Eleven years in Asgard.Eleven years since I died to a lemon-scented air freshener and woke as Odin's daughter.And now even the palace whispers my name with awe — and a little fear.
Frigga says I learn too quickly. She hides it behind motherly smiles, but I can feel her surprise every time I master a spell before the lesson ends. Asgardian runecraft, elemental shaping, wards, sigils, binding songs—everything she teaches, I already understand.
It isn't arrogance; it's inevitability.Magic and I were made for each other.
The System Stirs
[DING • Template Progress 50 % Reached]New Abilities Unlocked — Elemental Mastery | Magic InventorArtefacts Gained — Resurrection Stone | Fiendfyre Tome | Voldemort's Yew Wand
The update hit like a thunderclap. For a heartbeat I saw every element—fire, water, wind, stone, light, shadow—dancing as threads through the air. When I breathed, they bent toward me.
Frigga had asked for a gentle demonstration. The next second half the training field froze over while the other half burned with living flame.
She sighed, elegant as ever. "Perhaps smaller examples next time, dear."
I pretended not to notice Hela smirking in the doorway.
The Wand and the Fire
Among the treasures that shimmered into existence that night was a wand—dark yew, smooth as midnight. The phoenix-feather core pulsed against my palm like a heartbeat, eager, familiar.
When I spoke to it, it answered.The power it held wasn't evil, just… focused. Determined. Like the man whose template shaped part of me.
The Fiendfyre tome followed—sentient flame coiling from the pages. It tested me, tried to devour me, until I whispered a word of command older than Asgard itself. The fire bowed. I smiled.
Dark magic bent to my will; it no longer frightened me. It simply was—another language I had mastered.
The Inventor
Frigga's final lesson of the season was meant to be symbolic—combining runes to form new spells. She wanted creativity.
I gave her invention.
By weaving Asgardian runes with the structured logic of Midgardian incantations, I created Lumos Astralis, a spell that summoned a miniature constellation to hover above the caster's hand. Each star could store a memory, a spell, or a fragment of thought. A library of light.
Frigga stared, speechless, then whispered, "You've done in a day what our greatest scholars chase for decades."
The Magic Inventor trait purred inside me. Creating new magic was as easy as breathing.
Knowledge of the Dark and the Bright
Potions. Charms. Transfiguration. Curses so ancient even Odin forbade their names. They all unfolded within my mind like chapters of a familiar book.
I learned to transmute matter with a gesture, to heal wounds with rewritten runes, to twist fire into serpents that hissed lullabies.
At night, I practiced Legilimency on sleeping guards—only gently, only to see if I could. I could.
I was, undeniably, terrifying.
And yet, when Hela sparred with me in the courtyard, all that power meant little. She fought with wild grace and divine confidence. When she pinned me to the ground with her blade across my throat, I glared up at her, breathless.
"Still the little sister," she teased.
I muttered, "For now."
Her laughter echoed against the palace walls.
Looking Forward
The system glimmered again:
Next Milestone — Template 75 % IntegrationRequirement: First Contact with a Foreign Realm of Magic
Foreign realm… meaning beyond Asgard. Beyond this world.
The wheel of destiny turned in my mind, hinting at distant stars, at other universes of magic waiting to be explored.
I closed my fingers around the Resurrection Stone and felt its hum of eternity.The yew wand lay across my lap, warm and loyal.
"I'm coming," I whispered to the unseen multiverse. "For every secret you've ever tried to hide."
Silver hair shimmering in moonlight, I smiled.
The goddess of magic was ready for her next lesson.