It all happened a few hundred years ago.....
Asgard lived in harmony with Earth (or so I am told.) Until my father stopped an attack on America....the Iron Army took notice of him. They knew they could not kill him...so they opted another way out.
Through the use of ancient writings, they found a way to get past our spells protecting Asgard (After a man called Norman Osborn attempted to kill us all) They fired a cannon at us....for weeks we thought it did nothing....that was until my Father went back to meet with the Avengers, to find himself invisible and intangible to them. He was like a ghost....he could do nothing but watch as the Iron Army lied about "sending us back to our own damn realm." To add insult to injury, the had to do more: They allowed us contact with the other eight realms...and had a sorceror (I belive my Father mentioned the name "Mordo".) to curse us. Within a few years of our exile, frost Giants attacked us, and killed my Grandfather Odin, my Mother Sif, Frandral, as well as nearly half of our warriors before we could mount an attack....we have been plagued ever since.
Unlce Balder leads Asgard now, and watches over our cursed kingdom.....My name is Magni, together with my brother Modi and my sister Thrud, we are Thor's children.....we convinced a few of our fellow Asgardians to help us find a way to get out of our exile....
.....and the now the trickster has decided to cause his mischief once again.....
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