Marvel: AS A PRINCE IN ASGARD

Heimdall, standing tall in his golden armor with Hofund, his massive sword, resting at his side, observed Loki carefully.

Though Loki's face held a composed, almost amused expression, Heimdall could see the subtle flickers of hostility toward Ragna .

Loki was cunning, but Heimdall's all-seeing gaze could pick up on even the most minute movements—the slight tensing of his fingers, the controlled stillness in his posture, the calculating glint in his emerald eyes.

Sensing the tension, Heimdall spoke, his deep voice reverberating like thunder in the grand halls of Asgard.

"This is the will of the All-Father."

He met Ragna 's gaze, unwavering.

"After I inherited the mantle of Guardian of the Bifrost, access to information beyond the Nine Realms became restricted to all of Asgard."

"Aside from me, few possess the ability to monitor events beyond our realm."

Ragna folded his arms, golden eyes narrowing as he pondered Heimdall's words.

Odin's actions made less and less sense the more he thought about them.

Why had he cut off Asgard from the broader universe?

What had truly happened all those years ago?

Still, Odin's secrets were Odin's burden.

They had nothing to do with Ragna now.

Letting out a quiet scoff, he glanced at Loki before turning to Frigga, who had begun recounting his childhood to his skeptical younger brother.

"My dear mother," Ragna interjected, his voice laced with amusement and exasperation, "perhaps it would be better to tell him about the present me rather than stories of my childhood."

His gaze shifted to Loki, and his smirk widened slightly.

"And you, dear brother—for our mother's sake, try not to be so tense."

He shrugged, his expression relaxed, but his words carried weight.

"I have no interest in ruling Asgard."

He chuckled.

"After all, I am no longer Asgardian. I am not even Odin's son."

His voice turned cold.

"And Asgard itself…"

He trailed off, his smirk turning into something sharp and biting.

"…Mother, you should consider training a better army. Asgard is laughably weak right now."

He let out a low, humorless chuckle.

"One day, if Asgard is attacked, my sister and I might die of laughter just watching the spectacle."

His golden eyes gleamed with something unreadable.

"Honestly, I have no idea what the so-called 'Great King of the Gods' has been doing for the past thousand years."

At his words, Loki froze.

His sharp green eyes locked onto Ragna , his mind racing.

"…Sister?"

His voice was laced with disbelief.

"I have a sister?"

Frigga shot Ragna an exasperated look, her lips pressed into a thin line as if silently reprimanding him.

Hela.

Loki was never meant to know about her.

Unlike Ragna , Hela had rebelled openly, carving a path of blood and conquest across the Nine Realms in Odin's name—until she became too powerful.

In the end, Odin had turned against his own daughter, sealing her away in Helheim for eternity.

A kingdom of death, for the Goddess of Death.

Odin still lived.

So did Hela.

And now, with Odin weakened in his Odinsleep…

Would she return?

Frigga hesitated, unsure of how much she should reveal, but Loki had already grabbed her arm, his sharp mind piecing together fragments of truth.

Ragna , amused at Loki's growing paranoia, merely laughed before turning to Heimdall.

"Alright, send Valina and me to Midgard."

He stretched his arms lazily.

"I have a foolish younger brother there who still needs looking after."

Then, turning to Loki, his smirk returned.

"Oh, and my dear brother—take a good look at the universe."

His golden eyes gleamed with hidden meaning.

"Don't disappoint me."

For just a moment, the two brothers locked gazes.

Loki, always the schemer, always reading between the lines, felt something deeper in those words.

But before he could ask, Bifrost's golden energy consumed Ragna and Valina, whisking them away.

Though Loki had noticed the strange weight in Ragna 's final glance, he was too preoccupied with Frigga's revelation to give it much thought.

For now.

—

New Mexico, Midgard.

A bright streak of gold and blue light cut through the sky before Ragna and Valina appeared on Earth, landing gracefully on the dusty desert ground.

Valina, brushing dust off her armor, scowled.

"Ugh. The Bifrost is so annoyingly flashy. Couldn't we have just teleported?"

Ragna smirked, stretching his arms.

"Of course I could've. But Asgard isn't a place you teleport into freely."

He waved a hand dismissively.

"Besides, I wouldn't want to accidentally disrupt their already pathetic defenses."

His expression turned amused.

"I can't handle those 'gentle' eyes."

Valina shuddered, rubbing her arms.

"The Fairy Queen is terrifying in her own way."

She shook her head, forcing the memory away.

Then, her eyes lit up as she sniffed the air.

"Wow! Midgard! I'm back!"

She spun around excitedly.

"I can already smell the alcohol."

Ragna rolled his eyes, giving her a light pat on the shoulder.

"Forget drinking. I still have a younger brother to babysit. And I have business to attend to."

His expression darkened slightly as he gazed into the sky.

"Ancient One… Why haven't you appeared before me?"

He smirked to himself.

"So, she can't see my future after all."

With that thought in mind, he motioned for Valina to follow.

First, they would check on Thor.

Then, Ragna had his own plans to set in motion.

—

Meanwhile, just a short distance away, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were already rushing toward them.

They had detected immense energy fluctuations from the Bifrost.

Within moments, they were surrounded.

A stern-looking agent stepped forward.

"Halt! Identify yourselves!"

Another, gripping his weapon tightly, added:

"State your business here!"

Ragna , unbothered, glanced at the familiar face leading the agents.

Phil Coulson.

The legendary S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

He chuckled, tilting his head.

"People?" He mused. "I suppose you could call me a god."

The agents stiffened at his words.

"We need answers," one of them snapped. "Who are you? Where did you come from? If you refuse to comply—"

Before the agent could finish, Ragna casually grabbed Valina's hand and teleported away.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. team froze.

Their eyes darted to the empty space where he had stood a mere second ago.

"What the hell?"

One of them stepped forward, scanning the ground.

No traces.

No footprints.

No signs of movement.

Coulson, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, took a few quick snapshots of the area before reaching for his comms.

"Director Fury… We've got another visitor."

—

Outside a small house in New Mexico.

Ragna and Valina, using light refraction to cloak themselves, stood hidden just outside the building.

Valina frowned.

"Why the detour? Why even bother with those Midgardians?"

Ragna smirked.

"To meet someone."

His golden eyes flickered with mischief.

"And to catch a fish."

Inside the house, Thor Odinson, stripped of his godly power, stood wearing a ridiculous apron, serving food to a mortal woman—Jane Foster.

Valina wrinkled her nose.

"That's your brother?"

She looked disgusted.

"He fell for a mortal? Fitting, I suppose."

Ragna chuckled darkly.

"Gods and mortals… There's never a happy ending."

His golden gaze lingered on Thor and Jane.

"Not in the end."

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