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The days following the ceremony passed like a whisper within the radiant walls of Asgard. But within Vidar, something new pulsed with every breath. A latent force, an ancient whisper begging to be understood.
The Golden Palace of Asgard—a celestial jewel suspended between planes of existence—shone under the reflections of the Bifröst. Columns as tall as mountains were carved with living runes, and golden reliefs told forgotten tales of battles between gods and cosmic entities. The very air seemed thick with ancient wisdom.
"What does it mean to control Balance?" Vidar wondered, walking alone through the Hall of Eternal Echoes, a sacred place where Odin's children went to meditate when the paths of fate became unclear.
The walls were lined with mosaics depicting the history of the Nine Realms. At the center floated a fountain of liquid light—suspended in the air, neither falling nor spilling. It was a place where time itself felt paused.
Vidar sat beneath a colossal statue of Yggdrasill, the World Tree, carved from Asgardian crystal. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to summon the power he felt burning within.
There were no incantations. No lightning. Just pure intent. Pure will.
And then he felt it.
A surge of energy rose from deep within his chest. It was as if two opposing forces—one dark as the Void, the other bright as Celestial Fire—began to revolve slowly around him. They did not clash… they accepted each other. They balanced.
The air grew dense. The golden columns emitted a faint pulse. The mystical torches floating along the walls lifted as if responding to a new gravity.
And then, without warning, the space before him distorted.
It was no illusion.
A figure made of pure energy appeared in the air. It had no face, only a majestic silhouette with eyes white as dying stars. It floated surrounded by a halo of Asgardian runes… and something more. There were patterns of cosmic balance not even Frigga had taught him. As if they came from beyond the Nine Realms.
—Vidar Odinson —the figure whispered, with a voice that echoed like galaxies—. Your soul no longer belongs to a single side. You are the Guardian of Balance. With every decision, you will tilt the scales of the universe.
And then it happened.
The energy around him condensed violently. As if the universe itself responded to his call, a spark of light and shadow exploded in front of him. From it emerged a long golden sword, shining like the sun at dawn. Its edges radiated a warm yet relentless glow, and along the blade ran ancient runes pulsing with the rhythm of his heart. The hilt was firm, forged with elegant and symmetrical lines, symbolizing the perfect balance between power and control.
Behind the sword, floating in the air as if summoned by his will, appeared a great golden shield. Majestic, solid, with a design that reflected his divinity: two symmetrical halves—one light, one dark—joined by a central line of pure energy. There were no engraved figures, only symbols of balance: circles, straight lines, and perfectly calculated spirals. The shield was no ordinary defensive tool… it was a manifestation of judgment and harmony.
Vidar took it in both hands.
As he did, he felt every fiber of his being align. It was as if the universe confirmed his place within it. Balance was not just his gift… it was his destiny.
Still in awe of the sudden appearance of his golden sword and shield, Vidar examined every detail. The sword was long, smooth-bladed, and golden, free of unnecessary ornamentation but filled with authority. The shield, imposing, reflected light as if it had been forged from star-gold.
They were his. Not because he asked for them… but because balance deemed them necessary.
—What is that?! —asked Thor, approaching with firm steps and eyes glowing with curiosity… and something else. Envy.
Vidar barely turned his face toward him, his gaze calm.
—My power manifested through these weapons. They are an extension of my divinity.
Thor scowled.
—Why don't I have that? I'm the God of Thunder! I should have something just as great—if not better!
Before Vidar could respond, Thor reached out as if he could take the sword by force.
—Give them to me! They're mine now!
The moment his fingers touched the blade, a golden radiance burst from the weapon. The shield rose on its own, and an invisible force pushed Thor several steps back.
Vidar didn't move. The power acted on its own.
—You cannot take them —he said calmly—. Balance does not respond to whims. It acts only when necessary.
—Then I'll fight for them! —Thor yelled, lunging at him in fury, wielding a common hammer—still unworthy of Mjolnir.
Vidar sighed. The shield floated gently to his side, and in an instant, the hall was wrapped in a silent energy, heavy like impending judgment.
Sankt Zwinger.
A circle of light shone beneath them, and as Thor crossed the boundary, a burst of golden energy descended on him like a divine verdict. He fell to the ground, his hammer flying from his hands, his body left unharmed… but completely neutralized.
Vidar walked over to him, his sword still sheathed.
—I did not harm you, brother. Balance does not seek destruction… only correction. Unjust aggression… receives its due punishment.
Thor, lying there, stared at the ceiling in disbelief. No one had ever faced him like that… and won without lifting a finger.
Frigga entered at that moment, her eyes widening at the scene.
—What happened?
Vidar bowed his head, calm.
—Thor tried to take what does not belong to him. Balance responded.
Frigga looked at both of them, then approached Thor and helped him sit up. Her gaze met Vidar's—filled with awe… and a hint of fear.
—Your power is… different —she murmured.
Vidar nodded. Within his chest, the power slept once more. It didn't need attention. It didn't need glory.
He was Balance.
And just as he could defend… he could also judge.