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"I'm sorry, could you repeat what you have just said?" I asked with a disbelief written all over my face, and in my tone.

My mother rolled her eyes. "It is time for you to be going to school child."

"But, I do not understand." My expression did not relent. "Why do I have to go to school, why can't you just teach me?"

My Mother's lips, quirked upwards into a smirk, "Oh dear, I will be the one teaching you."

My eyes widened slightly, "You mean, you will be at the school or...."

"My mother's smirk grew as my eyes slowly widened, as recognition coursed within them.

"That is right my son," Her smirk shifted into a smile, "I and your Father, would be the ones to teach you the things that you need as not only an Asgardian but a prince, and a king."

She frowns at that last part.

The only way I could ever become king is if my brother dies having no children birthed.

Honestly, I didn't want to be king, yes, the admiration is great an all, but I am already admired here as prince, being a king does not make that much of a difference.

I do not need admiration anyway.

Don't get me wrong, it is nice to be admired towards someone, but it is not something that really holds any meaning towards anything.

In my previous life, I never really cared about admiration. Trust me, I had a lot of that, after the death of everyone I cared about.

How do I keep moving on, everyone always asks me.

I will kill myself, if I was in your shoes, another would ask.

"How are you so strong?

Admiration, I could not care about any of that. My mind was in shambles and I was desperately trying to keep it from getting worse.

Here in my previous life, my family started out homeless in america, but through many trials and tribulations, they built, and built, and built.

When things would fall, would built it even higher, and much more stronger and reliable.

Of course, I was speaking metaphorically, but even still... some what literally too.

Four generations my family built through their own blood, sweat, and tears.

The stories were very heartbreaking, and joyful, but at the same time... it was awe inspiring too.

All of them were gone in one moment, not only did my family get killed, but my friends, were with them too, I was the unlucky one, I survived.

So, I fought for my sanity, I fought, so that I can keep, everything that my family has built, because if I loose myself, I go to jail.

And with Jail, means that I become a criminal, and I would loose everything.

My mind was hurt so bad, I needed help, so I brought back my imaginary friend, I had buried along time ago, just to help keep me sane. and he did.

That caused admiration from the people, because they saw the news.

Everyone did.

I was too focused to care about admiration.

I was too determined, to care about the pity, and the sadness, people had brought towards me.

When I changed, the world around me changed.

The people 's opnions about me, didn't matter.

That change, was moved on to my life in the present, Although I do not care about what others think about me, I do love my family.

My family has shown to me, love and sacrifice.

Even my father, Buri, after his duties, he doesn't take tired, as an excuse, like most of the humans do after a long our of work, still feels weird saying it as though I am not one now

Though he is not with us most of the time, as he is mostly busy. He does see us whenever he has the chance, too.

it makes to reason why both Hela, and Thor, were both spoiled in the Mcu. Buri, spoiled his son, Bor, Bor, using the same tactic's he saw his father use in raising him, decided to raise Odin, and his sibilings the same way.

With Odin doing the something with his own Son and Daughter Thor, whiile Loki was used as a peace offering. So although Odin loved Loki, in my view, Odin did not nearly show the same amount of love and kindness he showed Thor.

Poor Loki, honestly I felt kind bad for him, but he was in way spoiled, just like his brother.

So, in conclusion, no.

No, I do not want to be king.

There is no specific reason why, other than the ones I have laid out for you, it's just being a king just.. doesn't feel like...like me.

I mean really there is so much to do, I just feel like being a king of Asgard will limit me.

Maybe later on, in the future years, after I have done everything, I might consider becoming a king, maybe build myself my own kingdom from scratch.

As of now though, that thought is at the far back of my head.

I will not become a king for a long time.

"

"You will be learning everything there is to know and need to know at home." Ashteia continued.

"Right." I nodded my head, my mind flashed back to all of those battles I have seen during the comics, movies, fiction, and other works of fiction that had the Asgardians in epic battles before my mind eventually cleared itself, immortality was not going to save me, from the pain, this training was going to bring me,I needed to be ready.

My eyes glinted, and shined, showing the growing determination within me.

"When do we start."

My mother, after a long moment of staring into my eyes...

smiled.

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