Chapter Two:
Good old childhood
As I said, I grew up in Asgard with the gods. I grew up with the motto family or enemy. I grew up being told violence is a solution. War is necessary. Sometimes. So said Odin.
My brother Thor fit in. He was – and unfortunately still is today – a warrior like from a fairy tale. Long blond hair, blue eyes like the sky and a named weapon that perfectly fits to his character. Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying he is brutal. He is just a little bit ...stupid. He never questioned the easy theories. You don't get this from the first look. From the first look, you will like him. I did.
I was very calm and more the intellectual type and I got black hair (you know, always a sign for a bad guy). But we did have fun together. Pranks, adventures. We were a great team.
I remember one day, when Mum told us to make the dinner. Baldur was ill and Odin somewhere in a war. To protect somebody. Mum was very busy and she thought it were necessary to know such trivial things like how to make a dinner. Today, I would agree. Then, I really didn't want to waste my precious time with it. With Thor on my side it would be just more complicated. Don't get me wrong. He was a nice guy. Just not very constructive. But he knew how to made fun out of it.
He said: "We shall make the dinner? Okay, then let's catch it!" I didn't have any chance to say something against his interpretation and I didn't want. So we took our spears and went out hunting. Thor always wanted to kill a monster, take it home and then grill it over an open fire. To me, it didn't seem such easy. We were just kids. Kids of gods, but still kids. I knew monsters wouldn't care about it. But I knew, too, that I had to train. "Always be prepared for a fight." Another one of the rules. Maybe we could pick up some berries.
But, like always, it came different. We were in the forest. The calm light shined through the leafs of the big trees. It was a peaceful atmosphere.
Then the wind changed and it smelled ...different. Interesting. I was curious and followed the smell, leaving Thor behind. Suddenly, there was a black cage right in front of me. I hesitated, but then I walked in. Carefully, of course. But nevertheless, I hit my head. The sound of it was enough. Suddenly, there were red eyes in the darkness, not far from me. I made an less honorable cry and ran as fast as I could, the giant, black bear right behind me. When I left the cage, Thor attacked surprisingly. He fought hard with the bear, but with a smile on his face. I stood there and stared and didn't really get it, when Thor finally killed the bear. He came to me and gave me a hug. "Oh, thank you little brother. It was a perfect trap. The dinner gonna be great!" I just said "Yes" and felt very thankful for him saving my life. But for a short time, I had very strange feelings about the bear. I commiserated.
Well, the bear was actually to heavy for us two. We needed help from friends (Thor's of course) to carry it home. Mum wasn't as happy as expected (from Thor, of course) and finally she had to do most for the dinner. But we tried our best to help her. I took the part with the plates, Thor took the part with the meat.
Nevertheless, after all I learned how to fight. Father taught us. Baldur wasn't very different from Thor, just not as talented as he. With brothers like this, it's better you know how to defend yourself.
Many things doesn't matter, when you got a family. I was happy. I had a family. I didn't fit in perfectly, but I was accepted.
