The Tesseract's choice

Prologue

Odin glanced out over his land, he could almost make out the children playing in the streets and the market stalls that traded and sold the fresh fruit made by the fertile lands to the east of the city.

In the far distance, from where he faced from the palace's balcony, the deep, blue sea glistened against the sunset of the west. He managed to make out the old features of the glinting golden dome structure that housed the entrance of the rebuilt Bifrost.

Not long ago his…sons, fought over the defending or the destruction of Juttenheim, on the rainbow bridge and it was…fierce…he turned quickly away from the sight of the bridge and the sight of his memories. Thinking about the tragic fate of his most beloved, adopted son caused him more grief than he could bear, and he was so old now, so very, very old.

In that instance he felt a familiar shiver that rose from his flesh to his frail hands and with the taste of copper in his mouth, he knew then that the Tesseract's power was rising and becoming more violent with each passing minute, yet, he could, and would, not stop it from springing free yet again.

Soon it would be searching the realm of the nine planets in search of a home, he hoped he was the only one who felt it when it did find one.