Five years old.
Five years of growing up in the realm of gods, training under the watchful eyes of royalty, and mastering magic faster than anyone in Asgard had ever seen.
And yet…
Hela is taller.Hela is older by five minutes.Hela uses that fact like it's a royal decree.
She crosses her arms, towering over me with her little smug grin — a grin that says I win, because I was born first.
It makes my cheeks heat up every time, and not in a way I appreciate.
"Move aside, little sister," she says, pushing me lightly with her shoulder as we walk through the royal gardens.
I puff out my cheeks, silver hair shimmering in the sunlight like a tiny angry moon.
"I'm only little by size," I mutter. "Not by power."
She flicks my forehead. "Size matters, Seidruna."
Ugh.Why couldn't I have reincarnated as the older twin?Why destiny… why?
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But complaining aside — five years brings new… unlocks.
[DING!]Template Synchronization: +15%System Update: Voldemort Skill Progression Advanced
My new abilities flowed through me like instinct:
◆ Nonverbal Spellcasting — MasteryA flick of my fingers and I can summon lightning.No words. Just will.
◆ Mind Arts — AdvancedOcclumency: My thoughts are a fortress.Legilimency: Your secrets are mine if I want them.
◆ Unforgivable CursesEven thinking their names made the air around me vibrate:
— Imperio … absolute control— Crucio … agony woven into magic— Avada Kedavra … death in pure form— Sectumsempra … invisible blades of darkness
I shouldn't have them.Not this young.Not this easily.
But dark magic doesn't hurt me — it obeys me.
Still… I keep them hidden. Odin would explode a star if he knew what I could do.
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"Why are you staring off again?" Hela asks, hands on her hips. "Are you planning world domination?"
"Maybe," I mutter.
She smirks. "Leave some for me."
She's stronger physically — already a warrior in the making.I'm stronger magically — the weave of fate dances when I breathe.
The problem?She loves treating me like her adorable little shadow.
And unfortunately… I keep letting her.
When she grabs my hand and drags me along to explore the palace, I always follow.When she stands protectively in front of me, I always feel a flutter of… warmth?When she calls me "little sister," my heart does a weird squeeze.
It's infuriating.I am a goddess of magic, destiny, and knowledge.
I can speak to snakes.I can end lives with a thought.I have an IQ of 200.
And yet…
One smug look from Hela— and I shrink.
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Later that night, as we sat beneath the silver constellations Frigga taught us to read, Hela leaned close, our shoulders touching.
"You'll grow," she whispered."You'll be tall and terrifying one day. Stronger than even me in magic."
I blinked at her, surprised.
She glanced sideways with that proud, confident grin of hers.
"Until then… it's my job to protect the little one."
My cheeks burned.I huffed and flicked my finger — her hair suddenly stood out in every direction like she'd been struck by lightning.
Hela jumped up, eyes wide. "Seidruna!"
I giggled. "Who's little now?"
She chased me through the palace halls, laughter echoing behind us until Odin yelled for us to stop terrorizing the guards.
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Maybe being the little sister isn't so bad.
I just need to make sure she never forgets:
I might be small…
…but I am Seidruna.Goddess of Magic.And someday?
Everyone — even Hela — will know exactly what I am capable of.