Harry Potter: Dimensional Wizard

“This is not something I can agree on the spot,” Odin explained.

“That’s understandable, and you can take your time, but be mindful of a reasonable timeline,” Edward nodded.

“What else do you suggest we do to prepare?” Frigga asked.

“My plan is very simple and straightforward: become powerful. So, you do whatever is necessary to increase Asgard’s military prowess, train Thor to truly develop his potential, and increase your allies,” Edward explained. “However, I do suggest you let me train the second prince.”

“Loki?”

“Yes, he’s a talented sorcerer, and I can mold him into a true powerhouse.” Edward did not ask to train Thor since the latter was the next heir to the throne, and Odin might be suspicious that he was trying to brainwash the next Asgardian King. However, Loki — who was secretly trained all his life – to be Thor’s advisor was another subject. Of course, there is a chance that Odin also did not want anyone interfering with his son’s training.

“It might be a good idea for him to have a change of scenery,” Frigga commented, but Odin did not share his thoughts on the matter.

“Lastly,” Edward added. “Is there any way to turn Hela into our side?” The room immediately quieted down. Frigga had nothing to say since Hela was her stepdaughter and was gone not long after she married Odin.

“I’m afraid this is not possible,” replied the Allfather. “She had an unquenchable thirst for power and only cared about the throne.”

“But she also has a deep hidden pride and respect for strength and power,” Edward explained. “So, we can tempt her. We lure her with the promise of freedom and the throne as long as she can defeat Thor. However, if she loses, she must serve him without complaints or a devious mind. We used a magical contract to ensure everyone abides by the rules.”

Odin’s eyes lit up. If this plan works, his son will have his brother as a tactical adviser and his sister as a mighty general. Then, he will no longer have to worry about Asgard’s future.

“As tempting as this sounds, you saw what she did to him.”

“You also know that Thor has the potential to be victorious,” countered Edward. “He's guaranteed to win with the right training and preparations.”

“Preparation?”

“I have access to very advanced Illusion Magic that could perfectly recreate all her strength and abilities. He can train to prepare for the fight against her.”

Odin’s brow furrowed. He had to admit that he was tempted, not just due to the prospect of his son having such a capable companion, but with the idea that this might be the only way for his family to be united — to be whole or complete again.

“But what if he loses?”

“I’ll be blunt, Allfather. If he loses after all those advantages, giving her the throne might not be a bad idea, given what’s coming to the world.”

Odin resisted the urge to denounce these words. His daughter might be a terrible ruler during a time of peace. But in an era of chaos, war, and uncertainty, her ruthlessness and cutthroat views are perfect to rule Asgard.

“This is a lot to process, so let’s stop here for today,” Odin declared. “I believe you wanted access to our library?”

“Of course.”

...

Frigga’s chamber:

“Mother, why do you want to see me?” Loki asked while walking and locking arms with her.

“Your father and I have something to ask your opinion?”

“Father?”

“Yes, we were wondering if you were interested in going to Midgard for sorcery training?”

“Midgard?” Loki frowned. He was trying to find an excuse to get close to that sorcerer and steal his source of power, and now, success literally fell on his lap, but he could not help but be suspicious.

“Is this some kind of punishment? Is father exiling me? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, honey. This is just a suggestion. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” Frigga swiftly explained before stopping and facing him.

“What about Thor? Is he going to Midgard, too?”

“Your brother will face his own challenge and training.”

“Training? Did something happen?” The Trickster God was not stupid and caught onto something. Frigga sighed, “Something did happen, but nothing to concern you.”

“Mother, you’re worrying me.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Loki knew his mother long enough to know when she would be soft with him and when her decision was final, and unfortunately, this was the latter.

“As you wish?”

“So, what is your decision? Or do you need some time to think about it?”

“I have no issue with going to Midgard,” Loki replied after a brief contemplation.

“That’s good.” Frigga could tell when her son was scheming something, which, more often than not, was nefarious. But this time, she could only secretly say to herself: ‘Honey, you’re going to suffer.’

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Thank you, everyone, for all your patience and support. I’m feeling a lot better now.