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A/N: Well, I don't remember if I just forgot posting this chapter, or if I mistakenly deleted it. This was the last chapter i wrote, before actually deciding to Drop the story. So, enjoy.

No, I'm not returning to this story, not yet at least. Just.. enjoy this last chapter.

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1679 AD: Asgard:

Odin opens his eyes with a snap, waking up from his sleep. Finally, it was time.

Whatever wards Hela had put up, to block Odin's sight, were down, and he could feel it. Oh, he could even feel that visitation will be easier.

But, with good news, came bad. The Anchor spell was gone. Completely. There was no hint of the anchor ever being there, as far as he could sense, and it was all without him knowing it.

Getting off the bed, taking care not to wake up Frigga, Odin summons Gungnir, and walks towards the throne room. Sitting down, he closes his eyes, and focuses within Niflheim.

After a few seconds of keeping his eyes closed, Odin snaps them open again, and frowns. "Hela's truly gone? But how?"

He again closes his eyes, and looks for any hints, but finds nothing. Other than a desolate planet, which was admittedly a lot smaller than he remembered it being, there was nothing in Niflheim. Not even the castle that Hela used to sulk in.

Looking towards the Bifrost Observatory, Odin states, "I am going to Niflheim. If my Queen asks, tell her I'm on Xandar."

'Of course, My King.' Heimdall's voice whispers with the wind.

Nodding, Odin uses the OdinForce, and opens a portal straight on Niflheim.

Desolate. That is the only word he can describe Niflheim as, and it's not a recent development. It's been like that for as long as he'd known of it.

But now? Now, it was a bit.. calmer. There was no Death Energy that was so abundant in the air here. There was no feeling of your impending doom, that would always be felt whenever someone came here.

And people did come here, once upon a time. It was either thrill seekers, or those who felt they could manipulate Hela. There were also a few that had tried to rescue her, to no avail. Obviously, Hela killed them all. She did not like visitors at all. Odin had Seen her talk with a few of her visitors, and after a few dialogues exchanged, the visitor was challenged to a fight, and killed.

"Oh, Hela." Odin whispers, looking at the place her castle used to be. There were just black rocks, where a huge castle used to be, and even the ground feels neutral.

Odin looks around, and frowns. He mumbles, "Did she absorb every last drop of the Death Energy from Niflheim? For what purpose? And where is she now?"

Walking towards the Castle's spot, Odin looks around, hoping for some clue on who helped her, but finds nothing. There was no Magic in the air, that might tell him of Hela's helpers.

(A/N: When Hela absorbed everything, she absorbed everything. Other than the planet she stayed on, which is devoid of any energy of any kind, Hela absorbed everything. It's a dead planet now, only without the Dead part.)

Shaking his head in disappointment, Odin bangs Gungnir on the ground and teleports himself back to his Throne, and sits down to think.

'How did Hela leave Niflheim without him knowing? Where is Hela now? Who could have done this? Who had the motive, capabilities?' are only some of the questions going through Odin's minds, as he stays on the Throne, pondering.

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"Why?" Odin asks, once he's sitting in the dining table, with only his wife for company.

Frigga looks confused, and asks, "Why what?"

Odin keeps his cup of tea down, and looks at his wife, his Queen, seriously. He asks, "Why did you help Hela escape?"

Frigga simply raises an eyebrow, elegantly, and says, "I have no idea what you're talking about, dear husband. Perhaps you've had too much ale last night?"

Odin slams his palm on the table, and yells, "I'M NOT IN THE MOOD FOR GAMES, WOMAN! TELL ME!"

Odin is quite angry at this point, and rightfully so. In his mind, Hela is currently on her way to Asgard, hoping to kill Odin and take over Asgard, to begin her campaign against the Realms again.

Frigga observes Odin's face, and asks, "How did you find out?"

Odin grits his teeth, and says, "There are only 3 people who could have successfully broken the anchor without me knowing about it; Freyr, you, and I. Freyr would have died of Hela's hands as soon as he'd entered Niflheim, and I haven't done it. You are also the only one who has some semblance of sympathy for her. Now, answer me!"

"Because I wanted to." Frigga calmly answers, now knowing the jig is up.

Odin clenches his fist, and snarls, "Congratulations, woman. You've successfully brought war upon the Realms!"

Frigga rolls her eyes, being the only person allowed to do so to the King, and says, "Hela will not attack Asgard, or any of the Realms. You won't have to worry about that."

Throwing the cup towards the door, Odin shouts, "AND HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT? How are you so sure, that Hela won't simply kill your sons, and put herself on the Throne?!"

Frigga glares at Odin, making him pause, and speaks, slowly, but firmly. She says, "Do not question my decisions, Odin Borson. You might be the King of Asgard, but don't forget that I am your wife, your Queen. I tolerated your raised voice, because the situation called for it. I will not tolerate you questioning why I did what I did, and that I put the lives of my sons in danger."

Odin takes a few deep breaths, calming his voice, and asks, "Why did you rescue Hela. And how are you sure she won't attack Ashard? Answer the questions, Frigga. That's an order from your King."

Frigga sucks in a breath. This was the first time, in some 3000+ years of marriage, that Odin had actually ordered her.

Glaring at him, making even Odin flinch, she says, "My son found out about her and asked me for my help in rescuing her. I spoke with her, and made sure she was not a danger to my sons, all three of them, before I even considered helping her."

Her answer for the first question does not calm Odin down, at all, and only manages to raise more questions. Before he can ask them, though, Frigga continues, "As for how I'm so sure that Hela won't attack Asgard, well she's been free for 125 years. If she hasn't attacked Asgard now, she won't attack Asgard in the future."

Standing up, Frigga glares at Odin again, and whispers, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go to my room. Maybe you'll enjoy the couch for a few weeks."

Odin ignores the threat, and nods, thinking on what he's just learned. As Frigga reaches the door, he says, "Baldur Odinson, the God of Sun, and the Prince of Asgard has henceforth been Disbarred entry on Asgard, for 500 years from this moment." Sighing, he says, "You both went behind your King's orders, and risked war across the Realms. Which is why, you're not allowed to contact Baldur, in any form for 200 years. I will allow you to send one letter informing him of it. This is punishment enough for the two of you."

Saying that, Odin slams Gungnir, which he'd summoned for this purpose, on the ground, sending a wave of magic. This made sure that everyone who could feel the wave, within the 9 Realms, understood what had just happened.

Baldur Odinson, the most beloved Prince of Asgard, was banished from Asgard for 500 years. While the offense wasn't known, there were a lot of theories, ranging from trying to kill Thor to take the throne for himself, to trying to kill Odin himself.

Frigga glares at Odin one last time, and leaves the Dining room, letting Odin slump down on the chair, rubbing his forehead.

"Let's hope you're right about Hela, Baldur. Let's hope you're right."

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Avalon: Hogwarts Castle

"Again." I say, with my hands behind my back, and legs a foot apart.

Lorelai grits her teeth, and attacks me with her sword, each of the swipes dodged by me effortlessly.

I've been training her for a hundred years now, since the day I gave her the healing factor. While she has improved, a lot, she is still physically weak.

So, I made her wear weights, and then fight. Currently, she had about 35 tons on her body, which was her current limit.

The sword in her hands was the one I'd made for her using Uru and Goblin's Silver, knowing she needs Magic more than I do. And those two metals are the most Magical metals in the galaxy.

GS is something that absorbs anything that can make it stronger, while Uru gets stronger the more magic it absorbs.

So, the short sword she holds, is currently the 4th highest Magic conducting weapon in the Galaxy, right after Gungnir, Mjolnir, and Ljosgeirr, in that order. Yes, I wasn't ashamed to admit it, but Mjolnir was more magic conductive than Ljosgeirr, simply because no one else can use Ljosgeirr.

Lorelai hadn't named her weapon yet, as she hadn't mastered the use. Currently, she can make the sword hotter, thanks to her connection to Solheim, and call them back towards herself.

Hela was still unconscious, even after coming out of Niflheim this morning. I got a message from Phoenix saying the same. A very intimate message.

Feeling something coming, I hold Lorelai's left hand, stopping her downward swipe, and look up.

"What is it?" Lorelai asks, getting ready to fight, once I leave her hand.

Before I can say anything, I feel the wave slamming into my body, and hear a message in my father's voice, "Baldur Odinson, the God of Sun, and the Prince of Asgard has henceforth been Disbarred entry on Asgard, for 500 years from this moment."

Immediately, I feel Odin's magic, his OdinForce, casting a spell on my soul, which will make sure I don't break the decree without his knowledge. I could break the spell, but it'll immediately inform him. Even Solheim can't act against that.

Sighing sadly, I sit down on the ground, and look up at Lorelai. I say, "Odin found out, I think. About Hela."

Lorelai gasps, and kneels down in front of me. She whispers, "What did he do?"

Smiling at the concern in her voice, I gently caress her face. I say, "You don't have to worry. He's not going to come after Hela, or us. He simply barred me from going to Asgard, for 500 years."

"500 YEARS?!" Lorelei yells, holding my hands tighter in her anger.

Wincing a bit, as her physical strength is showing itself, I pry my hand out of hers, allowing it to heal, and say, "Yes. 500 years. I wonder what he'll tell my brothers."

"Fuck your brothers! What about our marriage! It's just.. 102 years away!" Lorelai starts ranting, cursing my father, a lot.

Kissing her, to shut her up, I mumble, "Just because we can't go to Asgard, doesn't mean our friends can't come here. Your sister can be invited, and so could my brothers, and my mother. Or, we can just send them a letter stating we got married."

Honestly I'd prefer the second option. The Elves are a plenty, and so are the Goblins. They already worship me as a God, so lets give them a Goddess to worship too.

Yeah, it was a surprise for me too. I only found out by accident, when I saw their forging process on the Mirror. They consider me Baldur the Brave, who saved them from eternal torture.

I'm not going to ask them to stop. It's disrespectful. Plus, it feels nice, being worshipped.

"Baldur, stop thinking about your followers and focus on the topic!" Lorelai says, smacking my head.

I lose the grin, that I had no idea I had on my face, and ask, "Sorry, what were you saying?"

Shaking her head, Lorelai asks, "Why don't you want to make the marriage a big deal? Why would you prefer a private affair?"

Looking Lorelai deep in her eyes, I honestly answer, "I don't need a thousand witnesses to prove how much I love you. Only you are enough. If it was agreeable to you, I would have just had us two, and the Sorcerer Supreme to officiate it."

Lorelai squints her eyes, thinking on it, and nods. I pull her on mu laps, as she says, "We do have the Elves, and the Goblins would probably like to come. Let's do it then. Just the Avalon residents, and the Sorcerer Supreme to officiate it. But, not yet."

Smiling in acceptance, I say, "Whatever you say, love. If you want, we can wait another thousand years for it."

Shaking her head, Lorelai adds, "No, I don't want to wait that long. 102 years. That's the maximum I can wait, as that's the year I become thousand years old."

"Very well." Kissing her forehead, I pull her closer. I'll inform my followers about it later.