Chapter 1
Long ago, in the realm of Asgard, a third child was born to the Odin.
His name was baldur.
Unlike his elder bbrother, Thor, and most males of Asgard, baldur was not born with the stature or strength of a warrior, not meant to take up sword and shield and enter the fray of bloody battles that were fought in the nine realms for the sake of peace. More like his brother, Loki, baldur had a great aptitude for magic and sorcery, the mystic arts coming quite easily to the son of Odin, much to his mother, Frigga's, joy. Throughout the centuries of his life on Asgard, his Queen Mother taught him much in the ways of magic, finding her son even more talented in the arts than herself.
His magical energy was bountiful and he found casting spells for battle and war just as easy as creating whole new beings out of nothing but his imagination, though his mother did forbid him to do so without restraint. Many had come to call him the Sorcerer of Asgard, only second to Frigga's own power, though this was only due to her experience.
He was a kind prince, always willing to lend a helping hand whenever necessary. He had no like for bragging and battle like Thor nor a penchant for mischief and iintrigue like Loki, mostly keeping to himself and his room or walking the halls of the palace invisible, looking on happily at the day to day lives of Asgard's people. He mostly liked to be near Heimdall at the bifrost's entrance, using his magic to see what the gate keeper saw, watching the going ons of the nine realms through the guardian's eyes.
He always accompanied his father on his trips to Midgard, watching as the mortals were amazed by the simple lighting and thunder tricks that Thor did to amaze the masses, watching amusedly as they proclaimed them all Gods and named a day after his smug brother. He, on the other hand, made a more lasting impression, going around midgard and sheltering mortals with his warm light at nights as they made perilous journeys in the night or hearing the prayers of a wronged mortal and bringing those who would hurt them to Justice. Thus they gave him his own title.
Balder, God of light and justice.
IIndeed, even though he was no Thor or Odin, Those of Midgard and Asgard loved him just as much. And he in return loved them all. To him, his family, his brothers, mother and father were the world to him and he would always strive to protect them and see them happy, united as a family. Centuries later, however, this was to end.
And it all had to do with Odin's announcement that soon, Thor would be crowned king of Asgard...
(Just an introduction chapter, so its a little short. Note that the balder of my fic is completely OC from Marvel's own. That they share the same is a complete coincidence, a small problem as I hadn't known there actually was a Balder in the marvel universe. Note that there will be slight or sometimes major crossovers with other movies or games for the sake of Balder's magic of creation or powers, though the fix will mostly stay Marvel, moving in from Thor to the Avenger's and onwards. See ya next time )