Capítulo 43: Prophecy One
The silence weighed heavy on the battlefield, the aftermath of Baldur's ascension hanging like a thick fog. The air was thick with the echoes of his final words, leaving Loki stunned and speechless, the sharpness of his tongue faltering for the first time as the enormity of what had transpired sank in.
After what felt like an eternity, Loki finally broke the stillness. His voice was surprisingly soft, laced with an uncharacteristic tone of respect. "Mother… what is going on?" His confusion and remorse were barely masked, as he grappled with the implications of Baldur's death.
Frigga, her shoulders trembling from the weight of her grief, raised her gaze from the ground. Her eyes, red and swollen from crying, now shimmered with the resoluteness of a queen prepared to reveal a long-buried truth—one that had haunted their family for far too long.
"Thor. Loki. There is something you must know… the real truth about Baldur's death… and about our history in Asgard," Frigga began, her voice steady despite the tears that still lingered on her cheeks.
Thor stepped forward, troubled by her words. "Mother, what truth?"
Taking a deep breath, Frigga continued, "Baldur was the firstborn of Odin and me—a child blessed with beauty, grace, and light. But he was also cursed, a fact hidden from us all…" She recounted the harrowing tale of Baldur's struggle against his fate, of the burden he carried alone, right up to the fateful confrontation with Odin.
Loki's face twisted in confusion. "A curse? Why did we never hear of this? Why did you let Baldur face this punishment from Father?" He mocked the idea of Odin's paternal care, anger brewing beneath his surface.
Frigga's voice faltered as she explained, "Your father… Odin hid the truth about Baldur being alive from everyone. He believed Baldur could endure it alone or that he could prevent the curse from spreading to his other children. Only Odin and Heimdall knew the extent of Baldur's suffering. I only discovered the truth after Heimdall told me—only then did I rush here."
Thor's eyes widened, and his fists clenched in anger. "Heimdal knew? And he said nothing? He let our brother suffer like this?"
Thor had always considered Heimdall a friend, and the betrayal stung deeply.
Frigga nodded, sorrow etched across her features. "Even I was unaware of the full extent of Baldur's torment. His pain was concealed from me, locked away by Odin's decisions, and Heimdall chose silence. My son fought for centuries against the curse until it finally consumed him."
For once, Loki, usually quick to mask his feelings with sarcasm, was visibly shaken. His face drained of color as the reality settled in. He dropped to his knees, anger swirling within him. "I… I mocked him. I laughed at him in his final moments. I had no idea…" His voice broke, guilt overwhelming him. "I thought I suffered from Father's coldness, from his disregard… but Baldur… he had it far worse."
Brynhildr stepped forward to comfort Loki, offering a gentle hand on his shoulder, but the fire of his anger burned too brightly for her touch to quell. Loki had always stood by his family, never turning against them, but now his fury was directed inward. (Yes we never turn our backs on FAMILY)
Thor, equally distraught, felt the weight of guilt pressing down on him. He had spent his life trying to live up to Odin's expectations, embracing his role as a warrior, yet now he faced the terrible consequences of those expectations. "Baldur… He died because of this curse, and we never knew. We are the ones who killed him. What would have happened if you,me or Loki had been cursed like him? Would Father have done the same?"
The thought crashed into him like a wave. Was Odin merely using his sons as tools? His decisions, though strategic from a king's perspective, had led to a horrific outcome for his child. The pain of that realization gnawed at Thor's insides, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.
Loki, grappling with the implications of Odin's choices, recognized the chilling parallel. He had long yearned for power, but he was not cold-hearted like Odin. He couldn't comprehend how a father could do this to his own child.
Frigga's face softened with sorrow. "That is why I always warned you, Loki, that being a king would never bring happiness. Odin's way… his view of strength… is a path filled with sacrifices—some far too great to bear. Baldur's curse was Odin's mistake, one he concealed from us all."
The truth shattered something deep within Loki. His respect for Odin, already strained, now crumbled completely. "Odin… I despise him now," Loki muttered through clenched teeth, tears streaming down his face. "I always thought I was the only one suffering… but Baldur…"
As Thor and Loki wrestled with their grief, Ritsuka Fujimaru approached Thor quietly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Thor… it's not your fault that Baldur died. What your father did is wrong, and I believe even Baldur would agree. But you can't let Odin's actions go unnoticed."
Thor looked at Ritsuka, the usually unbreakable resolve within him cracked by the weight of the revelation. His proud stance faded, replaced by a deep sadness. "I… thank you," Thor muttered, his voice distant, as if he were still processing everything that had happened and the myriad of questions he had for Odin.
Frigga, standing beside them, turned her gaze to Ritsuka and offered a warm, grateful smile. "Thank you, young one."
Ritsuka blinked in confusion. "Thank me? But… I don't understand."
Frigga's eyes shimmered with a deep understanding. "If it were not for you, my children might have met the same fate as Baldur. A fate driven by pain, sacrifice, and the cruelty of destiny. But you—someone from beyond this creation—brought hope where there was only despair, just as foretold in the prophecy. You are the Prophecy One."
Ritsuka and the others stood stunned by her words. They had never mentioned being from another world, yet Frigga seemed to know. And why is she calling Ritsuka as Prophecy one?
"Prophecy… One?" Ritsuka echoed, bewildered.
"Please, save my daughter, Prophecy One," Frigga implored, her voice thick with emotion.
The revelation of another daughter sent shockwaves through the group. Thor's brow furrowed in confusion, but it was Loki who reacted most explosively. "Another sister? What kind of twisted game is this, Father? Is she as cursed as Baldur?" His anger was palpable, directed toward the man who had kept them in the dark.
Frigga shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "No, she is not cursed like Baldur, but she bears her own twisted mindset. I failed her as a mother," she confessed, her voice breaking as she wept for the daughter she could not save.
Loki clenched his fists, struggling with a mix of rage and sorrow. "You kept this from us! All this time, you hid our sister's existence. Why, Mother? Why?"
Ritsuka stepped forward respectfully, trying to mediate the tension. "I'm Ritsuka Fujimaru. I want to help."
"Stop it mortal, don't come into our family Matter, this is god Damn mess" Loki was frustrated
However, Artoria Avalon, unable to contain her anger, spoke up. "What do you mean by calling him 'Prophecy One'? Why are you labeling my master this way?" Her voice was sharp, protective, and fierce.
Artoria Lancer interjected, her tone calming but firm. "Wait, Avalon. We need to gather all the information before jumping to conclusions. Titles like that can bring a heavy burden. We need to see full picture."
Oberon, frowning, echoed her sentiment. "I hate this talk of prophecies or whatever nonsense it is. It doesn't change we came to save this world like always. What a dumb drama?."
Before they could continue their discussion or voice further objections, the sound of approaching footsteps caught their attention.
From the distance, Sif, Enchantress, and the Warriors Three—Volstagg, Fandral, and Hogun—emerged from the edges of the battlefield. They had awakened near a town and, upon hearing the silence, rushed to join their comrades.
"Thor!" Enchantress called out as they approached, weapons drawn and eyes scanning the battlefield for signs of trouble. "We came as quickly as we could after we woke," Sif added, her voice filled with urgency.
The Warriors Three took in the somber mood surrounding the group. "What... happened here? What happened to the monster?" Fandral asked, his usual lightheartedness subdued.
Thor took a deep breath, still processing everything. "It's... a long story, he died." he replied, sorrow weighing heavily in his tone.
Enchantress, always perceptive, focused on Thor, her voice laced with concern. "Thor, what has happened? Are you alright?" Her expression was soft, and the worry for her beloved was evident.
Thor turned to her, offering a weary, sad smile, his strength gradually returning after the emotional toll of recent events. "I am... alright, Enchantress. More than that, I am grateful we are all standing."
Sif, ever the sharp-eyed warrior, scanned the scene, her gaze landing on Sitonai, Brynhildr, Ortlinde, Hildr, and Thrúd standing beside the recovering Sigurd. Confusion crossed her face. "Who are these people?" she asked, her hand resting on her sword as she took in the unfamiliar figures.
Before Thor could respond, Frigga stepped forward, exuding regal grace as she addressed both her sons and the newcomers. "These are your sisters, and this is your brother-in-law," she announced, her voice warm and proud. "They come from another world, but they share our blood."
Before the conversation could continue, the familiar light of the Bifrost split the sky once again, descending upon the battlefield. The rainbow-hued energy dissipated, revealing the imposing figure of Heimdall.
Loki, still reeling from the revelations about Baldur, was the first to react. His eyes narrowed in anger, and he took a step forward, his voice sharp and accusing. "Heimdall! Why didn't you tell us? Why did you keep the truth about Baldur hidden from us?"
Heimdall's expression remained stoic as ever, his golden eyes unwavering. "I follow the orders of the king," he replied simply, his calm voice carrying the weight of an uncomfortable truth.
Loki's anger faltered, leaving him momentarily speechless. The weight of Heimdall's words hung in the air. It was not out of malice that Heimdall had kept the truth, but out of loyalty to Odin—a loyalty that had now caused so much pain.
Heimdall turned toward Frigga, bowing his head slightly. "My queen, the All-Father has awakened from his slumber. He requests your presence, and the presence of... your children from another world."
Frigga's expression tightened, but she remained composed. "Odin wants to speak with them?" she asked, her voice measured.
Heimdall nodded. "Yes, and he also wishes to speak with Thor, Loki, and the others. Mainly, he wants to talk with the Prophecy One."
Thor's gaze hardened at the mention of Odin. The anger toward his father for keeping Baldur's curse hidden bubbled beneath the surface, mixed with confusion about why everyone referred to Ritsuka as the Prophecy One. He didn't like this.
Loki, despite his turmoil, stood tall, his usual sly demeanor absent, replaced by something more somber. "Let's hear what the old man has to say," he muttered, though little hope was left in his voice.
As Heimdall turned to activate the Bifrost once again, Ritsuka Fujimaru's servants gathered around him.
"We should reject this," Oberon asserted, his voice low but firm. "This feels like Odin is trying to manipulate Ritsuka."
Artoria Avalon nodded in agreement. "Titles like that only bring burdens. We need to tread carefully."
Artoria Lancer stepped forward, her hand resting on her lance, her gaze sharp. "Ritsuka, should we go with you? This concerns us too, now."
Ritsuka, who had been listening quietly, nodded. He could feel the weight of the situation settling over them all. "Yes, I'll go too," he said. "This seems bigger than just going to Asgard. I need to know what this prophecy is and why they're calling me the Prophecy One. I promised Mrs. Frigga that I would help her daughter. I couldn't save her son, but this time, I want to save her daughter."
Frigga smiled gently at Ritsuka. "Thank you, young one. Your presence is appreciated. I will explain the prophecy to you once we reach Asgard."
"Then I'll come with you, Master," Artoria Avalon declared.
Oberon added, "You can go, but I've had enough babysitting for one day."
Rama interjected, "Then I will stay here with Sita. We need to explain what happened here to Agent Coulson after all, Master."
As they spoke, the fainted warriors began to stir, gradually awakening from the effects of Baldur's killing intent.
"Thanks, Rama," Ritsuka said, grateful for the support.
As Ritsuka and Artoria Avalon observed Frigga, they sensed her aura—fierce and protective. It reminded Ritsuka of Morgan in her wrath, suggesting that she was ready to unleash her fury upon Odin.
He had no doubt that Odin would face severe consequences for his actions. Ritsuka felt a grim satisfaction at the thought, and it seemed Thor understood this as well.
With the decision made, the Bifrost lit up once more, enveloping them in its swirling, rainbow light. As they disappeared from the battlefield, the echoes of their promises and the weight of impending revelations lingered in the air.
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