Baldur Odinson:The light of Asgard

Chapter 18: The Wrath of the Gods

Baldur's POV –

The sky split apart.

A roar of thunder shook the heavens as Mjolnir spun through the air, a streak of silver and power in Thor's grip. The storm answered his call, lightning striking the ground around them in bursts of raw energy.

Baldur moved in sync with his brother. A golden blur against the chaos, his hard-light constructs shimmering in the flickering storm. His weapons, sharp and weightless, carved through the battlefield like twin stars.

The Destroyer wasn't stopping.

Even as Thor descended from the sky, lightning crackling through his body, the Asgardian war machine stood firm.

It turned its faceless gaze toward Thor—and fired.

A burning beam of energy tore through the air, heading straight for him.

Baldur reacted instantly.

His golden light flashed forward, condensing into a massive, domed shield. The energy blast slammed against it, dispersing in waves of heat and force.

Thor didn't even slow down.

He slammed into the Destroyer with the force of a god reborn.

The impact sent a shockwave through the battlefield, knocking debris into the air. The Destroyer staggered, metal plates denting under the power of Mjolnir.

Baldur grinned, dashing forward in a burst of golden light.

He reappeared at the Destroyer's side, his twin blades igniting like miniature suns.

Then—he struck.

His first blade carved deep into the Destroyer's exposed joints, sending a flare of golden sparks into the night. His second stabbed into its core, light burning against its inner mechanisms.

The Destroyer lashed out.

Baldur dodged, barely, twisting mid-air and vanishing in another flicker of golden speed. He reappeared beside Thor, landing in a crouch.

Thor rolled his shoulders, spinning Mjolnir in his grasp. "Impressive."

Baldur smirked. "I try."

The Destroyer was recovering fast.

Its core pulsed brighter, and Baldur knew what was coming next.

"Loki's losing patience," he muttered.

Thor's gaze hardened. "Then let's end this."

The Destroyer planted its feet, metal plating shifting as it prepared to unleash another devastating blast.

But this time, it wouldn't get the chance.

Thor threw Mjolnir.

It whistled through the storm, a perfect arc of destruction, slamming into the Destroyer's chest.

The impact sent a tremor through the battlefield. The machine staggered, metal plates bending inward from the sheer force.

Before it could recover, Baldur was already moving.

He appeared behind the Destroyer, hands raised.

And then, for the first time, he let his power expand.

Golden light erupted from his hands, pouring into the cracks of the Destroyer's armor.

It resisted.

But Baldur pushed harder.

The Destroyer's molten core began to flicker, its heat fading under the weight of Baldur's power. The once-unstoppable war machine started to falter.

And Thor, watching the moment unfold, knew exactly how to finish it.

Mjolnir returned to his grip, electricity arcing wildly around his body.

He charged forward.

And then, with a final, thunderous strike—

Thor shattered the Destroyer into pieces.

The war machine collapsed, molten fragments raining down like falling stars.

And just like that, the battle was over.

The streets were silent.

The storm had started to calm, the wind carrying away the lingering scent of burned metal and lightning.

Thor stood over the Destroyer's remains, shoulders rising and falling with deep breaths. He looked… whole again.

Powerful. Worthy.

Baldur crossed his arms, watching him. "Not bad."

Thor turned, grinning. "Not bad yourself."

Baldur smirked. "I know."

Jane and the others were emerging from cover, eyes wide with disbelief.

Darcy stared at the wreckage. "Well. That was… insane."

Erik adjusted his glasses. "Agreed."

Jane, however, wasn't looking at the Destroyer.

She was looking at Thor.

Baldur sighed, rubbing his temples. Here we go.

Thor turned toward her, softening. "Jane."

She swallowed, stepping forward. "You—you're different."

Thor smiled. "Yes."

Baldur coughed. "Alright, before you two start making eyes at each other—should we talk about what comes next?"

Thor exhaled, turning serious again. "I must return to Asgard."

Jane blinked. "Wait. What?"

Thor nodded. "Loki is still on the throne. If he sent the Destroyer, that means something is wrong. I must go home."

Baldur folded his arms. "You sure you're ready for that?"

Thor met his gaze. "Are you?"

Baldur paused.

Was he?

He had spent so much time watching events unfold. Letting things happen. Playing the role of the quiet observer.

But now…

Something inside him felt different.

Like he was finally part of the story.

Baldur exhaled, grinning. "Guess we'll find out."

Thor turned to Jane again, voice softer. "I promise, I will return."

Jane nodded, her heart in her eyes.

Baldur rolled his own.

"Right," he muttered. "Time to go."

Thor smirked, lifting Mjolnir. The wind picked up, the storm coalescing around him again.

Baldur took one last look at Midgard.

Then—the Bifrost opened.

And the Sons of Odin vanished into the cosmos.

The moment they landed, Baldur knew things were worse than expected.

The halls of Asgard felt different. The usual warmth, the ever-present energy of the realm—it all felt off.

The guards were tense. The air was too still.

Thor's expression darkened. "Something is wrong."

Baldur nodded. "Yeah. No kidding."

Then—

A voice rang out from the throne room.

"Loki has sealed the Bifrost."

They both turned.

Sif and the Warriors Three stood at the entrance, weapons drawn, faces grim.

Thor stepped forward. "What do you mean, sealed?"

Sif's jaw clenched. "He has cut off travel between the realms. Heimdall is imprisoned. No one gets in or out without his will."

Thor's hands tightened around Mjolnir. "Then we break it."

Baldur sighed.

"Great," he muttered. "Back home for five minutes and we're already committing treason."

Thor smirked. "Wouldn't be the first time."

Baldur grinned, rolling his shoulders. "Fair point."

Then, with no more words, the Sons of Odin marched toward the throne.

Because this wasn't just about Asgard anymore.

This was about stopping Loki—before it was too late.