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Chapter 168 - Thor and Hela

Odin's eyes lingered on the mural, his voice growing quieter, tinged with regret.

"She was born of divinity — a god-child, powerful even as an infant. The first to hold Mjolnir before you, Thor. She wielded it with ease, as if it were made for her. And for a time, she was… everything I hoped a successor would be."

Thor looked at the image of the woman wielding Mjolnir, her posture proud and commanding. He could see now what had been hidden — not only from the kingdom, but from him.

"She had a gift for battle, a hunger for victory. At first, it served Asgard well. We conquered together — the Nine Realms, and even beyond them. Our enemies fell, and Asgard stood supreme. I was proud… blinded by triumph."

He paused, his hand tightening behind his back.

"But victory fed her ambition. The wars no longer satisfied her. Peace was weakness in her eyes. She wanted more than conquest — she wanted dominion. Not as a queen… but as a goddess to be feared."

Thor frowned. "So what did you do?"

"I did what a father should never have to do," Odin said heavily. "I faced my daughter in battle. She was too powerful to kill — even I could not destroy her. So I sealed her away, banished her from all the realms, and erased her name from our history. It was the only way to save Asgard from her wrath… and from myself."

Odin turned to Thor, his eyes weary but resolute.

"You must understand, Thor… she will return. My strength fades. And when I pass, so will her prison. The darkness I buried will rise again."

Thor's face hardened. "Then tell me how to stop her."

Odin looked skyward, as if searching the stars for an answer.

"She draws power from death. The more she kills, the stronger she becomes. You cannot defeat her by strength alone."

Thor gritted his teeth. "Then how?"

Odin placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "By being more than what I was. By leading, not conquering. And by knowing… sometimes, even gods must let go of what they were to protect what they love."

Odin's gaze grew distant as he sensed the realm beginning to pull away from him.

"One last thing, Thor," he said quietly, the wind stirring around them on the broken wall of Asgard's memory. "How did you come to learn of Hela? I never spoke of her—not even in whispers."

Thor blinked as he recalled Michael's words. "Someone told me… someone who shouldn't have even been in Asgard. A midgardian man named Michael. He spoke of her like he had seen her himself—like he knew the truth buried even from me."

Odin's expression turned thoughtful as he said. "Then be careful, my son. Any who know Hela's truth have walked paths close to death—or made pacts with it."

And with that, Odin's began to leave.

Thor clenched Mjolnir tightly. "Michael…"

With a flash of stormlight and a crack of thunder, he launched into the sky, soaring toward the Bifrost. Determined, he needed answers—how could Michael know of Hela when even he didn't?

"Heimdall!" Thor called as he descended onto the rainbow bridge. "Open a path to Midgard!"

Heimdall turned to face him, his golden eyes calm yet watchful. "Do you wish to see her?"

Thor stared at him, confused. "Who?"

Heimdall stepped forward slightly, his gaze solemn. "Your sister."

Thor paused, the weight of that truth still sinking in. "Can I?"

Heimdall nodded. "As long as His Majesty lives, she cannot leave her prison. You don't need to fear accidentally releasing her."

Thor looked out toward the stars, his eyes closed and then he opened them once again. "Then show me."

Heimdall slowly turned toward the Bifrost's control pillar. "Then prepare yourself," he said gravely, placing his sword into the gate mechanism. The golden bridge began to shimmer and pulse with light.

With a surge of energy, the Bifrost opened—not to Earth this time, but to a realm veiled in darkness and sealed by ancient runes. Storm clouds churned above a jagged landscape. It wasn't Helheim, nor Muspelheim. It was a prison forged outside of the Nine Realms, where Odin had locked away what he feared most.

The portal revealed a stone fortress suspended in the void—its blackened towers twisted with thorny spires and glowing with faint green runes. A silent, eternal wind blew through it.

Thor stepped to the edge of the portal. The overwhelming aura of death and power reached even through the open rift. His breath caught.

"Is that... her?" he asked quietly.

Within the fortress, he could see her—tall, armored in black and green, her posture regal even in captivity. Chains bound her wrists and ankles, glowing with the All-Father's magic. Yet even restrained, Hela stood like a queen, her eyes closed in silent fury.

"She sleeps," Heimdall said. "But not peacefully. Her dreams are filled with conquest."

Thor clenched his fists. "Why didn't I know? Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"Because Odin feared her return more than anything," Heimdall replied. "He buried her name in the past and cast a veil over history."

Thor stared for a moment longer, then he walked inside.

Inside her prison, Hela stirred. Her eyes—sharp, cold, and glowing a deep emerald green—snapped open.

She felt it. A presence. A familiar ripple in the cosmic thread that bound blood to blood. Her gaze shot outward, piercing the barriers of her confinement until they met with his.

Thor.

The moment their eyes locked through the Bifrost's shimmer, Thor felt something he rarely knew—fear. Not just from her power, but from the haunting recognition in her expression.

Hela tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice like a blade wrapped in silk. "You look… oddly familiar."

Thor opened his mouth, the words catching in his throat before he finally managed to say, "Sister."

She raised an eyebrow, almost amused. "So… you are my brother," she said, drawing the word out slowly like it was foreign to her tongue.

Thor gave a slight nod, unsure what else to say.

But then her expression twisted into something colder.

"If you are my brother," she said darkly, "then how… how can you be this weak?" Her voice echoed in the void, not angry, but disappointed. "You carry our father's blood, the blood of kings and war, and yet you tremble before me?"

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