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Dragonborn's Might makes Right by Infonticus

Game X-overs & Avengers Xover Rated: M, English, Adventure, Words: 356k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 1k+, Published: Aug 25, 2021 Updated: Jun 12, 2022

513Chapter 3

Chapter 3: A Dragonborn's Arena Discoveries

Now victorious against a pan-temporal organization such as the TVA, I sat back in the grandest, gaudiest seat that I could find that befit my status as Dragonborn…

...the cream-coloured couch in Valkyrie's apartment.

It's only redeeming features were that it was fairly comfortable to sit on and that it came with a skilled and enthusiastic blowjob from a beautiful dark-skinned Asgardian ex-valkyrie as I sat on said couch.

The first reason may have been directly caused by the second.

And as Valkyrie demonstrated how she been practicing suppressing her gag reflex by taking my cock to the back of her throat, I looked over to the other side of the room and gave our newest co-conspirator, Sylvie, a casual wave in greeting. Her blue-green eyes had been discreetly glancing at us every so often; and I made sure to meet her eyes everytime so that she knew that she's welcome to have a turn.

Her cheeks quickly flushed red at being caught once again before she turned back to her work- pouring over the local planetary internet on Valkyrie's terminal- plotting our eventual takeover of the planet. She had yet to take me up on the offer, but I knew that it was only a matter of time until she did.

Sylvie Laufeydottir, the female alternate universe version of Loki, was actually an incredible beauty in this multiverse.

She possessed a slender frame with relatively small breasts and gentle curves, and paired with the long graceful legs of a youthful ballerina. Her body was matched perfectly by her flawlessly pretty face. Regal cheekbones over soft cheeks dusted lightly with a natural pink blush. Bright, green eyes with flecks of blue.

Her soft pink lips always seemed to be in a sly and mysterious smile- aptly giving her an always mischievous look of a flirting woman on the verge of doing something sultry and suggestive- things like deliberately pressing her breasts against your arm or flashing her lack of panties at you.

Sylvie would have looked like the stereotypical princess in popular fiction if not for her penchant for smugness, megalomaniacal plotting and her ability to absorb the life force out of people with the Staff of Magnus. The last one she was practically getting addicted to.

The raven black roots of her dyed blonde hair were peeking out too- a leftover from her time disguising herself while being on the run from the TVA, but that didn't discount her beauty. It was an interesting decision for me to make- whether or not to have her grow it out back to her natural raven black or if I should get her to keep the blonde.

All-in-all, Sylvie was without a doubt more attractive than the human actress that portrayed her by a hundred times over. An almost ethereal and otherworldly beauty- here was a woman who was actually worthy of being called a goddess.

A slender and sexy Goddess of Mischief.

A goddess that I had already Captured earlier on when I bit her shoulder a few hours ago. She was not even aware that the sigil that grew on her shoulder was nudging her mind along to be more receptive to me. And I would be heatedly fucking the smug Asgardian princess until she was a constantly cumming puddle of well-fucked goddess, but I had ordered her to look for places I could pillage from for some quick cash.

So that left with me making Valkyrie pull double shifts of her acting as my convenient cumdump.

But, sex aside, I made sure to fill them in with all the need-to-know information about my capabilities: which I deemed was not much at all. They knew that I could do some magic, they knew that I could imbue magic onto items, and they knew that I grew more powerful when I claimed certain women that were significant to the timeline.

But apart from that, I didn't bother to say more: Not because I didn't trust in the bonds that now held them, but rather, I didn't feel like going into a long explanation, and that they're particularly vulnerable to magicks that exploited the mind and the soul.

Because unlike them, I had bought from the Company: [Mental Defense], [Soul Defense] and [Information Defense]. Every powerful psychic in the MCU could band together, and even they wouldn't be able to pluck information out of my mind or influence my mental state. The same could not be said for either Valkyrie or Sylvie. So they'll stay mostly in the dark for now.

Then my Company Smartphone rang from within my pocket dimension.

"A mission?" My booming gravelly voice ground out- holding up the Company Smartphone. And once the screen came into view, I glowered at the notification on it- my expression hidden underneath the dragonbone helmet that I still wore.

Immediately after my remark, both girls stopped what they were doing to stare at me with wide eyes. Sylvie turning to face me, while Valkyrie disconnected her mouth from my cock.

"W-what mission? You have superiors?" Sylvie was the first to stammer out- likely overwhelmed by the idea that there is someone more powerful than me. To be fair, I was pretty powerful at the moment- more than what any single one of the Avengers could handle on their own- but I still had some ways to go until I could go against something like a Celestial.

Not that either girl even knew what a Celestial was.

"Less of a direct superior and more of a benefactor with a bounty, more like." I off-handedly admitted as I read the Mission that the Company is putting forth for me to accept.

"So, you're a bounty hunter?" Valkyrie asked- pumping my shaft with her soft hand. Her warm palms in a loose grip as she moved it up and down across the shaft that still glistened slightly with her saliva.

"Something of the sort, yes." I affirmed as I thought over the details on my Company Smartphone.

This mission was questionable in terms of merit- very questionable.

NEW COMPANY MISSION!

Mission Title: Under Draconic Rule

Scope: Standard-Level

Objective: Rule Sakaar for 10 years.

Sub-Objective #1: Kill the Grandmaster and wrest Control of Sakaar from him

Sub-Objective #2: ?

Sub-Objective #3: ?

Condition: You cannot leave Sakaar for more than 72 hours each month.

Sub Reward #1: 40 Credits

Sub Reward #2: ?

Sub Reward #3: ?

Mission Reward: 1 T11 Ticket

Accept?

Y/N

Ten years? That's a hell of a lot of time to be stuck in one place.

Unless I can have someone loyal (read: waifu) to competently administrate this place, I will have to do it myself. But even then, I'd rather not be stuck ruling a planet at all: I had no interest in ruling over people like a lord, I'd rather rule them all like a slavemaster or a general.

My blood hungered to be on the frontlines- raping, killing and pillaging. That was and will always be my main goal: to be an interdimensional Genghis Khan- leading from the head of my space Mongol Horde that loosely held a massive swathe of territory where the natives had been beaten into unquestioning obedience. Scything down the weak and taking their women and adding the strong to my growing harem.

Even the reward for taking over was piddly at 40 Credits. It was like whoever was giving me these missions was trolling me.

But I had a plan where I could make this Company Mission agreeable for me. And all for a low, low cost of a few weaklings' lives.

I will need to move fast though and get it done in a week.

Because by then, the first contender with their own Waifu Catalog will be coming to try their best to put me down. And those were essentially my two biggest concerns now: Taking over Sakaar from the Grandmaster, and the first Company Contractor who will be dropping by this universe to try and kill me.

But maybe… I could leverage one to achieve the other.

The beginnings of a plan came to mind.

"I'll be accepting the mission my benefactor had forwarded." I announced to the girls as I pressed the accept button on the Company Smartphone- making Valkyrie once again detached from her servicing to look up with an interested look on her face.

Even Sylvie raised a graceful blonde eyebrow at the announcement, but she patiently waited for me to explain.

"We're taking over Sakaar from the Grandmaster within the week." I simply explained with my gruff voice. Her surprisingly soft hand stroked up and down my shaft while she listened intently, "and once that happens, you should know that we're expecting hostile company soon after."

"What kind of company are we expecting?" Sylvie asked, furrowing her brows in concern, even as Valkyrie's stroking grew firmer with worry.

"A strike team of extradimensional assassins, but I do know that never more than one team at a time." I answered her- describing the incoming waves of rival Company Contractors that were going to arrive in a week's time.

"Extradimensional? You do mean like the TVA, right?" Valkyrie asked with a deft lick to the tip of my cock.

"No, they come from even farther than that." I clarified- frowning at that inconvenient fact. Extra-dimensional also meant that their powerset was unknown and thus- incredibly unpredictable. However, that wasn't going to stop me. "I have a plan for dealing with the assassins, for that, I'm going to need Units- lots of Units. I'm sure the Grandmaster and Sakaar can oblige."

"Well, since you're aiming to take over Sakaar" Sylvie supposed- cupping her chin with her other hand as she contemplated it before looking up at me with a devious grin, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Head on over there and break the Grandmaster's bones until he surrenders Sakaar." I answer Sylvie nonchalantly.

"What? No!" She didn't look too pleased though- looking exasperated as if I was some idiot child.

"Sakaar is being run by more than just the Grandmaster and the arena, Hev." the blonde sighed while massaging her temple. "It doesn't run on the prison logic of 'Beat the biggest guy around and you become the boss.' We have dozens of factions here in Sakaar city that hold a slice of the pie: scrapper clans, merchant guilds, industry cartels that run everything from food production to civil construction to ship-building to-"

"I am in no mood to play politics." I interrupted her- making the distaste audible in my voice, "I'm going to go out there, skin the Grandmaster alive until he surrenders, and brutalize anyone who disagrees."

"And drive off all business in the process?" Sylvie questioned with a sharp tone.

"We won't." I emphasized, "Not while the Nova Empire, the Kree Empire, the Sovereign, the thousands of little system-spanning nations still have their wealth for us to take. We'll be bringing back such a large volume of goods and slaves that anyone with even an ounce of greed or self-interest will come to us."

Sylvie seemed to consider it for a moment- likely trying to find merit in what I said before coming to a conclusion.

"Do you have any idea what insane anarchy that you're proposing?" She squawked indignantly.

I sighed. I should just fuck her stupid, sell her to the Company, then find another equally intelligent but less nagging waifu. But a part of me was curious whether or not the [Communication Talent] that I had bought using the Company Credits worked as intended.

… And after weighing it in my head, curiosity won out: Sylvie gets to keep her relative freedom.

Taking a deep breath, I began 'explaining' to her.

"I'm proposing a bottom-up self-organized society that will spontaneously arise from natural social interactions between skilled individuals in an environment that has an over-abundance of resources, as opposed to a top-down bureaucracy organized to exploit said resources… Sakaar will be an almost anarchic nation that we'll vaguely steer in whatever direction we please through looted capital and the threat of overwhelming violence; and if necessary, the judicious application of said overwhelming violence."

"You've… thought this through?" A bewildered Sylvie asked- likely stunned by the hidden depths of my intelligence.

In truth, It was just ad-libbed BS that I put together using the [Communication Talent]. But sure, let's go with the option that makes me look impressive.

"Not really- just a vague idea." I shrugged, lightly gripping Valkyrie by her dark hair and moving her slightly faster up and down my cock, "A full and eloquent explanation of my government policy is a waste of time when I could be out there actually doing things like raping, killing and pillaging."

"Fine, I give up- let's do it your way. Just let me shore up the flanks of your plan, so that it works better." The blonde offered as Valkyrie continued to suck lavishing my shaft with wet licks and eager suckles.

"As long as it doesn't take any more than five days." I grumbled with my deep voice making the Loki cross her arms across her chest as she grumbled about a new plan with a strict time limit. And that was always the problem- that we were out of time.

The threat of those rival Company Contractors who were supposed to equal me in power was simply too great to ignore. No matter who I Captured, no matter what perk or skill I bought from the Company. The rival Contractor who will arrive will always be one that will match my own power Company-wise.

Such was the mechanics of [Fight for your Right] that I purchased in the beginning.

Naturally, what I then needed was an advantage outside the power granted by the Company. And I only had six days to acquire such power. Something that total planetary control over Sakaar could accomplish.

Then Sylvie snapped her fingers- apparently reaching some sort of 'Eureka!' moment. Her blue-green eyes looked at the valkyrie sucking me off.

"Brunhilde, how much can you squeeze out of the Grandmaster if you were to offer up Hev for the Arena?" She prompted her in an urgent tone.

Valkyrie thankfully didn't stop in her suckling to think about it. Her hot, wet mouth still moved up and down my shaft as her chocolate brown eyes looked up at me from where she knelt- appraising me with her wet tongue still swirling around the tip.

I vaguely recalled that Thor was worth 10 million. I should be worth at least that much seeing as I was taller and more intimidatingly armoured than the friendly-looking Chris Hemsworth. Otherwise, I will be very displeased.

With a wet pop, Valkyrie disconnected her mouth from my glistening shaft.

"12 million Units is good. But I can push for 24 million if Hev shows off his metal dragon form." Valkyrie responded in an easy tone before going right back into it- her warm wet mouth engulfing my cock as she bobbed her head up and down.

"There you have it- it's a win-win situation" Sylvie beamed while nodding, before continuing with her explanation. "You'll be out on the Arena smashing every challenger into a pulp, winning people's hearts and minds, engraving your Right to Rule in the minds of people through overwhelming violence."

I nodded, liking the sound of that plan thus far.

"And while you do that, you'll also be making us very, very rich with some carefully placed wagers. And if my forecasts are correct, Valkyrie and I will have enough money on hand to get to the cartels and guilds in line- either for cooperation or for execution." Sylvie finished with a proud grin over her plan to strong arm an entire planet's industries so that we can have complete control over people's lives.

Objectively, that sounded like a decent plan so far. Personally, I thought it had too many moving parts that depended on what other people thought about me, but I can live with pandering to the masses with violence.

"Go on." I gestured to her to continue.

"And once you become a Champion, and everyone knows what you can do…" Sylvie trailed off to flash a smug smirk at me, "That's when you enact your plan of smashing the Grandmaster into red paste. With the crowds and whichever of the cartels we can recruit backing you up… Everything will fall into our hands easier."

That all sounded agreeable to me. And I'd prefer it this way- with my Captured waifus doing the plotting and administrating so that I can focus on what really matters: raping, killing and pillaging. But I noticed that Sylvie left out one big concern...

"What about the assassin team that'll be arriving in six days' time?" I asked the smug blonde. "My plan was simply to put a bounty worth a hundred thousand Units on their heads the moment I receive their name and a pic of their face. A few hundred bounty hunters should be enough to even the odds."

The question seemed to give some pause as a thoughtful look came over her features- likely hatching some plots. This went on for a few minutes- letting me enjoy Valkyrie's blowjob in blessed silence before Sylvie decided to break it again.

"If you're certain that they'll arrive six days from now AND that you'll get their information… I can arrange something like your plan. But can you tell us more about them?" She pressed me in a serious tone even as Valkyrie began picking up the pace- the sound of her pouty lips sliding wetly up and down my shaft in the background as I answered Sylvie's question.

"They'll be after me- going so far as to receive my own name and photo of me to help them track me down. Expect them to be very, very powerful and cannot be reasoned with. Also, the collateral damage from when I fight them will be inevitable and widespread. But on the flipside, they will have women that I can claim for additional power."

With a grunt, I gripped Valkyrie's hair in a firm grip and pushed her face down until her lips were wrapped around the base of my cock- her throat clenching around me as I poured a hot thick load right down her stomach.

"Hmm… if that's how it is- both inevitable and… Hmmm then…" Sylvie muttered to herself in deep consideration- blue green eyes shifting about as she paced the living room... before turning to me with a knowing smile, "Yes, I can hammer out a plan in six day's time."

The expression that she wore said that she wasn't going to share her plans with me until she had something to show for it, but I can trust the Loki to competently do Loki things. Hopefully, this particular plot won't end in failure. Besides... I'm quite certain there was only one real point of failure in her plans- a point of failure that I can reinforce very well.

"Make it happen." I rumbled with a curt nod before turning my attention to the beautiful woman who had just gulped down my fresh load.

"As for you, Valkyrie. Assist Loki with whatever she needs. But right now, let's go fire up that ship so that you can 'fly in' your newest capture."

"Do we have to do it today?" Valkyrie couldn't help but whine, "Just this morning you pounded me into the ground, then you pounded me on every surface in this apartment, then dragged me into a fight against several extra-dimensional hit teams. Can't we call it a day?"

In response, I simply gave her a flat look before pulling out one of my 'First Aid Potions' from storage. Made of Charred Skeever Hide, Eye of the Saber Cat, Garlic… it had the effects of Restore Health, Restore Stamina, and Resist Poison. Everything a growing girl needs to stop whining, and help me make more money than most people on this rock would see in their lifetimes.

"Chug this magic potion down, it should help with the laziness." I told her as I pressed the glass flask of the potion into her palm.

"Home-brewed Stims?" She groaned in distaste, but accepted the glass flask with the cork stopper regardless, "Ugh, you're such a slave driver."

"Magic Potion." I emphasized in a flat tone before continuing, "Also, here's something to motivate you and help wash it down: Honningbrew Mead. It's one of the few bottles in existence."

Speaking of which, I'll have to find alternate ingredients for my potions in the market after this is over. But that can wait until we've taken over Sakaar.

"Never heard of Honningbrew mead, but I'm not about to turn down rare mead…" She muttered as her brown eyes admired the rustic (read: ancient) design of the mead bottle just before downing the potion; and, ever the party girl, Valkyrie chugged the mead right after- using it as a chaser for the potion.

"That… was actually pretty good! Reminds me of Asgardian mead." She muttered as she wiped her lips on her forearm before standing up- looking to be her usual perky and energetic and buzzed self as she strapped up her equipment.

Sylvie also took that as a sign to move out- scooping up the Staff of Magnus from where she rested it with a dramatic flourish. It's good to see both of them in high spirits- it was contagious.

I gave them a grin of vicious anticipation.

"Let's go, ladies. We have a planet to take over."

[The Grandmaster's Tower]

"Sakaar. Surrounded by cosmic gateways, Sakaar lives on the edge of the known and unknown. It is the-"

"This illusion does not work on me." I gruffly spoke over the hologram audio that was playing by my ear- my deep booming voice sending murmurs amongst the crowd of guards that was gathered to contain me like I was a prized animal.

Rather than a chair, Valkyrie had brought me in a metal cage large enough for my Dragon Heart form- magnetic shackles around my wrists, ankles and neck kept me in a kneeling position while a trio of Valkyrie's shock devices0 'Obedience Disks' was what the Grandmaster called them- were embedded in my neck for 'insurance.'

My red eyes underneath my dragonplate helm locked onto the silver-haired Grandmaster in front of me. The idealised version of Jeff Golblum with a lot less wrinkles and a lot more muscle looked on in interest as he wore his gaudy gold and red robes that were similar to those seen in the movie.

My original plan would have me murdering the Grandmaster right here right now. But I'll trust that Sylvie can pull off a decent Loki scheme. Most Loki Schemes have one big point of failure: Loki overestimates his combat ability. And that was something that I'll definitely compensate for.

"You think he's bluffing about the introduction projection? Wouldn't be the first time that's happened, you know?" He casually muttered in a curious tone as an aside to his bodyguard- a gorilla of a muscled woman beside him whose name I hadn't bothered to learn.

"He's not bluffing." the big female bodyguard observed- her stern voice loud for everyone to hear- including me, "His eyes are following us."

"That they are." Valkyrie airily replied as she strutted to the Grandmaster's side. A cruel, amused and slightly drunken smile on her lips as she gestured to me. "What do you think? Am I the best or am I the best?"

"Neither, you perpetually drunk scrapper." the bodyguard woman snorted, but the Grandmaster seemed to have a different idea.

"Hold on now, Topaz." he said with a wave- gesturing to her to shush. "It looks like it has potential."

Ah, yes. The Grandmaster liked to refer to contenders as 'it' rather than actual people.

"Um, Scrapper 142, is there a reason why you brought him in the…" The Grandmaster unsurely gestured to the cage that seemed comically oversized for even my seven foot tall form, "...extra-large packaging?"

"Disengage the mag-shackles for a minute and let me show you." my dark-haired valkyrie replied with a knowing grin- her hand clasping around the controller for the trio of Obedience Disks that she had attached to my neck.

My turn to put on a good show.

"Alright, alright. Show me what it's got." The Grandmaster replied, pressing a button on his chair. The mag-shackles suddenly loosened and I immediately transformed into my [Dragon Heart] form.

Three tonnes of polished Proto-Adamantium in a three-and-a-half meters of bipedal dragon form was suddenly in that metal cage before them- so large and so heavy that even the 12-foot tall cage looked too small of a fit as the metal floor groaned underneath my clawed feet.

And to finish the performance, I roared like a true dragon of old- deep and rumbling like thunder and almost loud enough to rupture eardrums as the thunder echoed through the Grandmaster's tower.

I watched as even Valkyrie recoiled at my wordless roar, her hand barely able to activate the Obedience Disks- blue lightning arcing from neck and all over my form. In the movies, one was enough to bring Thor to heel, two would have permanently harmed someone of his Asgardian physiology, but three Obedience Disks against my Proto-Adamantium hide? It barely even registered.

But for the sake of Sylvie's plan, I faked being shocked- slowing down and tensing in my movements before collapsing to one knee with a rumbling growl. I huffed and growled dramatically as the arcs continued to fly across my metal hide. Seeing that I was 'tamed,' Grandmaster reactivated the Mag-shackles- tugging my wrists downwards to the cage floor.

"Whew! Well, wasn't that a rush of adrenaline for you?" The Grandmaster laughed gregariously with amused claps- his lackeys joining in with the laughing and the clapping, "I've been waiting for something to challenge my Champion, this thing may be just the male I've been looking for!"

"Yes, it's certainly quite the male." Valkyrie replied with a smirk and a distinct relish before turning back to the Grandmaster with a casual offer on her lips, "I'll take twenty-four million."

"She's nuts. Tell her to fall in a trash chute." his bodyguard, now named Topaz, immediately rejected. Though the Grandmaster looked mildly affronted by that.

"Jeez, Topaz, it's like you weren't here when it transformed into that big metal thingie. Just pay her the money." he chided her with a gesture.

With a glare, Topaz tapped on her gauntlet device and wired 24 million Units to Valkyrie; and by extension, to Sylvie and me. I watched as Valkyrie checked her own gauntlet device and whistled approvingly with a smile. Her slender hand patted the Grandmaster's cheek appreciatively before she sauntered past the cage and glanced over her shoulder to me.

"I'll be watching you at the arena, big guy. See you soon." She purred to me before swaggering out the Grandmaster's throne room to rendezvous with Sylvie.

Money secured. Hopefully Sylvie will be able to put it to good use.

"Do you have a name?" the Grandmaster shouted at me slowly as if I didn't understand spoken language.

"I am Hevnokren. Remember that name for it will soon resound in every corner of this sad little galaxy, none will be able to question my might then."

A crisp clap of his hands sent his glittering red and gold robes aflutter as he smiled with anticipation.

"Now that my new shiny metal friend is something that I can help you with: Here in Sakaar, I'll have your name in lights across the sky and its sound will be spoken through every speaker module. I'll have every set of eyeballs on Sakaar watching your fights." He promised with an excited grin- no doubt envisioning the arena fights already.

Then the Grandmaster shot me an amused challenging smirk.

"But as for that whole 'being the strongest' thing, you're going to beat my entire roster; and then, my current champion for that."

"Send them all at once- perhaps then they'll be a challenge."

"I like your style!" He declared with a bark of genuine laughter, "I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship. Right this way, Hevy-boy."

And with a casual gesture from the Grandmaster, the cage began floating along behind him, no doubt to lead me to the arena where the Grandmaster will book me as a contender for endless matches to drive the hype of me challenging the champion.

An endless parade of opponents that were far weaker than I.

This will be boredom incarnate.

[Arena Floor]

It has been four days and several dozen matches in the arena, and I was right- it had been incredibly boring at the start.

All of those who faced me were simply so fragile. From humans to xenos, from seasoned gladiators to fresh catches from the wild, from barely armed slaves to those who walked in with power armour. Not one of my opponents had lasted more than a few seconds before I reduced them to a bloody smear on the arena floor.

It had its marginal benefits such as the different fighting style that I absorbed through the use of my [Martial Talent]- a skill that made it inhumanly easy to pick up fighting style from tutors or from directly sparring and fighting with practitioners. If one could even call what I was doing to these pitiful souls as sparring, that is. It was more akin to 'playing with your food' than anything else.

I hadn't even found a worthy opponent to use my [Dragon Heart] form on yet.

The Grandmaster, utterly delighted by my performance, wizened up to that fact and had taken to sending the contenders in groups of people. But even then, the matches were disappointing with the only spot of amusement that I was able to derive was from the survivors losing control of their bowels before I tore them in half with my bare hands.

What the Arena had now devolved to was how it was like in fiction where cultists would throw live sacrifices and virgins into the lair of an unknowable and unimaginably powerful creature to try and sate its endless hunger.

Only that lair was the Arena, and I was the powerful creature.

The Grandmaster would throw live sacrifices into this lair of mine. Sometimes there'd be a rare gimmick like they'd have vehicles and literal tanks, but they died all the same. All the while, I was motivated by the opportunity of fighting the current Champion of the Sakaar Arena. And such an opportunity was constantly dangled in front of me by the Grandmaster.

It was a clever marketing ploy: He had kept the date of the championship bout secret to everyone including me. And after each of my fights, his giant hologram would appear above the arena floor to teasingly proclaim to me and the crowd that...

"Tonight could be the night that our contender Hevnokren fights the Champion, folks! Be sure to keep buying tickets!"

And despite the crowd enjoying my show of blood-spurting ultraviolence, that didn't change the fact that the Arena bouts were still almost monotonous to me. It was a good thing then that I made my own 'fun' right here on the Arena floor in front of tens of thousands of people.

I discovered just yesterday that the Arena fights against entire teams were more than just a place of a sacrificial pit for me to slake my thirst for violence on…

It was now more than that.

It was also a buffet of faux-human xeno pussy.

There usually was a female that was assigned in the teams sent to contend with me. These females strode confidently onto the Arena floor and breathed a sigh of relief to find that they were only up against one of me. A common misconception that I gleefully took my time to teach them otherwise as I disemboweled them.

At first, I barely paid them any mind aside from slaughtering them alongside their male teammates. But I eventually learned the names of the races that I fought.

There was the human-skinned 'humans' that were the Xandarians- who were essentially just more durable humans with more exotic eye colours.

There were the blue-skinned 'humans' that were the Kree- the same ones like Ronan the Accuser who came from the same empire as Captain Marvel.

There were the gold-skinned 'humans' that were the Sovereign- the ones in Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 who the Guardians worked for at the beginning of the movie only to be hunted by them all throughout.

And then there were the neon pink-skinned 'humans' that were the Kyrlorians- like that one attendant of the Collector in Guardians of the Galaxy who blew herself up with the Power Stone.

And I was busy fucking one such neon pink-skinned Kyrlorians right now.

"GET AWAY FROM HER!" A human clad in the teal and black armoured uniforms of the Nova Empire's Nova Corps roared with immense fury, charging at me as he lifted his axe high in the air.

Pulling out of the sobbing Kyrlorian- one of those pink-skinned faux-human xenos- with an audible schlurp, I raised my own mace in time to block his wild slash and delivered a dragonplate-covered punch rocketing at him- sending him sprawling onto the ground.

His white teeth clattered across the concrete floor of the arena as I immediately slid my wrist-thick member back into the Kyrlorian's deep pink and soaking wet quim- laughing cruelly as I did.

The crowd went wild at that- roaring in excitement and laughter.

At first, I had taken my time to toy with my opponents and play up to the crowds like a true gladiator. But once I taken to raping whatever female was on the team? It actually became quite enjoyable. Both for me and the crowds, definitely not for the ones facing me though.

After all, it was almost inevitable that they were the love interest of one of their teammates. Often, it was the plucky, roguishly handsome Han Solo/ Peter Quill wannabes that the Grandmaster seemed to have an endless number of stocked away for me to fight.

And they were an absolute hit with the audience.

The crowds of Sakaar loved it when the contenders went berserk with rage at seeing their girl claimed in front of them… only to watch them get batted aside like insects.

It was an extreme form of Schadenfreude- seeing people that you had nothing but contempt for get beaten down. After all, the Sakaarians were mostly treated as third-class citizens amongst the galaxy. So, for them to see people from places like the Nova Empire, the Kree Empire and the Sovereign get taken down a peg was supremely satisfying and entertaining to them.

Which is how I ended up in this tight little situation in the first place.

Thrusting away into the trembling xeno female's hot core with loud meaty slaps, I made sure to meet the eyes of her remaining three teammates- all male as they looked on with helpless disgust as I truly sexually satisfied their lone female teammate for the first time in her sad life.

And the Nova Corps didn't slack on their training, I'll give them that.

The woman fought like an alien version of Black Widow- a dizzying display of agility and flexibility designed to target the physiological weaknesses of the human body. Which did bugger all against someone like me as attested by the fact that she was now face down and ass up against me as my thick cock plundered her hot depths.

Her training and natural flexibility did wonders for her silky wet insides though- squeezing and milking my shaft for all it's worth- and I couldn't help but wonder if the Black Widows will feel something close to this. Definitely something to keep in mind for later.

For now, I made sure to maintain eye contact with the men in her team as the crowd chanted "Fight! Fight! Fight!" all around us- urging the female's teammates to fight me.

It had become a game for the crowd by now: Whether or not the opposing team would live long enough to see me fill up their female's vulnerable womb with my potent seed. No doubt there were even betting pools in place for it. If I recall correctly, from how my fights have been going lately, the odds should be fifty-fifty.

"Let her go!" one of her teammates finally shouted as he mustered up the balls to challenge me after seeing what happened to their leader who was still lying unconscious on the floor of the arena.

In response, I laughed loudly and cruelly as I began picking up the pace on the Kyrlorian female- earning a small whimper of pleasure as I pounded her tight little xeno femininity with my massive Dovahcock. The gripping smooth texture of her inner folds was all so human-like in how hot, wet and tight it was.

And the Nova Corps men could only grit their teeth in frustration- still wary as they were, but I was hoping that the rape of their teammate would push them to action.

It worked- all three Nova Corps males stepped forward.

"Raaagghhh!" The Nova Corps males roared as one as they charged me. Sword, axe and spear were held aloft and ready to do their best to kill me dead. Their furious howl was met with the crowd's own booming howl of excitement.

The first to reach me was the sword guy- a heroic looking guy with a posh hairstyle and a broad sword swinging in a wide, powerful arc. Unfortunately for him, the move was also incredibly telegraphed. Without even pulling out of the Kyrlorian's snatch, I met his sword hand with the head of my mace- destroying his wrist and sending his sword clattering harmlessly away.

A follow-up jab with the head of my mace to the forehead collapsed his skull into his brain- mercifully killing him as his dead body crumpled to the ground.

The next Nova corpsman to reach me after that was the axe guy- a large guy wielding a two-handed labrys axe. It gave him reach that I didn't have and I was forced to handle him differently.

Rising to my feet all while bouncing the Kyrlorian on my cock, I grabbed her by her red hair and pulled her up to my chest and used her as a human shield- flashing the corpsman a full frontal view of his teammate's naked neon pink-skinned body being furiously fucked by me.

With his teammate in the way (or he was just distracted by her bouncing neon pink breasts), it made him hesitate long enough for me to swing my mace in an upward swing- the heavy metal mace head catching him by the jaw with a horrid crack of breaking bones.

Standing at my full height of seven feet tall, I held the diminutive 5'4" tall Nova corpswoman with one hand and bounced her up and down my thick shaft- treating her like a convenient cocksleeve. I gripped my bloodied mace on the other hand as I approached the dazed and groaning Nova corpsman.

He looked pitiful with that mangled and profusely bleeding jaw of his.

I raised my gaze to the crowd as I switched hands- the hand holding the mace wrapping around the girl that I was fucking. With my other hand free, I gestured all around the crowds with a thumbs up, then tilted it into a thumbs down. Essentially, I was asking the crowds whether I should spare this contender for giving a good show or not.

It was all very Roman and very Gladiator.

Strangely enough, they didn't have this system before I arrived, but the Grandmaster and the crowds loved it. I didn't mind either way. But it usually meant that the women that I raped on the Arena floor were- more often than not- spared as they were the only ones I had bothered incapacitating before.

For this big guy lying on the ground though…

I watched as both the crowds and the Grandmaster all moved their thumbs down. Death it was then.

"P-please… No…" The Kyrlorian woman begged for her teammate's life as I held my mace high above my head.

And with a grunt, I simultaneously drove my cock as deep as it can go into her dripping wet cunt while also swinging my mace like a one-handed golf club. The heavy head of the mace impacted against the corpsman's temple and made his skull explode as if it was a watermelon that I had struck. Blood and brain matter wetly splattered in a macabre red cone across that part of the arena floor.

I turned to the last member of their team who had been frozen up in fear all this time. There was a good reason why I felt that I could safely ignore him all this time.

Barely out of his teens. Outwardly indistinguishable from human, could be Xandarian or a 'pink-skinned' Kree. A messy mop of brown hair. Glasses/goggles with a stick-thin build underneath his teal jumpsuit and black amoured vest. It seemed that he was the designated rookie nerd of the team when they were stranded and subsequently enslaved on Sakaar.

Compared to his fallen teammates who wielded swords and axes, this rookie was wielding a basic long spear which he had pointed at me- the long plastic shaft visibly swayed with his nervousness. He was holding it wrong too with how he held it at the butt- making it severely unwieldy.

It was painfully apparent that this Nova Corp team just wasn't used to fighting with melee weapons; their only equivalent to a melee specialist was currently busy holding in her moans from my pounding and coating my shaft with her juices.

So, for this nerdy rookie to have a chance?

I fully expected him to have some sort of clever plan like a typical underdog protagonist. Any moment now, he'd spring a plan that employed misdirection to leave me vulnerable so that he could save his teammate. I'd be moderately impressed by his cunning, and I'd actually consider leaving him alive.

But it seemed that such a thing wasn't meant to be as the bulge in his pants told a different story.

And that's when I realised that he wasn't the underdog protagonist of shounen- he was the protagonist of an NTR doujin. He was the guy that got turned on to see his love interest stolen from him and fucked right before his eyes.

I sighed.

My disappointment was immeasurable and my day was ruined.

I wanted to experience first hand what it's like to be in an underdog protagonist's bullshit action sequence, not watch this weaksauce NTR protagonist jizzed in his pants because watching his girl get fucked by another guy is his turn on.

I glanced down at the female that I was fucking- she very much just looked like a human whose entire body had been dipped in neon pink bodypaint. Her wavy brown hair fell down her shoulders. Of the women that I had raped on the Arena floor, she was on the lower end on the scale of attractiveness. She was fairly cute; and although she was no incredible beauty like Valkyrie or Sylvie, she was cute all the same.

However, I couldn't even Capture and sell her to the Company as she was a mob character- not mentioned or named in any of the MCU media. And therefore, worthless according to the policies of the Company.

Literally, her only worth to me now was how she was a warm wet hole. But to this rookie? She was his love interest or something of the sort.

And that gave me an idea on how to amuse myself.

Slipping my mace into it's leather clasp on my belt, I approached the rookie corpsman. I was completely unarmed aside from his naked teammate who I was still bouncing up and down my rock hard shaft. I wasn't worried, he had more chances of killing his teammate after all.

And just as the rusted spearhead was a few feet away from us, I lunged- my 7 foot-tall dragonplate-clad form surging forward with formidable speed. The rookie barely was even able to react before I had an iron-grip on his weapon and was yanking the spear out of his hands to the roars of excitement and raucous laughter of the crowds.

With a mighty thwump of displaced air, I brought his own weapon to bear down on him- hitting him with the shaft of the spear with enough force to bruise bones. He was able to withstand about three of those strikes before he was already curled up on the ground- groaning from the pain.

"I-I'm sorry, Bereet." He whispered- likely the girl's name or maybe the name of his sister. I can't imagine him having a girlfriend. Regardless, I stepped up to just beside where he lay on the ground.

Tossing the spear aside, the spear's loud clattering against the Arena floor convinced him to look up from his curled up position- just in time for me to give him a front row seat of me inseminating his girl's womb with my seed. My almost wrist-thick shaft throbbed and pulsed as I sent hot thick ropes of cum right into the back of her hot little xeno hole.

"I'm sorrryyyy~!" The Kyrlorian moaned out as she splattering her juices right onto her teammate's face. Her smooth neon pink body came from the sensation of being filled up with my cum- helped along by my fingers feverishly stroking her very human clitoris. The lure skill [Sticky Fingers] that I bought from the Company paid for itself as the supernatural qualities of my fingers had her shaking and bucking her hips.

And just as I shot the last spurt of cum into the deepest parts of her pussy, I slowed down, keeping her impaled on my cock as I leaned in close to her ear.

All around us, the crowd quieted down to a murmur as they wondered what I had in mind.

I would have preferred that they fight each other to death. Winner gets to have the crowd decide whether they live or die. The Sakaarians loved that. But as it stood right now? I'm pretty certain the rookie would lose to the freshly fucked Krylorian even if he tried with all his might. And I was still angry and disappointed at the rookie for being useless.

So instead, the girl will have to earn her freedom.

"Do you have a name, Krylorian?" My deep voice rumbled into her ear like a demon of yore- making her shiver in fear.

"B-bereet, sir." She answered in a small sob- her voice quiet and fearful.

"Bereet." I echoed back into her ear as if tasting her name before continuing with my generous proposition. "You see, Bereet. I've already decided that he dies here."

"B-bereet, it's- Guh!" the rookie decided to talk before my dragonplate boots met his jaw- knocking him flat on his back and some of his teeth clattering away.

"But I haven't decided what to do with you." I told her in an almost gentle tone of voice, "So perhaps I'll let you decide: Do you want to live or do you want to die with him on this rock?"

"I… I want to live, sir." She murmured back- frightened that it was a trick question. But I simply lifted her off my still hard cock and gently set her down on her own two feet. Her diminutive 5'4" frame shakily stood on her own two feet for the first time in about twenty minutes that I've been fucking her.

"Good girl…" I patted her head as I pushed the handle of my mace into her hand, "Here, I'll give you my mace. You can try and turn it on me, in which case, I'll kill you. Or… you can crush his balls- the same one that got off to you getting raped."

"Live or die, what will it be?"

And with a ragged hysterical cry, Bereet raised the mace over her head- the sheer weight of it almost too much for her before she brought it down right on the rookie's vulnerable manhood with a loud wet popping of flesh.

His scream of pain tore through his throat for just a second before Bereet brought down the mace once again- this time on his head. The sound skull cracking open rang out before soon being followed by the mace clattering to the floor. Still leaking my cum from her exposed body, she threw herself over the pulped corpse as she began to wail, high and sorrowful.

The crowd roared in equal parts applause, jeering and laughing. And everywhere I looked, their arms were raising thumbs up again and again.

"You did well, Bereet. You're going to live." I commented as I picked up my mace before walking to the gates that lead back to the Gladiator's Pit.

And with that, to absolutely no one's surprise, I am once again victorious. I reattached my dragonbone codpiece and waved magnanimously to the roaring crowd as they chanted my name repeatedly.

The adulation of the crowd was nice, but ultimately only a side objective. I was not yet the champion of the arena nor have I had the chance to fight them.

I looked high up the stadium to the Grandmaster's booth, and found Valkyrie gesticulating with one hand and a beer in her other. She seemed to be in an animated discussion with the Grandmaster. All according to plan, of course. Valkyrie has been pushing the Grandmaster to grant me a match with the champion who was possibly a mob character, possibly Beta Ray Bill.

Regardless of who I was facing, my victory was still assured.

In truth, even the championship was unneeded to take over Sakaar. My original plan of murdering the Grandmaster and declaring myself the new boss was always on the table, and I was tempted to enact it if Sylvie took any longer.

Time was running out after all.

The time until the first Company Contractor to come and try to defeat me was almost here- not even 72 hours before the rival Company Contractor arrived with their squad of godlike waifus. For comparison, I only had two waifus: Sylvie and Valkyrie. Neither of which were particularly powerful at the moment in the face of the literal Goddesses out there in fiction.

And it wouldn't even matter if I went out and Captured every valid target here in the MCU, the rival Contractor sent to kill me would only scale in power accordingly. I need an advantage outside waifus. I need Sakaar and millions of bodies to throw into the meat grinder.

Either the champion or the Grandmaster dies tomorrow, preferably both. I was going to make sure of it.

[The Gladiator's Pit]

And after a few fights, I'd have two hours or so to myself before the next set of sacrifices arrived for me.

And all of that scant free time I had, I spent sitting inside my own little shanty in the gladiators' pit. The other gladiators knew to give my impromptu home a wide berth- the rotting heads of those that disturbed me still displayed on sharpened bones outside my little leather tent that was made of their tanned hides and skin.

Fresh from another set of the usual rape and kill arena bouts, I sat down on my homemade stool made of some sorry contender's bones.

As for what I did inside the tent...

Crafting.

Alchemy, Smithing, Enchanting. The three skills in Skyrim that turned you from just a dragonborn to an unstoppable dragonborn god of war; and even here in the MCU, I was still capable of all three of them.

Breathing a sigh through my dragonplate helmet, I carefully set aside my freshly harvested alchemy ingredients to the side- the red cloth sack making a soft squelch. More Xandarian and Kree hearts and flesh were always welcome after all.

The arena bouts had become godsend so to speak- for more than just being a constant source of alchemical ingredients. The exciting rounds of killing and raping proved to be welcome, and wholly refreshing breaks between the long hours of R&D over trio of Crafting Skills that were Alchemy, Enchanting and Smithing.

But it was necessary.

And though, it no longer ran on video game logic where I could a nigh limitless amount of daggers so long as I had material. The potential for me to abuse this was incredible, because it instead ran on some sort of comic book logic instead.

Somehow, my 'knowledge' of all three skills carried over to this new life in the MCU.

I instinctively knew just how to grind bone down to powder to use as a reagent. I instinctively knew the steps required to turn a lump of iron ore into steel. I instinctively knew how to use Soul Energy to weave enchantments onto weapons, armour and jewelry.

How did that all work in a different universe? Oblivion knows how.

I was, by dint of comic book BS logic, a master enchanter/smith/alchemist and all the other relevant titles too. So far, it was a whole new galaxy's worth of possibilities.

And that's where the comic book logic steps in: I can 'research' advances in any of those skills.

Especially in the field of Alchemy where I had an entire galaxy of new flora and fauna to harvest and experiment with. So far, I had identified that I could make the all important health, stamina, and magicka potions from parts of some xeno races' various organs. And the knowledge was there for me to eventually pick and match alchemical effects that I wanted.

Smithing was the black sheep of the three skills- grounded more in quasi-science. And I needed more equipment than what I had here in this hovel to forge or improve gear. I will have to remember to furnish the future base with a smithy once I take over, if I wanted to experiment with the ability.

But of the three, Enchanting was the skill that I was able to 'research' the most. Enchantment was no longer instantaneous nor easy anymore; but in exchange, it had a much greater potential than how it was in Skyrim. This new Enchanting system outside of the Skyrim game allowed for effects that were never seen in the game before.

The most organic improvement to Enchantment that I could do now is that I could cut out the middleman and forget all about soul gems: I would simply sacrifice someone on the enchanting table- using their soul to power the enchantment. Which was very good as I only had the corrupted Black Star of Azura and a handful of soul gems carried over from my time in the game.

I'll need to properly thank her once I reach that height of power.

But there were other more tangible effects on my Enchanting.

Squeeze a third enchantment onto an item? I could do that right now. Enchanting a sword to release a gout of Flames like a staff would? It was the next item in the researchable 'tech tree'. Enchanting armour so that it has a mini-Ward spell weaved into? It was farther down the tech tree.

And with every item on that Enchanting tech tree that I unlocked, three more branches appeared from it: led to three more possible items. It looked like the potential for enchanting will never end. Like there will always be more to discover even if I were to dedicate decades of experimentation and research into it.

...If I survive that long at least.

Because by no means were those accomplishments cause for celebration or complacency.

All those unleashed abilities of Alchemy, Smithing and Enchanting combined won't be enough to stop Rival Contractors. The Company options that I had bought when I first started: [Fight for your Life], [Deathmatch] and [No Future]... They all ensured that the Rival Contractors who were coming will always be hostile, and they will always be more or less just as powerful as I and my waifus are.

Having the ability to research how to weave a third enchantment onto my equipment or how to brew a potion with six effects isn't going to achieve much when I'll be fighting the full strength of goddesses who were on the same level on the cosmic scale of power as the Daedric Princes.

Those hostile goddesses…

...I couldn't wait to tear them from their lofty seats of power and drag them down to the blood-stained mud where I'll claim them as my own.

And I was going to do that by developing a fourth skill: My [Dragon Heart] affinity.

I found that it was something that could be honed and trained. Like an element to master and control, one's chosen affinity was incredibly important- something that I overlooked until now.

The more esoteric and nebulous an affinity was, the longer it took to develop and fully master them. Decades were the absolute shortest to master 'simpler' affinities like my Proto-Adamantium, while vaguer affinities like 'Magic' or 'Imagination' took eons upon eons to develop.

It was the reason why I chose to go with a metal affinity rather than something like an 'Ultimate Power affinity': I was under a strict time limit where I was willing to sacrifice long-term potential for an early spike in power. [Dragon Heart] had made me into the Dragon of Proto-Adamantium. For good or for bad.

But that didn't mean that Proto-Adamantium was useless.

In fact, I found out about something very interesting about my chosen affinity: It did more than just make my hide into Proto-Adamantium or supercharge my Unrelenting Force Shout. But I did not know what- only that there was a soul-deep instinct telling that there was more to my chosen affinity if I simply looked for it.

My two meters tall dragonplate-clad form sat down cross legged as steadied my breathing.

Closing my blood red eyes, I held out my hands before me like I was pretending to hold a basketball to my chest. This had been something that I had been practicing- it seemed as instinctual to me as flying south for the winter was for birds.

I had been practicing this unknown skill ever since I had arrived at the Arena, and I had failed in every single one of my attempts. But I was the Aedra-damned Dovahkin, I was nothing but persistent. That skill was there- I simply needed more 'XP' before I could earn it.

Proto-Adamantium. The alloy born from the union of Adamantium, Vibranium and the mysterious third element. An eternally lustrous silvery metal. Nigh Indestructible with the power to absorb the same energies that would seek to destroy it.

It was then that a sort of deep understanding struck my mind- my very soul- as if I had found the meaning of life in my affinity of Proto-Adamantium. It was like I had been given a glimpse of true enlightenment that was almost as illuminating as post-nut clarity.

And it somehow worked.

Because right in the air between my hands, a metal needle appeared from thin air before falling to the floor with a soft clink. With curious red eyes, I raised the sewing needle up close to inspect it better. The lustrous mirror sheen polish was free of visible tarnish and deformity.

I looked at it in awe and wonder shining in my red eyes.

But for its part, the Proto-Adamantium sewing needle simply gleamed innocently under the light.

An hour after my incredible discovery, footsteps approached my hovel- familiar footsteps.

"Knock knock, big boy!" Valkyrie called out as she swaggered right into my little macabre hovel- interrupting my musings. Her toned chocolate frame leaned against the bone frame of my hovel- garbed as she was in her usual black-leather mercenary outfit.

"Valkyrie, glad that you could make it." My deep voice rumbled like granite as I greeted her. "Did you bring what I asked?"

"Yup, here you go." She chirped as she handed me the duffel bag that was over her shoulder- the contents clattering like a stack of cooking pans as I placed it down on the patch of floor in front of me.

With a smooth motion, I unzipped the duffel bag and found the polished metal of Valkyrie's standard-issue valkyrie armour staring back at me. Gray leathers and golden metal plating in select areas.

I recalled that I had promised to enchant Valkyrie's armour as well. Magical resistance, Fortify Health Regen, and Fortify Armor Rating should prove to be enough of a reassurance for her. It's a good enough upgrade that I'm certain that Hela will find it a challenge using her magically-conjured necroblades against Valkyrie who will be wearing this armour.

Maybe an enchantment that allowed me to track her is in order too, but I think I'll leave it off for much later- it wasn't that big of a priority.

Seeing the tight-fitting gray-and-gold armour, I glanced at the girl who wore it and I growled lowly as I realised that I hadn't enjoyed her tight Asgardian body for two whole days. After Sakaar is mine, I'll need to enjoy her thoroughly again after I claim Sylvie.

But for now, I went back to rummaging into the duffel bag to retrieve a smaller black cotton bag lay inside with her armour, and inside there was jewelry that anyone else would have assumed were made of steel, but I knew better.

"Do you know how much Uru jewelry costs on the black market? We're down two million Units now just from that bag alone." Valkyrie asked rhetorically from where she was resting, shaking her head in disapproval.

Uru. It was the same metal that made up Thor's hammer. A metal forged from the fiery heart of a dying star. Incredibly magically reactive as if the metal was all too eager to hold magical enchantment. They will make for great research progress.

I fished out an Uru ring and held it between my fingers as I appraised the quality of the ring. Flawless craftsmanship, as expected of the Dwarves of Nidavellir. I was half expecting them to have only sold exclusively to Asgard, but apparently, they were not averse to selling them to collectors.

"Perfect. I'll see what enchantments I could imbue into these later- I still need to find 'volunteers.' " I assured her and placed the bag of rings into my pocket dimension- the bag simply disappearing into thin air like a popped bubble before I levelled a flat stare at her.

"Also, we might be two million down, but how much have I won you two from the betting pools?" I countered with a rumble before turning back to my current Enchanting-research work: the Black Star of Azura and a plain metal dagger with the exotic enchantment of returning to one's hand when thrown.

Soon, Mjolnir. Soon.

"Point. You've definitely paid for your expenses." Valkyrie conceded with a toothy grin of straight white teeth. "Never been richer my entire life. Also, you wouldn't happen to have more of those drinkable stims? I'm feeling a bit run down."

I casually tossed her a stamina potion that I made from locally-sourced ingredients (read: my enemies). Deftly, she caught the glass flask and chugged it down in one go before tossing it back to me. Of all the things that I had difficult crafting, it was the glass flasks that they came in.

"Ah, that hits the spot…" She commented, drinking in the feeling of being rejuvenated in health and stamina thanks to the potion.

"I still can't believe how you seem to have so much skill across so many fields. The fact that you can fight like a warrior and like a sorcerer, you don't see that too often already. Making 'magical potions' like these too as well- you could charge a fortune for those. We could have used your talents back in Asgard..." Valkyrie's soft voice trailed off in a melancholy tone.

I said nothing, still focused as I was manipulating the soul energy in the dagger. Swirling smoke-like lights of purple and white- akin to those when you Conjure Atronarchs- spun from the enchanting slab as glitter within the Black Star of Azura dimmed to nothing.

"But that… something like that is reserved for people like Odin…" Valkyrie couldn't help but comment in awe, "Imbuing magic into metal to create magical artifacts is the stuff of legends… "

I turned to her as I held my prize aloft in one dragonbone-armoured hand- admiring the metal dagger under the light of the Gladiator's Pit.

"I am the stuff of legends.. and so will our enemies. Their thousands of years of life and the thousands more they would have lived will be reduced to a red smear on my mace." I solemnly promised- a deep voice just holding the slightest bit of bloodthirst.

Valkyrie immediately froze at those words. A deep dread and a primal fear that consumed her features. Her mouth hung open slightly as her brown eyes gazed into the distance.

"Valkyrie?" My deep voice called out to her as I stood up from my seat on the floor. Her breathing became shallow as she began to mutter to herself.

"Brunnhilde?" I tried again, calling out her real name.

"Fuck… this is going to be just like Hela all over again, isn't it?" She whispered- her eyes shifting as if her memories were played out right before her eyes. The Cure Poison effect must have made her sober, and now she was having an attack.

"Oh, fuck… I can't go through this again! We're going to- You're going to- OH FUCK!"

She drew her sword with a rasp of Asgardian steel leaving its leather sheath. I immediately surged forward- my larger dragonbone-covered hand clasped around her smaller ones in a grip that not even her Asgardian physiology could overpower. Her wild eyes flicked to me- wide and panicked.

"LET ME GO! WE CAN'T WIN THIS, HEV! COME ON, WE'LL JUST FLY FAR AWAY FROM THIS PLANET!"

"We will win, Brunnhilde." I immediately responded as I firmly held her by her shoulder, "Our victory will be swift. And I fully intend to fight in the thick of it rather than hide behind my valkyrie. Instead, I'll entrust our flanks to you."

"We're going to win this, Brunnhilde; and we're all going to make it in the end."

At those words, her brown eyes were tempered with courage at that- gaining a razor sharp focus standing up straighter- her wild thrashing against my hold stopped and I slowly let her go.

And to my approval, her steady hands sheathed her blade.

Not that it mattered what I said: I could have sang her the alphabet and it would have had the same effect. The magic literally came from the Skyrim spell [Courage] that I cast when I touched her shoulder. It should last for a few hours- ensuring that she'll feel invincible all the while.

But somehow… As she took a deep, steadying breath before her brown eyes looked up to meet my blood red ones through my dragonplate helmet, I felt that I was wrong about that.

"Yes." Brunnhilde said in a tone of voice that I've never heard of her before- completely steady and serious, "If it's you, Hevnokren, then I can believe that. I feel better than I had in centuries."

She gave another deep breath, steady and calm, as she stood tall for the first time in centuries. Her long raven-black hair flowing down past her shoulders as she settled in a stance- a relic from her past- a stance that all but said aloud 'Take the entire world from underneath me and I will still stand firm.'

I was wrong. The spell didn't make her feel invincible, it only removed the only obstacle that kept her from feeling that by default.

And it was this that reminded me that despite having been a drunken slaver for the better part of a thousand years, Brunnhilde was still a valkyrie, One of the best that Asgard had to offer. Before her fall, she was the commander of the valkyrie, and one doesn't attain that position without sufficient valour.

But I recalled that she was more than just that...

For before me stood a scarred veteran of entire centuries of endless war. Before me stood a venerable soldier with a mountain of slain enemies to her name. Before me stood a warrior that had marched across the other Eight Realms and drenched their soil with the blood of their inhabitants. Before me stood a Valkyrie from the bloodiest and most violent days of the Asgardian Empire.

Before me stood Brunnhilde, Hersir-Commander of the Valkyries, the blood-stained sword of Odin's great war.

"I cast the spell of [Courage] on you, it should last for about 4 hours." I explained honestly to her- letting her know that the bravery and steadfastness that she was feeling was artificially imparted to her. That it was not due to her own strength of will that allowed herself to carry herself as she did now, but because of a spell.

Brutal, unapologetic honesty- it was my way of showing my respect for this beautiful creature of war and violence.

"I understand. I'll make the most of these 4 hours that I have. Sylvie assigned me to sabotage a stubborn guild merchant's operations- Leave only one survivor to tell the tale." She replied with surprising calmness, taking her own weakness in stride before glancing over to her armour- the grey and gold armour still laying in the duffel bag where I left it.

"So, Hev, when do you think you'll have my armour ready?" She gave me an eager, bloodthirsty smile, "In this line of work, I'm too vulnerable without it- I can hardly believe I lasted this long without wearing it, out of something as sentiment of all reasons."

"I'll have your armour ready by…" I began, and just as I was about to tell her my earlier intent of holding it off till later, I glanced back with her to the gray and gold of the Valkyrie's armour, and it was at that sight that I had an epiphany.

One day, I'll return her to this former glory of hers, so that she could once again stand tall and proud. I'll pick up the pieces and restore this implacable engine of war that Odin had left in the wayside, forgotten. I'll reawaken Brunnhilde, Hersir-Commander of the Valkyries, so that she could pillage and burn through worlds once again like in the glorious days of her past.

"...tomorrow noon." I finally told her as I broke into a smile, "I'll have your armour ready by tomorrow noon. So, remember to stop by to pick it up."

And before she could respond, my large dragonbone-clad hands reached up to take off my helmet. Letting the helm rest in my hand, I gently cupped her chin with my other hand as I leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss, slow and deep. It went on for a minute as I pressed her closer to the Dragonplate before finally pulling away from the kiss.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow to pick up my armour." She muttered in a warm tone, her molten chocolate brown eyes looked up at me as she smiled playfully.

"See you around, big guy."

And with that, Brunnhilde's black-leather clad frame swept past me, pushed past my door and marched off.

No doubt, she was double timing it to her ship so that she could make the most of her four hours of feeling like the woman she once was- leaving me alone in my leather hovel with a raging hard on for all things Valkyrie and about two more hours before my next Arena bout.

Fuck.

- Chapter 3 End -

Chapter 4: A Galaxy on the Precipice scheduled for posting on Friday

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AN:

This chapter was a bit less interesting to write. The latter half was all sitting down and researching or experimenting with Crafting skills. It's the type of fic-trope that I wanted to avoid- where the MC is just sitting down and experimenting chapter after chapter. But they're a big part of the gameplay in Skyrim, so I couldn't just ignore it. I really feel for Hev.

Valkyrie PTSD… that part that I wrote felt sooo edgy and cringe. But it was really integral to her character. And as much as I want to, I am not an expert on the subject- so the most I can do is treat it with some measure of respect. Also, it was in character for Hev to respect a centuries old veteran of endless war. So, everyone wins?

I hope I gave MCU Valkyrie the characterization and respect that Marvel neglected to give her. Definitely more to come when Valkyrie, Sylvie and Hev all roll up to Asgard to attend Thor's attempted coronation. Fun times ahead.

Crafting Skills… Do you know how hard it is to write a Dragonborn fic without touching the Crafting System? I honestly tried, but I really felt that the info-dumpy section was necessary.

I don't have a comprehensive 'tech tree' to be honest. And yet, I don't want the Crafting Skills to be a sort of Deus Ex Machina where Hev can just pull out a Potion/Enchanted Ring that's coincidentally tailored to precisely address the problem in front of him like he's Dora the Explorer with her backpack.

Upload schedule… For those asking how I have a steady one. Yes, I do indeed have a stack of finished chapters that I sit on. I'm actually ahead by a couple of chapters everytime I upload.

It grants a reassuring wiggle room that such a stack provides- knowing that even If I encounter a writer's block, I have enough chapters to sustain for a two weeks or so. If I exceed a certain amount of sitting chapters, I'll post a surprise chapter.

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