The vibration of magic was in the air, so old and powerful, that it made his arms grow goosebumps.

"Miss me?", Baldur breathed with a smile on his face and reached out to hit the man's nose so hard, his head snapped to the side.

Quickly, the stranger tried to hand some damage back.

But Baldur blocked his slow yet heavy attacks, picked a rock out the air and smashed it into his face. His hands reached for a long, sharp stone, wrapped around it and buried the entire length inside the man's torso.

Screaming in pain, he was now pinned to the stone archway while blood was rushing out his guts. Every normal human would have been down by now. But he seemed rather lively.

He wasn't a giant, that was certain to Baldur. But he wasn't too sure about the human part. Keeping an eye on him wouldn't hurt.

Again, he wanted to reach out and give him the final blow.

But the man was clearly a fighter, caught his fist mid air and wrestled with him while throwing a warningly glanced over to the boy.

"Run, boy!", he demanded in his deep voice. "Cross the bridge."

But the young little one was as foolish as he was brave.

With an unknown kind of defiance, he raised his little bow and shot a few arrows.

He was a good archer, Baldur had to give him that. The arrows pierced his flesh in such a precise, deadly way that it would have been his end if it weren't for the curse.

"No!", the boy screamed, trying to be manly as his bleeding father. "I'm a god too! I can do this!"

But he was a small little fool, obviously untrained in combat. His first mistake was to come closer, so close, that he was barely an arms length away from Baldur's reach.

Annoyed, he rolled his eyes and let another arrow piece his mouth.

"Get off him!", the small one hissed, like a puppy that didn't know yet what the difference between bravery and foolishness was.

Baldur but off the arrows head that was stuck in his mouth, spit it out and gave the boy a hit, not fatal but strong enough to make him sink to the ground.

Then, he pressed the stone further into the man's gut, to make sure he wouldn't interfere.

But he turned out to be as persistent as his own flesh and blood. With a growl, the man raised his arms and smashed the stone that was stuck inside him with a mighty punch. Weakened, he tried to fight the attacker, but sunk to his knees with a simple kick.

"Baldur, let em' go!", Mimir offered, obviously trying to buy some time. "I'll do whatever you-!"

"Shut up!", Baldur kicked him too, making him bounce like a children toy from the rope that he was tied to. "All this time I thought I needed you! But you're just meat. Turns out, the boys the brains."

He kicked the stranger in the face, followed by a few hits to keep him on his knees.

The stranger pulled his head in.

Struck by surprise, Baldur missed.

A loud scream made his chest tremble as the man wrapped his hands around his neck and legs, threw him into the air and smashed his back into the stones of the archway.

Dust twirled up, followed by a shockwave that smashed the solid stone into little rubble. Like a house of cards, the archway started to collapse in itself, unable to hood the weight on just one leg.

Golden and white drops of magic filled the air. Like thousands of scared fireflies, they started dancing before their shimmer faded into a soft glow and finally died. The stones came raining down like pieces of the sky.

Unimpressed, Baldur remained motionless and let some rocks bury him under their crushing weight. They weren't able to affect him anyways.

Dust filled the air and for a moment, everything drowned in a veil of dirt.

"No!", the boy came running. "You broke the gate. That was our only way to Jötunheim."

Now, annoyance got the better of Baldur. Slowly, he pushed the rock away that was laying on his chest.

He groaned.

"Oh, you stupid son of a bitch!", he hissed and remained sitting on the floor for a moment, to look at the damage.

The stranger got back on his feet. He seemed weak, affected by his wounds.

"Get out of here, boy.", he advised his son.

Grinning, Baldur jumped to his feet.

"Yes! By all means, junior, run away.", he leaned back and pointed at the man. "Let daddy do all the heavy lifting for you."

He let out a small chuckle. It was easy for him to find something in those boys eyes that seemed familiar.

There was this spark, this young, arrogant pride that came with the knowledge that godly blood was flowing through his veins. It was so easy to pick it up and abuse in every single way.

Baldur once had been like him. Now, he could only laugh about it.

His words alone were enough to make the boy clench his jaw and come running at him with a scream.

With his face disfigured by anger, the stranger held him back.

"Let go!", the boy tried to fight him off.

"Calm down boy! You're not ready for this!", the man growled.

"I am ready!", with surmising strength, the boy pushed his father off him and drew his bow.

Baldur's senses tingled.

But instead of him, the tip of the arrow was aimed at the father.

Frozen in shock, the man raised a hand.

But the child was blinded by his little ambitions.

Golden lighting wrapped around the bow.

"Druma!", the boy screamed and shit his father in the chest.

The electricity of the magic made him fall to his knees immediately. Stunned, he tried to resist, but wasn't able to regain control over his twitching limbs.

Entertained by the slight, Baldur couldn't help but laugh.

"And here I thought my family was fucked up.", he caught the boy mid air as he tried to stab him with a knife. "Oh, your father is right boy. You're far from ready. Now would you be so kind and hold this for me."

He pulled the knife out his chest and stabbed the boy in return.

"Thank you!", he gestured towards the man, tugged the boy under his arm and jumped off the mountain.