
He says, "Is this the best of Asgard, Odin? Where is this Thor I heard so much about? That fat one was really threatening me with this Thor's presence."
Closing my eyes, I summon my trusty wood underneath me, and with a snap, send over a hundred wooden stumps flying at the taunting Mangog.
Mangog gets hit by them all, at once, and is sent flying away from me. Coughing, I regain my breath, and ask Odin, "What the fuck did you do to piss him off?"
Odin glares at me, which is pretty much useless in cowering anyone, considering his lack of arms, and that he was currently only alive because of the healers.
Loki answers for him, and says, "Nothing major, a small genocide of a race of a Billion beings. Their malice, and the malice of any being killed by any God out there, all of it combined to form the currently approaching monster, the Mangog."
I glare at Odin back, now knowing that of course it's all his fault, and turn back to Mangog.
The 12 foot being lands right on top of me, with a downwards swing of his fist. Turning around it, I summon Ànemos to my arms, and immediately bring it down on his arm.
"WHAT!?" I yell, surprised at the results of my attack before me.
"HNGH!" Mangog grunts in pain, looking surprised at his arm.
The Adamantine axe, made from a material said to be the sharpest in the world, and then further enchanted to be even sharper, giving it the ability to cut through Divine flesh like butter, and then Enchanted again by my own blood, to be able to cut through Celestial armour, was stopped by the bones of this Mangog.
The axe cut through his skin, no problems there, but instead of cutting right through his bones, the axe stopped at it.
Taking advantage of my surprise, Mangog's left arm punches me in my face, once again sending me back. I wipe the blood off my lip, and summon Astrapi to my other hand.
Mangog just clenches his hand once, and it heals right in front of my eyes. He says, "You cut through my skin!" and he sounds honest to Queen, shocked.
I say nothing, but run towards him, this time with Lightning and wind coursing through my two axes to give it an even more cutting power. Mangog stays in his spot, allowing me a freedom to approach him.
With a mighty swing, I throw a wind covered Ànemos towards Mangog's knee, and as he dodges it by stepping to the side, I jump up with Astrapi raised upwards, using my momentum to add to my already impressive strength.
Mangog catches my arm mid swing, stopping the lightning covered blade of Astrapi right in front of his face, to my surprise. I stare, wide eyed, not believing this feat of strength and speed, and am unable to even move, when Mangog puts me in between him, and the re-approaching Ànemos.
Thankfully, while the Axe hits my body, sending me flying away from Mangog's hands, the Enchantments upon it doesn't allow it to actually cut me this time. He's not a Celestial, and he's definitely not Knull.
"You're a resilient one, aren't you?" Mangog asks, as I stand back up.
He lifts his fist, and as I just look at his, now Lightning covered, arm, he brings it down on my head. I cross my arms, my axes both fallen down some time, and brace for the hit.
"Ungh!" I grunt, my knees involuntarily bending due to the force, and I have just enough time to widen my eyes, before a very strong kick to my right side, sends me flying back towards Loki, who thankfully catches me.
I spit out blood, my body healing itself, and say, "By all the Gods out there, he's stronger, faster, smarter, and more resilient than anyone I've ever encountered."
"Don't forget that he absorbs Magic, and can use it as if his own, no matter what kind." Loki kindly adds, while helping me stand up.
"Jordson.. leave. This is not an enemy you can defeat, not without Thor here." Odin says, coming to stand behind us, but just a single glance at his face is enough to tell that he's a guest of just a few more minutes.
Meanwhile, Mangog just stomps towards us, slowly, as if taunting us. Like there is nothing we can do to kill him, which is almost true.
Looking at the body of Baldur, who has succumbed to his wounds some time during my fight, I sigh, resigning myself to my fate.
Looks like the time for hiding is over.
Just this very short exchange between us has told me that not even a hundred thousand more years will allow me, as a God, to kill Mangog, without any external help. So.. I should stop being a God to fight him.
Shrugging off Loki's hand, as he was still supporting me, I say, "Odin, our deal was that I help you fight during this war, until Thor and the old man do their jobs. I'm guessing that includes keeping Asgard from being destroyed by the ugly bastard over their, right?"
As Odin nods, I say, "I guess, I have no choice then."
Mangog speeds up in his walk, and then advances to a jog. Giving Loki a look, I say, "Goodbye Loki, may your next life be better than this one."
Loki looks at me with sad eyes, and nods, knowing what I'm about to do, while Odin looks on in confusion. His eyes however widen, as he turns to see Mangog approaching faster, seeing us just stand there.
I just sigh and close my eyes, as Mangog raises his fist. In slow motion, I see Mangog's fist approach us, the single fist big enough to hit both me and Loki at once.
5 meters.
3 meters.
2 meters.
1 meter.
As the fist slowly approaches, both Loki and I stay in our places, and Odin awkwardly ducks down to dodge the fist.
As the fist reaches a foot away from us, I snap open my eyes, and stop the fist with my hand. My single left hand.
They all look on, as I stop Mangog's charging punch with one hand, and not even skid back a little. I glare at Mangog, and say, "You call me selfish and evil, while not knowing anything about me, all the while killing people left and right?"
Mangog just gapes, probably having been stopped in his charge for the first time, ever.
With a small bit of effort, I pull Mangog by the hand, towards myself, and before he can even register it, I punch him straight on his cheek, sending him flying back way further than he sent me, straight towards the sea.
With a sad smile, I summon my Axes and store them back in their holsters.
"Wha-" Odin asks, mouth agape at the spectacle, and with a lot of fear.
I just sigh again, knowing that even this is not enough to defeat Mangog. But I have to say, this is freeing.
I was coursing my Cosmic Energy through my body, once again. For so long was I holding it back, that just this one small taste was enough to make me lose myself in the high.
I don't, though. I'm not an idiot.
Already knowing somewhat, that Odin will ignore it, I say, "For all it's worth, I don't intend to harm Midgard, or any of it's inhabitants, including the Gods."
Odin doesn't understand, at first, but he soon does, as soon as I start floating upwards into the air.
My body, as it starts floating up, changes. It starts growing, slowly, from it's measly 6'7, and stops at a healthy, but still small for me, 13 feet high. I don't stop there, and make my Vibranium armour recede.
Like nanoparticles, my Knightly armour gets absorbed into my skin, and is gone within a couple seconds. With another thought, a liquid, gray in colour, starts bleeding out of my skin, and it keeps coming.
Bit by bit, to the shock of the spectators, the gray armour bleeds out of my pores, and covers my entire body in a new armour.
The armour of Theos, the Guardian.
My Celestial Armour.
Turning around just in time to catch a sneak attack punch from a teleporting Mangog, I crush his wrist, and hold him tightly by the neck.
As he starts struggling for air, I say, "You say you're the Judgement for Gods? Now I'm the Judgement for you! And I judge you guilty!"
A white flash of light forces them all to close their eyes for a second, hiding the struggling Mangog, and the now terrifying Jordson, me. Whenever they may open their eyes, it'll be to find neither me there, nor Mangog.
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Odin:
Sky God.
Celestial.
Theos Jordson.
A son of Jord, a Celestial?
Various thoughts go through his mind, some of them wondering how it is possible for Jord to birth a Celestial, and Theos is most definitely a Celestial. He was there, when the First host came, and he was there, when the Sorcerer Agamotto defeated another Celestial. He remembers at least that much from his last life.
There was no mistake there.
But another part of him wondered, 'Does anyone else know?'
While he was grateful for the help Theos's presence did to Asgard's survival, he knows that Celestials cannot be trusted. And so, he does something that he might have regretted some other day.
Summoning the broken pieces of Gungnir towards himself, he stares morosely, as they fall uselessly in front of him. Tearfully, he croaks out, "Eir. Put one of the bigger pieces of the spear on my chest. Doesn't matter which one."
"Father, think before taking any drastic steps." Loki warns, as Eir carries her duty to her King, however injured he might be.
Ignoring Loki, as Eir puts the top part of Gungnir on his chest, he focuses within himself, and summons the Council of Godheads.
It takes a few minutes of waiting within the Astral Plane, before the hundreds of Godheads, the Kings and Queens of their respective Pantheons appear.
Indra, the King of the Vedic Gods of Swarga, looks at the armless Odin, and in a drawn out tone, asks, "What is the purpose of calling us here, Odin? Aren't you in the middle of a war right now?"
Before anyone else can repeat the question, Odin says, "Listen well, Council. I don't have much time, for I am dying. The youngest son of Jord, or whatever name you know her by, the one named Theos. He is a Celestial. I don't know how, but he is, and I just saw him in his Celestial form. Make of that, what you will."
And with that, he disappears, both from the Council, in the Astral Plane, and Asgard, in the physical plane. This ended the reign of Odin Borson, as he dies, having left Chaos in his absence.
Every Godhead had just one thought in their mind. 'Theos, one of the Gods, is a Celestial in disguise.' As one, every God there begins to yell in outrage, fear, anger, and malice, towards both Gaea, and Theos.
Meanwhile, Gaea, who had also felt the Call of the Council, quietly leaves, to warn her son of this new development.
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A/N: So. The secret is finally out. I always envisioned the secret to come out after Ragnarok. Why? You'll see, soon. It just felt like the perfect timing, you know?
Only two more chapters of Ragnarok remaining. Wish me luck!
Thank you for your support! Tata!
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- USA
F'cking Odin.
Really!?!?
You call on a guy for help, he saves your life, saves every future version of you, and tells uou point blank "I am not your or any person on Earth's enemy" and he pulls this shit!?!?
Leave Asgard to it's fate.
Really!?!?
You call on a guy for help, he saves your life, saves every future version of you, and tells uou point blank "I am not your or any person on Earth's enemy" and he pulls this shit!?!?
Leave Asgard to it's fate.
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- He/Him/His
What can I say? He's Odin!
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- Africa
I thought knowledge of the life death cycle he was trapped in along with the rest of his people would have granted him enough self awareness to learn from his mistakes and not be well ... Odin
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- Israel
Classic Odin move, fuck everyone over with his bullshit. First genocide that causes a nigh unkillable beast to appear and then betray the person that fights that beast for you so that you can fuck him over after your death.
Wow, just... Wow..
Wow, just... Wow..
Definitely a dick move, but playing devils advocate, he's been in active combat for a while AND he's dying thus incapable of putting up a fight, so he made a hasty snap judgment call on a being from a species he has feared for literal eons. So yeah, dick move, but understandable given Odin's state of mind.
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That was my thought when I wrote the chapter. Odin has feared the Celestial's return for literally millions of years. He definitely shouldn't have turned his back on the only Celestial that won't kill him, but he did what he thought was warn the other Gods of an incoming attack.
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In that case I can definitely see some of the gods seeing reason to the fact that Gaia sees him as his son\is actually her son. They'd be pissed she risked their lives by harboring a Celestial but the level headed ones will realize that he was raised during her time in isolation and is as much invested in the survival of Earth than all of them as he definitely didn't hide the fact that Gaia is his mother and was quite prolific in his frolicking yet didn't kill anyone (that didn't deserve it).
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Level headed Skyfathers? People who are used to being the Kings and unquestioned leaders of their parts of the world? Used to doing "Might makes right, smite weaker beings" acts?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
This is only going to end in fire.
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Oh definitely, probably 80% of the gods will react as was shown in the chapter, but gods of Wisdom and those that have shown themselves to be more level headed rather than impulsively destructive and self defeatingly moronic (*cough*Odin*cough*) will see Theos for who he is rather than what half of him is.
Also some of them are going to try and confront Gaia about what she's done and get bitchslapped into compliance or a reminder that he's actually helping keep the world safer from Celestials (he has that shroud thingy that he hides the planet with if I remember right) as well as the fact that he's HER son and if they try to kill him she'll make sure they're the ones to die first.
Ch 79: The End of an Era
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A/N: Pat-reon: HelloDarkness07
Well, I'm alright, regaining my taste and smell, slowly, which is a good thing! I do feel sleepy a lot though, which is probably due to the heavy meds.
Hopefully, in 3 days, I'll be back home!
Read on!
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With a bright flash of white light, that would have been blinding if the place wasn't barren, I teleport on the surface of the Earth's moon, and throw the beast, Mangog, onto the ground.
Mangog lands a few dozen yards away from me, as I float in place. Standing up, now free of his bindings, he growls, "You're no God!"
Receding the armour around my head, I shrug and answer, "I am much, much, more than a God, Mangog. I am what's known as a Celestial. A Sky God, if that's preferable."
Mangog stays in his spot, probably wary about attacking me, and asks, "Why did you stop me from killing Odin and his ilk?"
Allowing him to stall, I say, "Odin and I have.. had a deal. My part of the deal was to ensure Asgard's survival for a long enough time."
"Asgard's destruction is no business of yours, Sky God! Odin was supposed to die by my hands today! And you prevented that!" Mangog yells, taking a single step forward.
I say, "Odin will die, and so will every God in Asgard. But it won't be by your hands, Mangog. Speaking of.. there, Odin's dead."
I was still keeping an eye on the situation in Asgard, now able to use my Echolocation to do it. I don't know what Odin did, but he died. Although, I don't get a good feeling about his actions.
Mangog growls and jumps at me. I move sideways, still flying, allowing Mangog to fly me by. I say, "While I wouldn't have minded you killing Odin, as I know that you over all have a right to his life, I couldn't allow you to kill everyone there. And I know that you had the rest of Asgard in your sights, once Odin had died."
Mangog turns around to glare at me, and snarls, "Doesn't matter now. Odin is dead, and not by my hands. You're just like them."
I narrow my eyes at him, and warn, "Be careful, Mangog. Your entire existence is in my hands right now, and I can still kill you."
Mangog scoffs, and starts walking towards me. He says, "God or Sky God, you're still all selfish, vile, vain! You threaten me when I insult you? Is that what you do to the mortals too?! Kill them all when they insult you the tiniest!?"
With a movement too fast for Mangog to see, I shoot towards him and punch him straight on the face. The force of the punch sends Mangog flying miles away from my position, and as he finally stops, I'm there to hold him by the neck.
I stare at Mangog in his hateful eyes, now not having to look up, and whisper, "I am nothing.. like Odin! I haven't killed a single mortal being that had not already damned themselves. And even they were Demon Sorcerers, empowered by a Hell Lord. Many a mortal have insulted me, right to my face, but other than a fair beating, while temporarily binding my powers, I did nothing malicious. Do not presume to know me, when you have a single-minded view about Gods."
Mangog snarls, his spittle flying at me, and punches his right fist on my head. I allow the punch to hit, which just forces my head to tilt slightly to the left. Dropping a now wide eyed Mangog to the ground, I say, "I am not your enemy, Mangog. But, if you try to cause needless destruction, like you did at Nornheim, and what you had planned at Asgard, I will be."
And with that, I turn my back to Mangog, to observe the happenings in Asgard, and the Realms.
I am distracted, however, when I feel a sharp tail approaching at speeds that don't suit Mangog's size. Sighing, I mumble, "So be it."
I turn around and stare at the tail, that- to me- is moving at almost slow speeds. Once again, I let it approach me, at many times the speed of sound, and let it hit my armour, right on my chest.
With nary a sound, my Celestial Armour stops the highly sharp tail in its spot, not getting even a single scratch. Having listened to the story of Mangog's formation, from Loki, I look at the wide eyed, and now finally fearful Mangog with sad eyes.
"For all it's worth, I am sorry about what happened to your race, Mangog. No matter the offence they might have carried out against Asgard, or Odin." I whisper, and before he can even say he's sorry, I summon my Axes to my hands, flow Cosmic Energy through it, cross my arms in front of me, and swing.
My right axe comes from the left, while the left axe comes from the right, catching Mangog's neck in the middle. With a splat sound, Mangog loses his head, and his body drops down on the Moon's land, almost soundlessly. His head, meanwhile, shows the pain he went through in his last moments, with eyes wide.
"Sorry for the mess, Uatu." I say, looking at the body of Mangog with a sad smile on my face.
Uatu, now the same height as me, (or am I the same height as him?), joins me in looking at Mangog's body, and says, "Some things are inevitable. Even if a product of injustice carried upon by Odin Borson, Mangog was still a threat to everyone around you. Do not be upset for his death, Theos."
I snort, and say, "I am upset that it came to this, not that I had to kill him, Uatu. Odin caused him to be born, I know that, but his actions were still his own. Calling all Gods Evil, and then indiscriminately killing everyone with Divinity within them is not something I could ever condone, even if every God was actually like Odin."
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying Odin is evil. I'm saying he's an idiot, who thinks that he's the only Right there is. Everyone else is wrong, for him. The list of his mistakes is very long, and not even these 495,000 years are enough to list them all.
And Mangog, even if his race had tried to kill Odin in the past, did not get a carte blanche to kill every God there is.
Uatu asks, "Why did you allow him a chance to escape then?" as he turns away from Mangog's body, and towards the Earth.
I cast a spell on Mangog's dead body, that will erase every trace of his DNA, no matter where it is, and join Uatu in watching the Earth.
Smiling at the irony of a Celestial doing the Watching, I say, "No matter how evil he might have been, I know that someone like Mangog is necessary to keep the Gods in check. Although, he could have been a lot less.. extreme."
And then we stay silent. As Mangog's body disintegrates behind me, his Energy (because he doesn't have a Soul), returns to the Universe. We both keep looking at the happenings in the Yggdrasil.
"The armour suits you, Theos. You should wear it more often." Uatu says, as we see it happening.
With a bright flash of light, seen from all around the world, but brightest in the Nordic regions, Yggdrasil is destroyed, the Gods Above Gods no more, and the Energy of it all dispersing.
Seeing the barriers around Earth shudder, and tear a bit, I say, "Yeah. No more hiding myself now, Uatu. I'm embracing the Celestial within me now."
Uatu chuckles at that, and I join him too. Yes, I might have gotten outed as a Celestial, but it's not the end of all things. I am still me, and I have my family. Chhaya, Kali, Manasi, Mother, Agamotto, and even Uatu, however distant the last two might be.
At least I won't have to hide my Cosmic Energy on Earth anymore.
~
Thor:
In Muspelheim, Thor senses the departure of Theos from Asgard, and moves on with his battle. With a single swipe from a lightning infused Mjolnir, Surtur dies and crumbles to dust.
With a mighty swing, Thor throws Mjolnir away from him, breaking dimensional barriers like paper, and doing the same to the spatial barriers. Smiling sadly, at what his half brother might experience in the future, Thor brings Jarnbjorn to his hands, and teleports to Nornheim.
He pauses near the corpses of his once friends. Volstagg, Hogun, Fandral, and fierce Lady Sif. All four of them had died in trying to take down the Mangog, alongside Queen Karnilla of Nornheim.
'Maybe if I was here, they could have been saved?' Thor muses to himself, before shaking his head, and moving on.
He walks towards the crumbled castle of the Norn Queen, not stopping at the literally hundreds of corpses spread all around, and then turns to go around it.
Once behind the castle, he puts his hand on an inconspicuous looking boulder, and chants a long, drawn out spell. Once the spell is cast, Thor is transported underneath the Castle, in a long corridor.
At the end of the corridor, stands his destination. The Tapestry of Fate.
"DON'T DO THIS! YOU KNOW WE WILL FIND A WAY!" A loud voice booms out, as soon as Thor is near the covered Tapestry.
Smiling, Thor says, "I know." Despite knowing that he knows they won't. Ever.
Lifting Jarnbjorn above his head, Thor ignores the warnings in his mind, sent by the Gods Above Gods, and activates the God Bomb hidden in an unconscious Buri's chest.
In the Realm of the Gods Above Gods, Buri, who was knocked unconscious by a ritual carried by the Gods Above Gods, suddenly gasps as he wakes up. He has just enough time to widen his eyes and stare at his glowing chest, before the God Bomb explodes, burning those around him faster than they can heal.
The explosion of the Bomb burns the Gods Above Gods with a ferociousness higher than the flames of Hellfire, and ignores every attempt at stopping them. However they don't get much time to do it, as within a single microsecond after the Bomb explodes, the Gods Above Gods die, their screams of pain dying with them.
Thor, meanwhile, swings his Axe down on the Tapestry, completely destroying it right as the Bomb explodes in the Hidden Realm.
All around the Realms of Yggdrasil, the energy of the Bomb burns, destroying each and every piece of Yggdrasil within a single moment.
And so, in Nornheim, Thor dies at the same time that everyone on Asgard, Jotunheim, Vanaheim, Alfheim, Swartalfheim, Nidavellir, Niflheim, and Muspelheim, dies.
On Midgard, the Shockwave of Energy travels all around, originating in the Nordic regions, and covers the entire planet within a few seconds. As it does that, it kills anyone with a connection to the Yggdrasil. The Demigods of Asgard and Vanaheim, and even the children of fire demons, Dwarves, Giants, they all die painlessly.
Some descendants of the Yggdrasil residents, who had retained some of the gifts from their ancestors, immediately lose consciousness. When they eventually will wake, they will have forgotten all about Yggdrasil, their Divine ancestors, and their gifts.
The Energy doesn't stop there, and flies away from the planet, tearing through the Barriers around Earth, in search of anyone still connected to Yggdrasil.
In the other Pantheons, every God of Earth, no matter the Pantheon, all forget about Asgard. They do remember Yggdrasil, but don't recognise its significance.
The members of the Council of Godheads, however, all remember. They remember everything. Including the revelation they had been graced with recently.
~
Meanwhile, I, unknowing but suspecting of all that's happening on Earth, let the energy of the Yggdrasil's destruction wash over me, harmlessly. Smiling sadly at Asgard's destruction, but now knowing that they will be free of Fate in their next life, I teleport away, to Donna.
Time to add more Gods to our Pantheon, before the Energy Wave reaches Induk.
Well, I'm alright, regaining my taste and smell, slowly, which is a good thing! I do feel sleepy a lot though, which is probably due to the heavy meds.
Hopefully, in 3 days, I'll be back home!
Read on!
~~~
With a bright flash of white light, that would have been blinding if the place wasn't barren, I teleport on the surface of the Earth's moon, and throw the beast, Mangog, onto the ground.
Mangog lands a few dozen yards away from me, as I float in place. Standing up, now free of his bindings, he growls, "You're no God!"
Receding the armour around my head, I shrug and answer, "I am much, much, more than a God, Mangog. I am what's known as a Celestial. A Sky God, if that's preferable."
Mangog stays in his spot, probably wary about attacking me, and asks, "Why did you stop me from killing Odin and his ilk?"
Allowing him to stall, I say, "Odin and I have.. had a deal. My part of the deal was to ensure Asgard's survival for a long enough time."
"Asgard's destruction is no business of yours, Sky God! Odin was supposed to die by my hands today! And you prevented that!" Mangog yells, taking a single step forward.
I say, "Odin will die, and so will every God in Asgard. But it won't be by your hands, Mangog. Speaking of.. there, Odin's dead."
I was still keeping an eye on the situation in Asgard, now able to use my Echolocation to do it. I don't know what Odin did, but he died. Although, I don't get a good feeling about his actions.
Mangog growls and jumps at me. I move sideways, still flying, allowing Mangog to fly me by. I say, "While I wouldn't have minded you killing Odin, as I know that you over all have a right to his life, I couldn't allow you to kill everyone there. And I know that you had the rest of Asgard in your sights, once Odin had died."
Mangog turns around to glare at me, and snarls, "Doesn't matter now. Odin is dead, and not by my hands. You're just like them."
I narrow my eyes at him, and warn, "Be careful, Mangog. Your entire existence is in my hands right now, and I can still kill you."
Mangog scoffs, and starts walking towards me. He says, "God or Sky God, you're still all selfish, vile, vain! You threaten me when I insult you? Is that what you do to the mortals too?! Kill them all when they insult you the tiniest!?"
With a movement too fast for Mangog to see, I shoot towards him and punch him straight on the face. The force of the punch sends Mangog flying miles away from my position, and as he finally stops, I'm there to hold him by the neck.
I stare at Mangog in his hateful eyes, now not having to look up, and whisper, "I am nothing.. like Odin! I haven't killed a single mortal being that had not already damned themselves. And even they were Demon Sorcerers, empowered by a Hell Lord. Many a mortal have insulted me, right to my face, but other than a fair beating, while temporarily binding my powers, I did nothing malicious. Do not presume to know me, when you have a single-minded view about Gods."
Mangog snarls, his spittle flying at me, and punches his right fist on my head. I allow the punch to hit, which just forces my head to tilt slightly to the left. Dropping a now wide eyed Mangog to the ground, I say, "I am not your enemy, Mangog. But, if you try to cause needless destruction, like you did at Nornheim, and what you had planned at Asgard, I will be."
And with that, I turn my back to Mangog, to observe the happenings in Asgard, and the Realms.
I am distracted, however, when I feel a sharp tail approaching at speeds that don't suit Mangog's size. Sighing, I mumble, "So be it."
I turn around and stare at the tail, that- to me- is moving at almost slow speeds. Once again, I let it approach me, at many times the speed of sound, and let it hit my armour, right on my chest.
With nary a sound, my Celestial Armour stops the highly sharp tail in its spot, not getting even a single scratch. Having listened to the story of Mangog's formation, from Loki, I look at the wide eyed, and now finally fearful Mangog with sad eyes.
"For all it's worth, I am sorry about what happened to your race, Mangog. No matter the offence they might have carried out against Asgard, or Odin." I whisper, and before he can even say he's sorry, I summon my Axes to my hands, flow Cosmic Energy through it, cross my arms in front of me, and swing.
My right axe comes from the left, while the left axe comes from the right, catching Mangog's neck in the middle. With a splat sound, Mangog loses his head, and his body drops down on the Moon's land, almost soundlessly. His head, meanwhile, shows the pain he went through in his last moments, with eyes wide.
"Sorry for the mess, Uatu." I say, looking at the body of Mangog with a sad smile on my face.
Uatu, now the same height as me, (or am I the same height as him?), joins me in looking at Mangog's body, and says, "Some things are inevitable. Even if a product of injustice carried upon by Odin Borson, Mangog was still a threat to everyone around you. Do not be upset for his death, Theos."
I snort, and say, "I am upset that it came to this, not that I had to kill him, Uatu. Odin caused him to be born, I know that, but his actions were still his own. Calling all Gods Evil, and then indiscriminately killing everyone with Divinity within them is not something I could ever condone, even if every God was actually like Odin."
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying Odin is evil. I'm saying he's an idiot, who thinks that he's the only Right there is. Everyone else is wrong, for him. The list of his mistakes is very long, and not even these 495,000 years are enough to list them all.
And Mangog, even if his race had tried to kill Odin in the past, did not get a carte blanche to kill every God there is.
Uatu asks, "Why did you allow him a chance to escape then?" as he turns away from Mangog's body, and towards the Earth.
I cast a spell on Mangog's dead body, that will erase every trace of his DNA, no matter where it is, and join Uatu in watching the Earth.
Smiling at the irony of a Celestial doing the Watching, I say, "No matter how evil he might have been, I know that someone like Mangog is necessary to keep the Gods in check. Although, he could have been a lot less.. extreme."
And then we stay silent. As Mangog's body disintegrates behind me, his Energy (because he doesn't have a Soul), returns to the Universe. We both keep looking at the happenings in the Yggdrasil.
"The armour suits you, Theos. You should wear it more often." Uatu says, as we see it happening.
With a bright flash of light, seen from all around the world, but brightest in the Nordic regions, Yggdrasil is destroyed, the Gods Above Gods no more, and the Energy of it all dispersing.
Seeing the barriers around Earth shudder, and tear a bit, I say, "Yeah. No more hiding myself now, Uatu. I'm embracing the Celestial within me now."
Uatu chuckles at that, and I join him too. Yes, I might have gotten outed as a Celestial, but it's not the end of all things. I am still me, and I have my family. Chhaya, Kali, Manasi, Mother, Agamotto, and even Uatu, however distant the last two might be.
At least I won't have to hide my Cosmic Energy on Earth anymore.
~
Thor:
In Muspelheim, Thor senses the departure of Theos from Asgard, and moves on with his battle. With a single swipe from a lightning infused Mjolnir, Surtur dies and crumbles to dust.
With a mighty swing, Thor throws Mjolnir away from him, breaking dimensional barriers like paper, and doing the same to the spatial barriers. Smiling sadly, at what his half brother might experience in the future, Thor brings Jarnbjorn to his hands, and teleports to Nornheim.
He pauses near the corpses of his once friends. Volstagg, Hogun, Fandral, and fierce Lady Sif. All four of them had died in trying to take down the Mangog, alongside Queen Karnilla of Nornheim.
'Maybe if I was here, they could have been saved?' Thor muses to himself, before shaking his head, and moving on.
He walks towards the crumbled castle of the Norn Queen, not stopping at the literally hundreds of corpses spread all around, and then turns to go around it.
Once behind the castle, he puts his hand on an inconspicuous looking boulder, and chants a long, drawn out spell. Once the spell is cast, Thor is transported underneath the Castle, in a long corridor.
At the end of the corridor, stands his destination. The Tapestry of Fate.
"DON'T DO THIS! YOU KNOW WE WILL FIND A WAY!" A loud voice booms out, as soon as Thor is near the covered Tapestry.
Smiling, Thor says, "I know." Despite knowing that he knows they won't. Ever.
Lifting Jarnbjorn above his head, Thor ignores the warnings in his mind, sent by the Gods Above Gods, and activates the God Bomb hidden in an unconscious Buri's chest.
In the Realm of the Gods Above Gods, Buri, who was knocked unconscious by a ritual carried by the Gods Above Gods, suddenly gasps as he wakes up. He has just enough time to widen his eyes and stare at his glowing chest, before the God Bomb explodes, burning those around him faster than they can heal.
The explosion of the Bomb burns the Gods Above Gods with a ferociousness higher than the flames of Hellfire, and ignores every attempt at stopping them. However they don't get much time to do it, as within a single microsecond after the Bomb explodes, the Gods Above Gods die, their screams of pain dying with them.
Thor, meanwhile, swings his Axe down on the Tapestry, completely destroying it right as the Bomb explodes in the Hidden Realm.
All around the Realms of Yggdrasil, the energy of the Bomb burns, destroying each and every piece of Yggdrasil within a single moment.
And so, in Nornheim, Thor dies at the same time that everyone on Asgard, Jotunheim, Vanaheim, Alfheim, Swartalfheim, Nidavellir, Niflheim, and Muspelheim, dies.
On Midgard, the Shockwave of Energy travels all around, originating in the Nordic regions, and covers the entire planet within a few seconds. As it does that, it kills anyone with a connection to the Yggdrasil. The Demigods of Asgard and Vanaheim, and even the children of fire demons, Dwarves, Giants, they all die painlessly.
Some descendants of the Yggdrasil residents, who had retained some of the gifts from their ancestors, immediately lose consciousness. When they eventually will wake, they will have forgotten all about Yggdrasil, their Divine ancestors, and their gifts.
The Energy doesn't stop there, and flies away from the planet, tearing through the Barriers around Earth, in search of anyone still connected to Yggdrasil.
In the other Pantheons, every God of Earth, no matter the Pantheon, all forget about Asgard. They do remember Yggdrasil, but don't recognise its significance.
The members of the Council of Godheads, however, all remember. They remember everything. Including the revelation they had been graced with recently.
~
Meanwhile, I, unknowing but suspecting of all that's happening on Earth, let the energy of the Yggdrasil's destruction wash over me, harmlessly. Smiling sadly at Asgard's destruction, but now knowing that they will be free of Fate in their next life, I teleport away, to Donna.
Time to add more Gods to our Pantheon, before the Energy Wave reaches Induk.
- Location
- Planet Earth
So the MC did not do anything to farm/collect some of that energy? seems a waste.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
That is because that energy partly belongs to the infinity stone and that needs to be slowly absorbed. If he tried to adsorb any of it he would of been dusted along with the rest of Yggdrasil.
- Location
- Center Of The Universe
Great story, I'm wondering the repercussions of the reveal, and now that we are out of the Ragnorok arc will the other pantheons react to it.