In Marvel as a summoning Mage

The Broken Path

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The atmosphere in the SHIELD base was heavy with concern as Thor sat slumped in a chair, the weight of his failures evident in his posture. Brynhildr, his sister, hovered nearby, her eyes filled with worry. She reached out, her hand trembling slightly, wanting to comfort him but unsure how.

Ritsuka approached, placing a firm hand on Thor's shoulder. "Thor," he said softly, but the god of thunder remained unresponsive, lost in his thoughts. Ritsuka could feel the deep sadness radiating from him, a sense of defeat that was almost palpable.

"Master," Brynhildr urged, her voice a blend of anxiety and hope. "Can you check his mind? He needs help."

With a nod, Ritsuka focused his energy and established a telepathic link with Thor. Images flooded his mind—battles fought, loved ones lost, and the crushing weight of expectations. It was clear: Thor had given up, accepting the loss of his powers with a heavy heart. But even in that sorrow, Ritsuka sensed a flicker of pride; Thor found solace in knowing that others deemed worthy could wield his hammer.

Ritsuka withdrew from the connection, a serious expression on his face. "Coulson, take him to a secluded room. Let him have some time to think about his mistakes."

"Mistakes?" Jane interjected, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Did Thor commit any mistakes?"

"What mistakes did my brother make?" Brynhildr echoed, her voice tinged with concern.

"It's a private matter," Ritsuka replied firmly. "You can ask him yourself later. For now, he needs silence."

He glanced at Artoria, who nodded in understanding. Ritsuka then motioned for Brynhildr and her husband Sigurd to follow him into another room. Once they were alone, he turned to them, ready to discuss the situation at hand.

"Brynhildr, I want you to do a favour to me" Ritsuka began. Then he started to explain to them.

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Thor sat alone in a dimly lit room, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him like an invisible force. His hammer, the symbol of his strength and identity, remained out of reach—not just physically, but spiritually. He understood now. He had failed in more ways than one. His pride, his arrogance, and his carelessness had led him here.

The door creaked open, and Ritsuka entered quietly, his eyes filled with understanding. Without a word, he sat beside Thor, letting the silence stretch between them for a moment before speaking.

"You're not the first to feel like this, you know," Ritsuka said softly.

Thor didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the floor.

Ritsuka placed his hand on Thor's shoulder, and with a gentle pulse of his telepathic abilities, Thor's mind was transported elsewhere—away from the SHIELD base, away from his shame.

Suddenly, they found themselves in a land covered in snow. The air was cold and biting, but the desolation was what struck Thor the most. Everything felt... wrong.

"Where are we?" Thor asked, his voice low, uncertain.

"This is Russia," Ritsuka replied. "But not the Russia you know. This is the Lostbelt—a world that shouldn't exist. It's a place where history diverged, where a different future came to be."

In the distance, Thor saw two figures: a young man and a girl with pink hair wielding a shield. They were locked in battle with a massive, towering figure—a being that exuded power unlike anything Thor had seen. It was Ivan the Terrible, the Tsar of the Lostbelt, who had merged with a mammoth, becoming a tyrant who ruled with absolute power.