Prologue

It is going to happen soon. I feel it. My millennium old prison is getting weaker every moment. Odin death is approaching steady and bold. Oh, how I would like to be present and see his last moment. See in his eyes that he doomed and can do nothing about it. Make him feel pain. Oh yeah, that would be so sweet.

I tried, I really tried to change that. And he fucked it up so badly. Idiot. Imbecile. All rightful jack ass…

Inhale…. Exhale… steady and slow.

It all started long long time ago and it did not happen overnight. It started slow and being daughter of Odin, King of Asgard, already high and above all other people, did not help to it at all.

My first 100 years was all about pride. Everyone keep me on high regards and Odin pride was pushing hard on me. I always had to prove that I am the best. I am on another level compare to every one. So yeah. Physical and psychological conditioning were going hard on me. It was matter of time when I was going to crack. It started with dreams. Weird and strange. Place with no logic and highly overwhelming. Stupid Odin and his pride. He decided that my connection to dimension of conceptual Death started to manifest and I was fucking rewarded with expectations to master it. Jack ass. So yeah, already fucked up with pressure to please dear father I started to over push and over practice dimensions synchronization. It got crazy after that. Fucking idiots. Asgardians are slow on development. My best guess - it is due to high healing factor and weird high density physiology. And it's not only about reflexes or education. It has higher effect on mental development. Of course it effect the society by it self. Anyway. Me being a kid with no proper mental structure to process highly abstract dimensions of Death - meant to be fucked up. So I did. I became walking Death. Single touch and if you are not strong enough to shake it out - welcome to post life experience. If you are strong enough to survive- welcome to traumatic experience of Death dimensions. Of course Asgardian are strong enough to survive and so I became feared and isolated. Nobody wanted highly hallucinating trip to Death dimensions due to simple touch of Princess Hela - Goddess of Death. Fucking idiots.

Odin reaction? He was over the clouds! He enrolled me to combat training few centuries earlier! Fuck my life.

So I learned to keep my mouth shut and my new achievement hidden. My isolated life was hard enough already.

What kind idiotic father build a dimension of Death energy converter and hook your life energy permanently to it as birth present? Of course he integrated it as a core to Asgard. Of course he did. It took me another 300 years to adjust to output. There were not even one alive being in my side of palace. Yay I got a whole wing of palace as my quarter. Why? Because no plants or birds or even beast can survive there. Servants were afraid to go there and avoid it as a plague.

Anyone staying overnight were doomed to have a nightmare trip due to high density of dimensional energy around.

Around 700 years it got better. I finally started to remember. Oh how I laughed when I figured out that I am reincarnated. It took time to adapt and accept it. It actually helped a lot. My cracked self identity finally got stabilized due to processed and accepted previous life experiences. It helped that life right before this one - was life of male who had experience with dimensional travels via shamans practices. So yeah, I got a lot of understanding what is it and how properly do it. How to channel it without being overwhelmed or even absorbed in it. Happy me. So instead highly hallucinating nightly trips I've got good rest and pleasant memories of good life being human male.

Funny part is that even that life was nothing normal. Talking to spirits, being attuned to dimensional energies, having unusual perception and highly complex instincts and behaviour patterns. It took me time to understand that was not normal human life. And it was affected due to previous previous life all together. So yeah. Reincarnated and reincarnated and reincarnated. It really deeply affected society perception and gender identity. I've been male, female and male and female again.

It took me another hundred years to properly process experience and integrate it in current self identity. It is actually nice to have female body again.

But most hilarious part was to learn that my previous life were in another universe. Oh how I laughed when I figured out that THIS universe has been projected as a movies called Avengers. I laughed until i suddenly I realized that I am destined to bring Ragnarok to Asgard and fucking die after millennium of isolation in dimension prison.

THAT was not fun. So I started to categorize memories of movies and do my best to map timeline and main play characters in it. And makes plans to change that.

My plaining and training was suddenly interrupted by Odin decision to bring me to battlefield. Teenager and death. What can go wrong right? I was 800 years old. Highly trained and deadly. In human terms - high school material. And so goes another few hundreds years of blood and death. And isolation. Everyone was afraid of me. Include Asgardians. It is one thing to go to battle and fight and completely another to witness massacre. I kept myself barely sane. Death and Death and Death. Blood was running as rivers. At the beginning Odin was praising me highly. Then he got more silent. Looks like the level of Death that I brought to battles was to much even for him.

Then Vanaheim and Alfheim happen. Or more precisely Frigga. Odin lost himself in love and started courting. At that point we had all Nine realms under our bloody foot (except Jötunheim - they were our allies ) and Vanaheim/Alfheim alliance was last to fall inline. It was more political and less bloody war. We helped to secure Vanaheim and Alfheim to our allies inside via killing everyone who was opposed to King Odin ruling.

So yeah Frigga and love and courting.

Jötunheim was not happy. Our Generals were not happy too. So tension started to buildup and I finally was able to find time to move my plans forward.

Under disguise of fighting rebels and just stupid crime bands - I was building spy and safe houses network. I was building my power base to go rogue.

While I was busy and out of Asgard - Frigga let Odin win and capitulated. Long story short and Thor was born. So my time to break out and forge my way forward come to be.

Most of important stuff was already moved to my secret base in Niflheim.

Only last step of my plan left - Thor. Oh no, I was not plaining to kill him, actually opposite. I need to know what is happening around Odin and I came up with idea of curse/blessing that will help me to know what is going on first hand. So, me going to Thor quarter under disguise of night. What wrong can happen, right?

Right. So as soon as I cursed little Thor in his sleep, door blasted and chamber was filled with Einherjars Guards with Heimdall and Odin in tail. Apparently Heimdall was tasked to watch me and report Odin about all my activities and when he saw me going to Thor chamber- he run to Odin and here we go.

I was accused of treason and plans to usurp Asgard throne and being bloodthirsty. I was just standing here completely baffled with development. So when Odin laid his judgement without even asking why and what, I just … left. I just teleported to Niflheim to my secret base and sit there completely baffled with what just happen.

Then Valkyrie's showed up and I got screamed by my lover (or ex lover?) Brunnhilde. Again no question asked just accuses of broken heart and treason and how can I rise my hands on brother and etc.

And then they attacked. Stupid flying bints. All dead now. Well except Brunnhilde. I kicked her in dimensions portal. God speed stupid bitch. It baffled me how history got repeated by itself and maybe due to that stupor I missed Odin and his cunning plan. He used my connection to Death dimension converter positioned in Asgard to lock me inside my base. It was so idiotic and spontaneous that I was just sitting and thinking all over it to figure out how it all happen. Then it hit me. I was going to spend millennium sitting here by myself and wait until Odin kick a bucket. Fucking hilarious.

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Odin did a good work. No portal, no teleportation, no astral projection or dimension travels. Completely locked and alone. If not for previous social isolation and previous life experiences - I would go nuts.

Ah and Thor curse of course. They did nothing to it. Hilarious. So I got every other time a highly compressed dump of Thor memories. Apparently prison allows incoming information but not out coming. Small blessings.

So life was going on. Jötunheim tried to occupy Midgard and got kicked hard. Odin found little jötun Loki and adopted it after 20 years of war with Jötunheim.

Nothing interesting, nothing new.

So instead I focused on studies and training. Oh yeah, they are not going to see what hits them when I get out. There was only one thing that I missed. Brunnhilde and sex. I wish I did not kick her and just tied her up. One millennium is long enough to calm down and sort things out. Sakaar is waiting for me. I am pretty sure that is where she ended up after my love kick to dimension portal. And that's where is one of my safe houses are. With nice old Dark Elf star fighter. I found it on that trash planet and spend good amount of money to rebuild and adapt it.

After that I am going to be on tight schedule to actually save my life. I don't wanna risk to see what happen if Asgard got destroyed.

Oh yes, yes here we come. I feel how prison layers of magic started to crush one by one.

I centred myself and teleported to Midgard where Thor and Loki just witnessed last moments of Odin life.