We would destroy Asgard—[ a pointed pause. ]—together. She'd give me an army and I'd show her the way to the Realm Eternal. I was an outlier, you see, adopted into Odin's family, and she thought to play on that. There were grand stories exchanged about how together, the Angels and the Frost Giants swept through hordes of Asgardian gods, most of which were grossly exaggerated, but she wanted to play on them. She wanted to give me a home and use me as a weapon.
[ and he had humored her, yes. ]
She delivered—gave me my army—but not a bright one. We found Asgard, floating among the space between the realms. Now, there are some things meant to be tested, you see. I was one of those things. The army was one of the weaker ones in Heven, but it wasn't their brute strength that I wanted. No ...
When my father left the throne of Asgard for the upteenth time, he locked himself into a shadow of where the realm used to be. The Aesir had found sanctuary in a new Asgard, risen by my brother, ruled by my mother, and the old one, the dusty old piece of rock in all its glory, was abandoned by all but him and those he took there.
What I needed from the angels was sheer firepower. There are a few ways to break through inter-dimensional and inter-realm barriers, but you need an explosion worthy of a few megaton atomic bombs. I wouldn't suggest it, it can get ... well, no one wants to die with their parts floating around the space between anything. I gave the order, and they brought their ships forward—
And crashed. All of them. Every one. Creating a blast that rocked Yggdrasil at its roots.
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[ and he had humored her, yes. ]
She delivered—gave me my army—but not a bright one. We found Asgard, floating among the space between the realms. Now, there are some things meant to be tested, you see. I was one of those things. The army was one of the weaker ones in Heven, but it wasn't their brute strength that I wanted. No ...
When my father left the throne of Asgard for the upteenth time, he locked himself into a shadow of where the realm used to be. The Aesir had found sanctuary in a new Asgard, risen by my brother, ruled by my mother, and the old one, the dusty old piece of rock in all its glory, was abandoned by all but him and those he took there.
What I needed from the angels was sheer firepower. There are a few ways to break through inter-dimensional and inter-realm barriers, but you need an explosion worthy of a few megaton atomic bombs. I wouldn't suggest it, it can get ... well, no one wants to die with their parts floating around the space between anything. I gave the order, and they brought their ships forward—
And crashed. All of them. Every one. Creating a blast that rocked Yggdrasil at its roots.