In Marvel as a summoning Mage

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[Odin Borson POV]

A few thousand years ago, before humanity even began to evolve, before I turned away from my ambitions of conquest, my son Baldur and I stood at the pinnacle of all beings. I was the King of Asgard, and he was my executioner—my pride, my firstborn.

Baldur, whose light was meant to shine brighter than the sun itself, had his brilliance diminished because of my ruthlessness. He was the perfect warrior, the ideal heir. I believed no one could surpass him.

In my arrogance and pride, I bestowed upon him the greatest honor—the Odinforce, the very essence of Asgard, to be shared between us. I gave him the power to walk beside me as an equal. It was a gesture of my belief in him, a recognition of his worth.

But that decision would become my greatest regret.

For centuries, we committed countless sins to make Asgard the glorious realm it was. And for those sins, a curse was born—one that would haunt us forever.

Its name was Mangog, the God of Curses, the embodiment of vengeance, rage, and war. I never anticipated its arrival, nor the destruction it would bring upon us.

It attacked Asgard with fury unmatched, and together with my children, we fought to defend our home. The battle raged on, nearly tearing the kingdom apart. Though we were victorious in the end, the cost was unimaginable. I lost my daughter that day… and my son was cursed.

The curse was insidious. Because of the Odinforce within Baldur, it spread like a plague, threatening not only him but all of Asgard. It reached my other children and even myself, binding itself to the very fabric of our realm.

There was only one way to stop it—to focus the curse solely on Baldur, to prevent it from spreading further. It was not a solution, but a temporary reprieve. The curse was too deeply entwined with Asgard itself.

I sacrificed my son to save myself, to save Asgard, and to protect my future children. It was the price of the kingdom's survival.

But even after all these years, I have never stopped searching for a way to break the curse. Yet, I have never succeeded.

Even my close friend, Yao, the Ancient One, confirmed what I feared most—this curse could not be removed. She warned me that the curse would not only plague Baldur but also bring with it Ragnarok, the end of everything, in the future.

I sought her wisdom countless times, desperately asking her to peer into the threads of fate to find a way—any way—to save my children. After much persistence, she finally relented and shared a glimpse of what was to come. She revealed that one of my daughters would be saved. Hela… my beloved Hela, she would be spared from her fate. And more than that, she would live a happy life, not in Asgard, but on Earth.

Hela, who was once destined to rule the dead, would find peace and joy, and she would share that life with the one foretold in prophecy—the one who would change everything. The Prophecy One.

Yao spoke of this figure, the one who would change not only Hela's fate but also that of Thor and Loki. His coming to Earth would alter the course of destiny for my sons. But to ensure this future, I had to play my part. She advised that I should never allow Loki to feel comfort in my praise. I had to keep him in the shadows of his brother, to make sure he would know despair.

It seemed a cruel strategy, but I knew Loki too well. Greedy and ambitious, his true nature was masked by a facade. He had always been quick to adapt, to play the role of the reformed son, the loyal brother. But beneath his actions, his inner thoughts were a constant contradiction.