Vidar's tale began in a time of turmoil and shifting allegiances within Asgard. Born to Odin and the warrior queen Magda, his early years were shadowed by the tension of his mother's ambitions and the strict expectations of his father. Magda was a fierce and unyielding figure, her eyes always on the horizon, seeking power and conquest. To her, Vidar was merely a tool to extend her influence, much like Hela, Odin's firstborn.
From a young age, Vidar was subjected to relentless training and harsh discipline. Magda instilled in him a sense of duty and the importance of strength, but there was no warmth in her teachings. She viewed him as a means to an end, a weapon to wield in her quest for dominance. Hela, too, saw Vidar as nothing more than a lesser being, a pawn in her own grand designs. She treated him with disdain, seeing in him a rival for Odin's favor.
When Hela's ambition grew too dangerous, Odin made the fateful decision to seal her away. Vidar, only a child at the time, witnessed his sister's betrayal and her anguished screams as she was banished. The event left an indelible mark on his soul, a warning of the consequences of defying Odin's will. Not long after, Magda died under mysterious circumstances, leaving Vidar alone in a court that viewed him with suspicion and indifference.
The ungrateful Asgardians saw Vidar not as a prince, but as a reminder of Magda's ambitions and Hela's rebellion. They distanced themselves, and Vidar was left to fend for himself in a world that seemed to resent his very existence. Odin, always calculating, saw potential in Vidar's latent power and sought to mold him into the perfect warrior. He treated Vidar not as a son, but as a tool to be sharpened and used.
Vidar's childhood was a blur of battles and training, each day a struggle to prove his worth. He grew increasingly resentful of his father's manipulations and the cold, calculating way Odin wielded him. This resentment festered into rage, a seething fury that burned beneath Vidar's stoic exterior. He channeled this rage into his training, becoming a warrior without equal in all the realms.
The breaking point came during one of Odin's blood-fired conquests. As part of a campaign to assert Asgardian dominance, Odin sent Vidar to subjugate a coalition of rebellious planets. Fueled by years of suppressed anger and a desire to prove his strength, Vidar unleashed his full fury upon his enemies. He massacred thousands, laying waste to entire races and planets with a cold, ruthless efficiency.
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The brutality of his actions shocked even the hardened Asgardian warriors who accompanied him. Vidar's dominance was absolute; his power undeniable. For the first time, the realms saw the true extent of his wrath, and a shadow of fear fell over Asgard. Vidar had shown that he was not to be underestimated, and his father's control over him was more tenuous than ever.
Upon his return, Vidar was met with a mixture of awe and fear. Odin's plan had succeeded, but at a terrible cost. The massacre had left a scar on Vidar's soul, deepening his resentment towards his father and the Asgardian court. He had proven his dominance, but it brought him no satisfaction. Instead, it solidified his belief that he was nothing more than a tool, a weapon to be wielded at Odin's whim.
As Vidar grew older, his hatred for Odin and the Asgardians only intensified. The court's whispers, the ungrateful stares of the people, and the memory of Hela's betrayal all fueled his anger. He became a silent, brooding figure, his stoic exterior hiding the tempest within. The only light in his life was Loki, the abandoned frost giant whom he took under his wing. In Loki, Vidar saw a reflection of his own pain and loneliness, and he vowed to protect him at all costs.
Vidar's power grew with each passing year, surpassing even Odin's expectations. He became a force of nature, a warrior without equal. But his heart remained cold, his rage a constant companion. The Asgardians might have seen him as a hero, but Vidar knew the truth. He was a monster created by his father's ambition and his mother's cruelty, a weapon forged in the fires of betrayal and pain.
When Loki died at the hands of Thanos, Vidar's rage reached a zenith. The final thread that tethered him to any semblance of loyalty to Asgard was severed. He took Loki's body, placed it into a casket, and with a single gesture, tore apart the fabric of space itself. He left a scar in reality, a message to all who conspired with Thanos: they would cease to exist under his wrath.
Vidar's journey for vengeance had begun, and no power in the universe could stand against his fury. The Forgotten Son of Asgard was now a force unleashed, his wrath a storm that would sweep through the cosmos, leaving only silence and desolation in its wake.