5 Junkyard

In front of Bifrost's imposing entrance, Frigga was notably absent as Caesar prepared to depart. Despite a brief exchange with Caesar while in Asgard, Frigga found herself unable to sway Odin and Caesar's decisions. All she could do was silently hope that time would eventually mend the rift.

Luckily, Asgardians boast impressive lifespans. Heimdall bid Caesar a tight embrace, his silent trust speaking volumes. He knew Caesar's choice was made with careful consideration.

"Take me to Midgard!" Caesar's voice rang out with determination.

After resolving to enter self-imposed exile, he had settled on Midgard, known as Earth over a millennium ago, as his destination. It seemed like the most prudent choice at the time. With the Ancient One yet to be born, the risk of being trapped in an infinite loop was non-existent.

Though Heaven and Hell remained adversaries, the Sorcerer Supreme and the Nine Realms Agreement ensured that formidable forces couldn't easily invade Earth. It remained a sanctuary, shielded from cosmic conflicts. Moreover, Earth already housed the faith of angels and gods, offering Caesar ample belief to draw power from.

His plan was straightforward: gather a contingent of king-ranked angels, bolster his strength on Earth, and then venture forth into the universe to confront Thanos.

With a swift motion, Heimdall activated Bifrost, plunging the rainbow bridge into action. Caesar confidently strode into the gleaming pathway.

"Earth awaits!" His declaration echoed as he positioned himself at the heart of Bifrost, avoiding its edges like the plague.

The unknown beyond the bridge's boundaries held both promise and peril—land on a lush world or plummet into the abyss of a black hole. 

Caesar's sole wish was safe passage to Earth, not a reckless gamble with his fate.

"Detecting Bifrost fluctuations," a voice urgently warned. "Activate teleportation protocol, maintain Bifrost connection."

"Asgard is under attack prepare for battle," another voice stressed with urgency.

Then, a colossal battleship materialized, casting disruptive ripples through the Bifrost's structure.

Amidst the chaos, Caesar was violently expelled, hurtling into the abyss.

In those fleeting moments before darkness claimed him, Caesar glimpsed a figure seated upon the throne, exuding a pulsating aura of power.

"Odin, relinquish the Space Gem!" the figure demanded, revealing himself as none other than Thanos.

"Thanos? You dare..." Caesar's vow was cut short by unconsciousness.

In his prime, Odin, upon learning of Thanos' assault and Caesar's plight, wasted no time. Clad in the armor of the destroyer, he rode his eight-legged steed, wielding Gungnir with unwavering resolve.

He swore to display the might of the true ruler of the Nine Realms – the unyielding Odin.

Despite grievous wounds, Thanos, aided by his faithful followers, escaped, nursing his grievances but wisely avoiding the Nine Realms until Odin's strength waned.

In the aftermath, Odin drowned his sorrows for seven days, while Frigga mourned in solitude upon hearing of Caesar's fate.

Heimdall, with his vigilant gaze, scoured the realms for any sign of Caesar but found naught, leaving his eyes wide with concern and doubt.

Refusing to relent, Heimdall's gaze darted, but the hushed whispers faded, settling into a somber silence.

Heimdall couldn't help but shoulder some blame, regretting his failure to detect Thanos sooner and thwart his malevolent designs.

Yet, it wasn't solely his burden to bear.

Despite eyes capable of scouring the cosmos, formidable barriers and elusive entities could elude even Heimdall's vigilant watch.

As the sands of time sifted through the hourglass, Heimdall treaded cautiously, ever mindful of not stoking Odin's fury or deepening Frigga's sorrow.

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Sakaar The Wasteland

With a thunderous crash, Caesar plummeted from the heavens, his battered form meeting the unforgiving earth below.

"Cursed land, what in the nine realms..."

Struggling to rise, Caesar wrinkled his nose at the noxious fumes assaulting his senses, a foul amalgam of discarded refuse lingering in the air.

"At least I missed landing straight into the garbage heap..."

Surveying the towering mounds of waste surrounding him, Caesar bitterly pondered his plight.

Thanos, after attacking the Bifrost and unleashing his onslaught on Asgard, unexpectedly hurled Caesar—Bifrost rider—into the unknown.

Once a mystery beyond the Bifrost, now Caesar had a glimpse of the realm.

A void, vast and suffocating.

Were it not for his Protoss lineage and the awakened divine energy coursing within him, Caesar would have succumbed to the void's crushing weight long before.

Survival was a serendipitous twist of fate.

Whether he landed amidst the refuse or elsewhere mattered little to Caesar; such trivialities held no sway over him.

Perhaps there lay an opportunity to confront Thanos amidst the refuse.

But before Caesar could gather his bearings, a group of oddly garbed aliens, their features masked and their arms laden with weaponry, encircled him.

These were the scavengers of the Wasteland.

"Warrior or food?"

"Nay, looks fresh, that's food."

Clearly, Caesar's dramatic descent from the heavens had sparked the scavengers' interest.

To them, he was but prey.