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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 11

Chapter 11: Crashing the Thunder God's Coronation

[Asgard]

Heimdall stood watch- helpless as Asgard burned right before his eyes.

It had been a simple thing.

Thor, the impetuous and headstrong man that he was, had charged into Jotunheim. That much, most people had expected of their imminent king-to-be. And even Heimdall was curious as to how the Frost Giants had slipped not only his watch, but had snuck into the most secure portions of Asgard. With the recently returned Brunnhilde in the young prince's entourage, Heimdall did not fear any harm could ever come to Thor. But as it happened, it was not Thor that he should have been concerned for.

Heimdall trusted that his king had raised Thor correctly. So, imagine his surprise when Thor decapitated Laufey, King of the Frost Giants… with his hammer.

The young prince barely glanced at him as he returned with Laufey's head swinging in his hand. Brunnhilde followed behind, her loyalties clear as they both walked to the palace- parading the severed head of Laufey for all to see. Most cheered for such a victory, some did not. But what Heimdall did see and hear was how despite the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf having almost 200 people in attendance at that moment, it was still as silent as a grave save for one sound: the meaty thud of Laufey's dismembered head being tossed at the foot of Odin's throne.

"Thor… what have you done?" Odin whispered as his lone eye took in the sight, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, YOU IDIOT CHILD!?"

"What had to be done!" the young prince roared back fearlessly to his father, "What you should have done!"

Words turned to shouts, shouts turned to blows, blows turned to… civil war. It had gotten so bad that Loki stood as a voice of reason amongst them. Not that the younger prince of Asgard could prevent the violence from escalating.

That was… a scant hour ago now.

Now, the shining city of Asgard was burning around them as they stared each other down. Smoke choked the sky, explosions occasionally rocked the city and massive fires raged across the building. The clash of battle echoed across the once peaceful city that had been celebrating their crown prince's ascension into kingship mere hours ago. Suffice to say, things had only turned for the worse since then. Asgardians fell on each other and spilled their brethren's blood on the streets of their own homeland.

Ironically, the violent Sakaarians, as led by the Governess Sylvie, have been the only reason why Asgardian deaths had not been even worse- the Sakaarian ships carrying a steady stream of relief supplies for those suffering from the civil war. It was more than what the rest of the Nine Realms sent. Nothing but empty platitudes, smug barbs and poisoned gifts.

And this was all while Heimdall's king and crown prince were caught in a bitter struggle against each other.

As for Heimdall, himself…

He was paralyzed by a myriad of conflicting feelings and duties that left him unable to act without breaking half a dozen sworn oaths… all he could do was watch as the home he swore to protect tore itself to pieces and wonder…

How and where did everything go wrong for Asgard?

[Sakaar, The Grandmaster's Tower] (12 Hours Earlier)

"Keep sucking, you two." my deep voice rumbled as I directed both Sylvie's and Brunnhilde's mouth to press closer to my massive shaft.

My seven-foot-tall form encased in Dragonplate armour just relaxing on the throne from which I ruled Sakaar whenever Sylvie was otherwise indisposed. Like right now with my cock in her tight wet mouth. Kneeling down in front of where I was seated, both of them were completely stripped of any stitch of clothing as they serviced my shaft. And damn, if it wasn't a good feeling to have my two favourite cumdumps back in my possession again: The lithe Norse goddess of mischief with her dyed blonde hair and twinkling blue-green eyes, and the toned Asgardian Valkyrie commander with the creamy chocolate skin and earthy brown eyes.

"Hev, how did you- urghk!" Sylvie was interrupted by my hand gently pushing her mouth to deepthroat me while the chocolate Asgardian valkyrie was obediently keeping her mouth shut as she was lavishing the base of my shaft with wet licks.

"How did I revive the two of you after you managed to somehow reduce yourselves into atoms?" I drawled in a lazy tone, earning a hesitant nod from the two of them. To which my blood red eyes only narrowed as I responded, "Do a good job and I might feel like telling you."

Pouting, they at least did as they were told. Moving their mouths and tongue up and down my cock as they each tentatively played with themselves with their fingers. The slight wet sliding sounds that their fingers made as they dragged across their increasingly slick pussies made for excellent background noise, while the sensation of cool air alternating with the hot breath of two very fine ladies was a pleasant experience.

Then a woman in black trench coat walked in through one of the side doors, took one look at me getting my dick serviced by these two and sighed in exasperation.

"Is this truly necessary?" Johanna, formerly the Red Skull and looking every bit as Samus Aran's evil twin sister, questioned as she looked up from the holographic interface on her wrist. To which, I could only level a challenging stare at her.

"I deem it necessary." I firmly responded, meeting her eyes, "So either get off my back about it or you can take their place."

Her blue eyes flickered down to my erection that was currently glistening with the saliva of my two Asgardian waifus, and I didn't miss how her gaze seemed to linger for just a fraction of a second longer than necessary. No doubt, it was the constant effect of the brand that I had bit into her shoulder. And for a second, I thought she was going to take up the offer, but Johanna merely drew her pink lips into a tight line.

"Very well." She sighed in capitulation, "I have my report on the current state of Sakaar's defences and general infrastructure."

I raised a dragon plated hand to gesture her to approach and continue her report.

"Allow me to start with the static defences around the capital city." She began scrolling through her holographic wrist-display, "As per your order, we have prioritised and erected energy shield generators for the city of Sakaar- this city can now weather sustained heavy orbital bombardment for several hours before they fail. However, due to a Vibranium shortage, other settlement's energy shield generators are currently under construction, and should not take more than two months before all Sakaarian settlements have at least one."

The last bit of the report was no doubt directed at me, because I was the only source of Vibranium on this rock, and I could only materialise so much Vibranium at a time. Regardless, I gave with a satisfied nod over the state of the shield generators just as Brunnhilde backed up her big chocolate booty against me and sank her pussy all the way down to the hilt in one hypnotic slam of her round ass.

"That is good." I replied in a simple calm tone- as if I didn't have a Valkyrie fucking herself onto my shaft, "because we're expecting a retaliatory attack from either the Nova Empire or the Kree's Confederacy allies within the month, and with them, a weather forecast of heavy plasma raining from the sky. How are our anti-aircraft defences?"

Johanna scrolled through her wrist-mounted holographic interface- ignoring the way the sound of hot wet Asgardian pussy was getting stirred up with my large cock. Brunnhilde's nectar splattering all over Sylvie's cute face and flushed B-cups.

"The first of the Flaktürme- the anti-aircraft fortress towers- will be operational in two days' time." She began her report, "With four twin 120mm Tesseract-energy cannons, and eight quadruple 20mm Tesseract-energy cannons, we expect its host of TE cannons to be able to shred through entire fleets of ships below battlecruiser tonnage. However, that this is only for targets within the lower atmosphere, none of the cannons on the tower have ground-to-space capabilities. Also, finally, I'd remind you how expensive it was manpower-wise to rush build even one as almost 2,000 workers were… expended in the construction of this first tower."

"Just call them slaves." My voice rumbled as I berated her. "Don't hide our power and dominance behind pretty words. They were weak, and we were strong. And they chose the wrong side… But yes, I'll keep that in mind whenever we have larger projects, however we'll always have more slaves. How is the status of the fleet?"

To which, the former Red Skull could only click her tongue in trepidation- a sound that was almost lost as Brunnhilde's hot pussy squeezed down tight around my shaft and let out a long, drawn out moan.

"2,837 Fightercraft, 61 Corvettes, 36 Destroyers, and Klee's orbital-bombardment cruiser, the Floaty Boaty." She began her report, "Of the ships that I've listed only 40% have been upgraded with Tesseract-technology. Shields, reactors, thrusters and weapons. But even with the upgrades, we are still outnumbered by a factor of several hundred. Given what we know of the Kree Empire fleet, the entire Sakaarian fleet would not be able to fight even the smallest of the Kree battlegroups without your direct involvement in the battlefield."

"And that doesn't bother me. Riding at the vanguard of my soon-to-be Dread Armada is precisely what I want." I replied with an eager, bloodthirsty grin. "Raping, killing and pillaging across on an entire universe…"

Brunnhilde's moan reached as crescendo as silky wet inner walls clamped down tight around my thick shaft. And with a grunt, I reached my climax as well- flooding my first waifu's insides with hot seed. Suffice to say, I missed the hot, wet gripping that her toned body supplied. Lifting her off my cock, I placed her back on her knees to help Sylvie with the clean up- who will simply need to wait her turn.

"Have you started on the construction of your new Walküre Battlecruiser?" I questioned the evil-looking Samus aran look-alike who had just been watching. And uncharacteristically, there was a minute delay before she seemed to come to hersense.

"Naturally," She answered with an smile of relish- as if she was eager to flaunt her accomplishment, "But even with our endless slaves, bottomless coffers and magic, it will take a few months at least…."

With a few presses to her holographic wrist-display, she expanded the holographic display to take up almost the entire room- an image of her planned Battlecruiser to be displayed on the wide screen.

"...But I can assure you that it will be very effective at what it does." She finished with a vicious smile as I looked over the design of her Walküre Battlecruiser.

Another flying wing, but able to traverse space. Black as night and powered with an ambitiously large Tesseract-Energy reactor. It was no doubt a callback to the original Walküre that she built in the Captain America movie. But this was much, much bigger- almost spanning an entire kilometre across from wingtip to wingtip. The technical information was listed there as well. It was a ship that had all the raw destructive firepower of battleships while retaining the speed of a cruiser.

The Kree and the Nova Empires were going to have a bad day soon. But something caught my eye on the holographic display.

"I'm glad that you're making friends with the rest of HYDRA." I chortled in amusement pointing at the entry on the Walküre where Klee's 'Super Jumpty-Dumpty' bomb was listed as one of its armaments.

"Klee insisted that I include at least two," Joanna openly admitted with only the hint of embarrassment, "and I can not deny their destructive power. Consequently, after I had notified the others on the new HYDRA about the construction of my Walküre. They spoke of their desire to have their own custom ships built to their specifications."

"Inform everyone who wants a ship to wait for now," I ordered, "I'm on the verge of a breakthrough in my material sciences that should help with that. Speaking of which, it's just about that time of 2010 now… Brunnhilde, Sylvie, get dressed."

Without warning, I rose up from the chair to my full height- reattaching my codpiece much to the surprise of the two naked Asgardians who I helped to their feet so that they could grab their clothes.

"What do you have planned?" Sylvie curiously asked- stepping into her panties as I slid my arms over hers and Johanna's shoulders, glancing between them and cupping their chests- placing a hand over Sylvie's bare B's and Johanna's leather clad D's.

"Dress to impress, Ladies." I grinned at them- giving their breasts a squeeze, earning a squeak from both of them, "Because we're going to Asgard."

It was time to truly start conquering the MCU. All this time I had been playing around the playground that was the Andromeda galaxy- the setting for Guardians of the Galaxy. I had never come close to the main movies of the MCU, until now.

Asgard was just going to be the start of a long list of conquered realms.

[Asgard]

Brunnhilde, Sylvie, Johanna, and myself all stepped onto the Rainbow bridge. A soft clinking sound echoing as our shoes touched the surface made it seem like it was composed of glass. And immediately, a toothy grin broke out of Brunnhilde's face as we were greeted by our welcoming party.

"It was said that only a Valkyrie of Odin held the knowledge of flying to Asgard without the use of Bifrost."

Still in that golden armour and wielding the Bifrost sword, Hofund. What looked to be Idris Elba's larger and even more photogenic older brother greeted us as our entourage finished disembarking from the ship.

"And it was also said amongst the Valkyries that Heimdall has the strongest bladder in all the Nine Realms to be able to hold his post for days at a time." Brunnhilde retorted and the guardian of the Bifrost also matched her grin.

"So, it truly is you… Hersir-Commander Brunnhilde." Heimdall spoke her name with an odd wistfully nostalgic tone, "I never thought you would be alive… or ever return if you did."

And I'll admit, this was very interesting. It was one thing to hear Brunnhilde introduce herself as the former commander of the Valkyries, and it was another thing entirely to hear a high-ranking Asgardian like Heimdall actually acknowledge it. Not that I didn't believe her, it merely amused me to no end knowing that I had been having such a high-ranking Asgardian acting as my cumdump this whole time.

"The loss of my sisters in that battle against Hela was my lowest point." Brunnhilde shamefully admitted- unable to meet Heimdall's eyes, and if she did, she would have seen them shine with his sympathies.

"You and your sisters fought valiantly, Brunnhilde… Asgard mourned the loss of its Valkyries for many years." He tried to comfort her.

"Did they really?" Brunnhilde bitterly doubted- a dark look in her eyes, "Or did they raise a toast to the demise of Asgard's 'rabid dogs' as they had called us?"

"Odin had… embellished the tale of the Valkyries." Heimdall divulged to her- choosing his words carefully, "Your sisters live on in the hearts of the Asgardian people as the noblest of heroes, defenders of Asgard, a shining example that other warriors should aspire to emulate. Especially in times of peace."

"Peace? We were Valkyries." She emphasized, "We knew no peace apart from momentary truces. Do our people not remember the triumphs the Valkyries had made in war?"

"Very few. Odin has ordered our history to be more… palatable to the ears of the youth." Heimdall informed her- a hint of uncomfortableness in his steady voice as Brunnhilde's expression turned into one of cold fury.

"I must speak with Odin this." She forced out through gritted teeth, "I may not be in his service anymore, but this does not sit right with me."

"You can do that later." My deep voice made myself known to the two Asgardians catching up on old times. I strode towards them- stopping right beside Brunnhilde and I was pleased to see that I was more or less just as tall as the legendary Heimdall himself.

"Hevnokren, Dragon of Conquest." I introduced myself- blood red eyes narrowing through the slits of my helmet to look straight into Heimdall's eyes as I grabbed Valkyrie's ass, "Brunnhilde's new master."

A not-so-subtle elbow from Sylvie reminded me that I forgot to tack on the important part.

"And Warlord of the planet Sakaar. And for once, I come in peace." I added before jabbing my thumb at the slaves that were unloading wine casks from the ship behind us, "I even brought gifts!"

Heimdall ignored the slaves and simply glanced at my arm that was fondling Brunnhilde's rear. His grip on the Hofund sword tightened almost imperceptibly.

"How curious. Somehow, your approach to Asgard was hidden from my eyes and ears." He finally answered in a level tone.

I gave a careless shrug- not about to bother explaining it to him, but a pat on my arm got my attention.

"Hev, explain… this." Johanna muttered, sounding bewildered, maybe even a little frightened as she gestured to both Heimdall and Brunnhilde. She had passed off Valkyrie as an imposter, but once we arrived on Asgard and Heimdall recognized her? All bets were off.

Johanna was a big fan of Norse Mythology after all- a big reason why she ended up as the Red Skull and came across the Tesseract in the first place. People did say that you should never meet your heroes, and both Heimdall and Brunnhilde- suffice to say- were not what she expected them to be. It was well worth bringing her along just to see her freak out over it.

"I beg your pardon?" Heimdall muttered- his cluelessness only adding to my amusement.

"There is a very good and simple reason for it." I explained to the gobsmacked Johanna as I tried and failed to hide my amusement at her reaction, "One that I suspect you would not be able to handle."

Johanna furrowed her brows in equal parts confusion and interest.

"Try me." she prompted- crossing over her DD-cups clad in her tight black leather coat.

"Later. If I feel like it." I deflected- earning an actual pout from the former Hydra leader before I turned my eyes back on Heimdall with a question for him. "Did we arrive on time for the coronation?"

"You can certainly claim that you are… Prince Thor's coronation is to be held tomorrow noon." Heimdall calmly informed us. "And despite your arrival being unannounced, allow me to say that 'Asgard welcomes you…' especially you Brunnhilde."

And though Heimdall wore no visible emotion on his face- just the faintest hint of warmth was evident in his voice.

"Our thanks, Heimdall." The valkyrie replied with a small smile as we began walking down the rainbow bridge and to the city proper. A long line of Kree slaves hauling the wine casks trailing behind us as we did.

The glittering city of Asgard was truly a sight to see- a fantastical city that mixed graceful stone architecture with the lustrous gold-like alloy to make for some seriously aesthetic architecture. A city-wide festival was being held as well- likely for Thor's coronation. Streamers criss-crossed over the roads, crowds of Asgardian citizens were strolling up and down the streets with big smiles on their faces, and the shops and buildings had colourful signs out front peddling their promos and deals for the occasion like any mortal city on earth would.

"And this is where we go our separate ways." I informed the others as I pulled out my Company Smartphone to check.

"Is there something else that needs to be done?" Johanna probed- likely concerned about HYDRA and all our projects that she had left behind.

== ] C [ ==

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: Triple the population and economic production of Sakaar within the next 5 years.

Sub-Objective #3: ?

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

[?] Sub Reward #1: 40 Credits

Sub Reward #2: 200 Credits

Sub Reward #3: ?

Mission Reward: 1 T11 Ticket

== ] C [ ==

Time remaining off Sakaar before mission failure:

19 HOURS, 40 MINUTES, 12 SECONDS.

== ] C [ ==

"I'm a busy man. Planets to pillage, populations to enslave, fresh slaves to rape." My deep voice rumbled to the others as I pocketed the Company Phone. "Looks like at least one of you is going to be staying here in the meantime."

"I volunteer." Johanna immediately requested- tearing her eyes away from the sights that Asgard had to offer. "It is not often that someone with an appreciation for Norse mythology such as myself has a chance to actually tour Asgard."

"I have some sight-seeing to do here too." Sylvie piped up as well with a too-innocent tone of voice as she siddled up next to the HYDRA leader, "So, I'll just tag along with Johanna here."

My blood red eyes glanced at their weapons- the TE Luger pistol that hung beside Johanna's hip to the Staff of Magnus which Sylvie held that had thankfully been recovered thanks to Company Skill [Warranty Plan]. Then my eyes moved to their hands where they wore my personally-enchanted Uru rings. Magic Resistance to resist hostile magicks, Health and Stamina Regen.

I gave them a nod. They should be safe from any Frost Giant mishaps that may happen.

"Go ahead, but contact me at the first sign of trouble." I instructed them as I gestured for everyone to get moving. "And try to avoid getting caught in any of Loki's mischief- let him crash and burn on his own."

"What's that supposed to mean? Lokis are not that inept!" Sylvie (a.k.a. female Loki) protested- her blue-green eyes narrowing at me and her soft voice lowering to a whisper. "…Am I?"

And once again, I felt vindicated in knowing that it was the right move to keep them in the dark in terms of my knowledge of the MCU. Less chance of leaks and it was also terribly amusing as well. Sylvie was still in the dark about the details of Loki's takeover attempt. They all were. Which was all well and good, because my plan for Asgard will be easier for me if the events of Thor continued as scheduled- especially his banishment and Loki's rise to the Asgardian throne.

"For the most part, no." I admitted that much- raising Sylvie's hopes before I continued and dashed them into a million pieces, "It's only when things approach a critical time in your schemes that you and your counterparts start being hilariously incompetent."

Sylvie didn't appreciate that comment- mostly because it was painfully true.

"I'll prove you wrong, Hev!" She hollered back at me as she stomped off down the streets of Asgard to find the local Loki and tail him. Johanna- who Sylvie was supposed to give a tour to- already left forgotten. But that wasn't the most important thing: Two Lokis interacting- nothing wrong could possibly go wrong with that. She's likely going to do her best to help him succeed… and achieve the opposite. I can work with that.

"And what will you be doing, Hev?" Brunnhilde asked- glancing at me.

"Apart from the usual raiding and razing of a Nova or Kree Empire world?" My deep voice chuckled with malice, "I have to check in with an experiment I've been running somewhere close by… relatively speaking, that is."

And with those words hanging in the Asgardian air, I teleported away in a brief flash of blue light. The seeds for earth's invasion were already in motion. I just needed to go over there and water it regularly until they sprouted into glorious chaos and anarchy- paving the way for my eventual victory march.

S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't just going to see me coming. No, they're also going to welcome me with open arms.

[New York City, Earth] (A few hours later)

"And less than a month since Mr. Stark has issued his statement that everyone else were 10-20 years away from developing their own version of Iron Man suits, however he was proven wrong when he was attacked by a whip-wielding maniac powered by a working copy of his Arc technology. The question remains now: In light of recent events, will Mr. Stark share his Iron Man technology with the US- "

Wearily, Mercy (or Angela Ziegler as she was called in this world) switched off the TV and its depressing news.

"Thank you for the hard work today, everyone." She gave a grateful smile at the front desk team who were already packed up and ready to call it a day. Angela almost envied them- almost. But she still had a lot to do.

"Be sure to catch some sleep, boss!" They gently reminded her as they waved goodbye and walked out in the still chilly New York spring weather. And as the glass door of the clinic slammed shut behind them, then, and only then did Angela allow herself to give a deep exhale.

Running an underground clinic in the underbelly of New York was tiring. Almost as tiring as being in Overwatch. Even if she had just started working the past few days. But it was much better than the first night she had lived in this universe.

Angela recalled it vividly. The same night when she had to watch that young boy- Aether- explode into bloody chunks from some hidden voice-activated weapon that Hevnokren wielded. Herself lying on the ground covered in warm blood and torn entrails- threatened into inaction under pain of death.

'Now what to do with you…?' Hevnokren had mused, still dripping wet from the Aether's blood- dragged her into that Dragon mech and into a cell, and Angela had thought it was all over. She had tried to hold on to her dignity as she asked to be spared, well, as dignified one could be when begging for one's life. And blood-handed murderer only looked at her oddly before… before Angela's memory started to become hazy. But one last question did linger in her mind.

'Such a bundle of contradicting desires… What do you truly want, Angela Ziegler?'

And next thing Angela knew, she woke up in a grimy alleyway in New York City with nothing but regular clothes on her back and her Mercy equipment in a duffel bag. She had immediately checked herself then, and found herself to have been perfectly healthy- not even a single mark on her body. She had surmised that Hevnokren may have been a bit more merciful than she had first thought. She could only hope that the others like Zhongli had been spared as well.

Being trapped in a strange city in a different dimension whilst having no identity, history nor money would have been challenging, but thankfully, a good samaritan had come across her.

"The others are right, you know? Get some sleep, Angela." A smug, teasing voice told her as Angela felt a hand being placed on her shoulder and giving her a reassuring squeeze.

"But I have things to do." Angela sighed as she glanced behind her to see her first friend on this earth smiling at her: Dr. Lucifina Zee.

The good doctor had fortuitously passed by the alley that Angela found herself in, and immediately treated her to lunch out of pity- an offer that Angela readily took. And by the time the lunch hour was over, Angela found herself swept up in a whirlwind friendship with Dr. Zee who she had found looked eye-to-eye with her on a lot of things.

A fellow Swiss doctor who had only recently arrived in New York as well to buy out a failing practice and turn it into a non-profit medical charity organisation. Dr. Zee offered Angela a clinic to work in, an 'internship' to help with the clinic, and even a meagre apartment just above the clinic. With nowhere else to go, Angela readily accepted the offer and set out to do the only thing she knew- treat the injured and cure the sick.

"Uh uh uh~ Meine schnucki…" Dr. Zee tutted with a smug grin and a playful wink, "You have to rest. Doctor's orders. Also, you do owe me. So do this much for me, okay?"

Dr. Zee was also almost everything Angela chose not to be- couldn't allow herself to be. Smug, flirty, outgoing and a readiness to use her looks to get what she wants.

Blonde hair bouncing past her shoulders, blue eyes sparkling under the light. The staff and the patients would sometimes mistake one of them for the other. Not that Angela knew how people could mistake the two of them, the good doctor wore the same lab coat, button down and skirt outfit as Angela but somehow made it look more attractive than Angela ever could. She once thought that it was how Dr. Zee likes to leave two buttons unbuttoned- showing off the barest glimpse of her cleavage, but it was more than that.

The woman seemed to exude that effortless confidence that Angela almost wished she had. Almost. Angela Ziegler had no desire to be like one of the 'popular girls' back in med school.

Dr. Zee was rarely seen actually in the clinic, but Angela couldn't begrudge the doctor as she was the one keeping the money flowing into this financial sinkhole of a clinic since they were charging almost nothing for their treatments.

"Well, I'll leave you to your doctor-recommended sleep." The other woman winked, "I'm going to head to the Club now. Also, I made a new batch of soap last night. Have one."

"Thank you, Dr. Zee." Angela couldn't help but smile as she accepted the fragrant bar of citrus-scented soap. Zee's soap-making club. It was just a charming little hobby for a woman Angela would never have thought a woman as beautiful as Dr. Zee would have.

"It's Lucifina~" Dr. Zee scolded- her pink lips in a playful pout, "But you're always welcome to join us anytime, Angela. But for now, get some rest."

And with a happy wave, the other blonde walked out into the New York city evening and left Angela alone in the quiet clinic. Angela sighed in relief once again as she sat down on the waiting couch and let herself take a short breather. The silence was blessed after a long day of clinic duty- all without using her Biotic Technology as well.

Then the front door of the clinic opened with a chime of the doorbell.

And walking through the door that clearly read 'Closed' were two men, one clad in a black trenchcoat and an eyepatch over his left eye. While the other was a middle-aged man in a suit and a receding hairline. The first man reminded her too much of Gabriel. And if they weren't part of a shady government organisation, Angela would eat her hair tie. Goodness knows she had met enough Talon operatives in her time working for Overwatch to recognise them by looks.

"Dr. Lucifina Zee, I presume?" the eyepatched man politely asked.

"You presume incorrectly…" Angela immediately answered. "The good doctor had just left the building not five minutes ago."

"Oh, she did, did she now?" He wondered with an annoyed tone as he glanced at the confused looking man with the receding hairline beside him.

"I don't know how she could have slipped past our perimeter, Sir…" The man in the suit muttered in confusion.

"We'll find her later. Right now however…" The eyepatched man sighed before turning his lone eye's gaze to her, "Ms. Angela Ziegler, I presume?"

"You presume correctly." She hesitantly conceded- readying herself to say no to everything they asked.

"Tell me, do you recognize this person?" He questioned as he lightly slapped a small letter envelope onto the coffee table- the photos inside spilling out onto the glass surface. And Angela couldn't help but take a sharp intake of breath.

In one photo, a woman in a winged suit was in mid-flight in a backdrop of stars. In another photo, she was wielding a staff that had a tendril of light streaming from the head. In yet another, she was turning that staff on a row of injured people on stretchers. One could almost say that she looked like an angel.

"But that's-!" Angela blurted out before she stopped herself mid-sentence.

'-Not me.' She wanted to say, and she knew it to be 100% true as well. She had left her Valkyrie Suit upstairs in a secure and very locked trunk in her apartment closet! Most of all, she hadn't donned the Suit since arriving on this Earth! No one could have access to it aside from Angela herself, she didn't give the key to her apartment to anyone… else… aside from Dr. Zee. And immediately, Angela felt her blood run cold.

Was Lucifina using her Suit behind her back? How did she even figure all of it out? The doctor was brilliant, yes. But she could not have possibly reverse engineered Biotic Technology… could she?

"But that's who, Ms. Ziegler?" the eye-patched man looked at her expectantly.

"Who… are you people?" She couldn't help but whisper suspiciously.

"This is Phil, and you can call me Nick. And we could ask you the same question." the eyepatched man, now revealed to be Nick, countered with an unimpressed look. "No records of an Angela Ziegler ever existing have popped up, even for us, and that happens to be a very serious accomplishment. But I'd like an answer to my question if you don't mind…"

He tapped the stack of photos- the blonde and blue eyed woman looking so much like her even with the mask.

"Do you, or do you not recognize this person?" The eyepatched man, who she now knew as Nick, asked- just a bit more force in his voice. Yes, she actually did recognize that person. The woman in the photo held herself in a certain way that Angela recognized- she was just admiring it on Dr. Zee a few minutes ago after all.

"I do not." Angela lied- to which she had to admit, she was never the best at. But what she could say was the truth, "That isn't me."

She and Dr. Zee looked similar enough that it may just give her friend just that bit of time to flee. And though deeply irritating, borrowing her suit to fly off and heal the innocent was still a noble goal. And Angela was not about to sell out her friend to shady government types that reminded her so much of Talon.

"So it isn't, Miss Ziegler. So it isn't…" Nick conceded slowly. "But we would like to make an offer for-"

"No, Mr. Nick." Angela preempted him- her lips pursing. "My answer to whatever you're about to offer me is 'No.' No amount of blank checks, shiny facilities or government privileges will change my mind."

She was not going to be dragged into another intergovernmental organisation bent on twisting whatever medical research she had into weapons of war all while feeding her bullscheisse that it was 'for the Peace and Equality of all.'

"Never again." She whispered to herself in a solemn oath- absentmindedly stroking the ring that she wore. She will never again share her findings to anyone. In this strange new universe that she had found herself in, the genie that was Biotic Technology had been put back into the bottle, and no one (maybe except Zee) knew of its great potential for both healing and destruction.

She did not want to end up like Tony Stark and his Arc Technology. The US government baying for his tech. Every other country in the world wanting to steal it. It struck her too much of what happened to her in her home universe. But now Angela had a second chance, and she wasn't going to squander it. She will hoard the secrets of Biotic Technology all to herself if she must, but she will not be responsible for another arms race. She would rather a million lives be lost due to her refusal to share the healing powers of Biotic Technology than to have millions of lives lost and otherwise ruined due to its destructive capacity.

The two men in front of her shared a glance before turning back to her

"Again, Ms Ziegler?" The man named Phil clarified with her. And she realised that she had said that part a bit too loudly. "What did you mean by that, Ms. Ziegler?"

"One life." Nick interjected with a determined look in his eye, "Help us save one life. And we won't bother you with any more offers to join our little club."

"Sir?" Phil verified- looking just as surprised as she was.

"You heard me." Nick asserted to his partner before looking back to her, "What do you say, Ms. Ziegler?"

If Nick and Phil had asked her to save that one life without giving her anything in return, she would not have turned them away. Angela found it distasteful that she was bartering someone's life for her freedom. But she would take whatever peace and detachment away from the world's political machinations she could get. She didn't want to be in the fickle spotlight of public opinion ever again.

"Fine." She capitulated- holding up a lone finger to the two men to emphasise her point, "One person… then you leave me alone. Who is it?"

Wordlessly, Nick reached over to the remote and switched the TV on- back to the news. As one, all three of them watched the broadcast.

"-following a fight that demolished his home in Malibu, California. Miraculously, no one was injured in the incident. However, following the fight's conclusion, Tony Stark was last seen fleeing the scene. His exact whereabouts are still unknown."

"Scheisse." Angela cursed, if avoiding the spotlight was her goal, healing Tony Stark of whatever illness he had was something that would ensure that she did end up in the spotlight.

Well, at least it was the only interesting thing that was going to be happening this week.

[Asgard] (An hour later)

Sylvie tried her best to blend in the background in the festive streets of Asgard. Subtly slinking from vantage point to vantage point, she tailed her alternate male self as he mingled with various people on the street.

Her golden horned circlet, enchanted by Hevnokren himself, didn't just serve to enhance her spellcasting prowess. It also had a spell bound to it that Hevnokren called [Detect Soul]. A spell from his homeland, her circlet could be activated to allow her to see the souls of all mortal beings in a wide radius- even through solid objects. And it had proved very useful in keeping track of the Asgardian prince even through walls.

Sylvie didn't think much of Loki if she was being honest. He didn't seem to have much in the way of raw magic power the way that she did, and she recalled a few times when Hevnokren had mentioned how Loki specialised in the more deft sort of magic with illusions. Also, the biggest surprise was that he wasn't particularly handsome. It was a surprise to Sylvie, because she knew herself to be an incredible beauty. And it had only made sense that her male counterpart would have been an incredibly handsome man. Or perhaps, it was just because Hevnokren had spoiled her for more muscular men as opposed to Loki's more slender build.

Regardless, it only reinforced in her mind how she was the best version of herself.

"This is just insulting, dear." A soft voice behind Sylvie sighed- making her jump slightly in surprise.

Caught, Sylvie stiffly turned around- putting on her most charming smile and trying not to break down sobbing on the spot as she recognised who had just spoken to her.

"Queen Frigga, your Highness," Sylvie steadied her voice as she greeted the alternate version of her own mother- a mother that she had not seen in more than ten years, "you've caught me at a disadvantageous time- I didn't expect to be in your presence. I am Governess Sylvie, I'm with the delegation from Sakaar. Allow me to congratulate you on your son's imminent coronation, you must be very proud."

Her mother only stared at her with those sharp blue eyes.

"Asgard as a nation has stood for more than seven thousand years." the Queen remarked to her, "Suffice to say that our expertise of the arcane is unmatched. Within our libraries of ancient scrolls and books, one can discover esoteric knowledge that are deeply obscure in nature… like say the Multiverse."

But Sylvie could read what was hidden between the lines of what the older woman had said.

"You… you recognize me?" Sylvie whispered disbelievingly. And Frigga only gave her a serene smile.

"That golden horned circlet, those green robes over black leather, those blue-green eyes…" she observed as if bemused that Sylvie would even ask that, "Were you truly expecting to fool your own mother? You did not even bother with illusions as I expected you to do so."

"I never took to your lessons of illusions." Sylvie admitted with a watery smile, "My talents lay in enchantment instead. And we… we were not able to spend the time together for me to learn more."

Her mother seemed to realise what she meant by that.

"Oh, Sylvie…" Frigga muttered softly- taking Sylvie's hand in hers, "You've been through much, haven't you?"

"Yes. They took me from Asgard and I can never find my way back." Sylvie bitterly replied- gently squeezing her mother's hand. Her eyes stung with unshed tears, and it took everything from Sylvie not to wrap her mother in a hug and cry like she was a child again.

"Who did?" Frigga asked as she stepped closer- her blue eyes looking straight into Sylvie's own blue-green "Was it this Hevnokren who you now work for?"

Sylvie shook her head, giving a small smile.

"No, Hevnokren was the one to help me." She elaborated, "An organisation called the Time Variance Authority were the ones to take me away from Asgard, I escaped and was on the run from them until Hevnokren came into conflict with them less than a month ago and recruited me. We're still looking for a way to end their threat permanently."

"Is Hevnokren a good man?" Frigga whispered, "Has he been treating you well?"

At that, Sylvie couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter.

"He's selfish, ambitious, sadistic and delights in spreading chaos and anarchy wherever he goes." Sylvie described her boss and lover, then her voice took on an almost fond tone, "Yet for all that he is… he does treat me well. He is surprisingly generous, going as far as giving me an entire planet to rule over, and promising galaxies more. He is… indecipherable."

Then it was Frigga's turn to laugh, and Sylvie couldn't remember how good it was to hear her own mother's laughter in her ears.

"Your youth is showing…" Frigga tittered- her blue eyes tinkling with amusement, "Believe me. Men who do not know how to properly convey their feelings for the woman they love are all too common. So tell me more about your Hevnokren… he is a warlord of a planet, yes?"

"Hevnokren is…" Sylvie hesitated, trying to find the words to properly convey his character, "He's not as much of a warlord as he is a force of nature. And-"

Sylvie's blue-green eyes snapped to the soul that was approaching them- one that was not visible to the naked eye, and it didn't take a genius to deduce who it was.

"Prince Loki, it is a pleasure to finally meet you." Sylvie greeted cooly to the patch of thin air a few paces behind Frigga. And upon seeing that he was found out, Loki lowered his illusion- emerging from thin air with some flickering of green light.

"Oh, that is interesting." Loki remarked as his blue-green eyes looked Sylvie up and down as if taking measure of her, "It has been quite a while since we've had someone who can see past my illusions."

"Loki…" Frigga gently scolded with a warning look to her son, "Mind your manners to our guest."

"Of course, mother." Loki drawled before bowing to Sylvie, "Loki, Prince of Asgard and God of Mischief."

"Sylvie, Governess of Sakaar, charmed." She curtsied in return as she tried to calm her panicking heart. How much did he overhear? Does he know that she herself is an alternative version of him? And more importantly, how was she going to turn this to her advantage now that he had made contact with her?

"Oh, don't stop on account of my arrival." Loki reassured them. "You were just regaling my mother about your illustrious leader's disposition… "

One thing that Sylvie had over Loki was that she was an alternate version of him, and he did not.

"Allow me to first congratulate you on your brother's coronation tomorrow, you must be swelling with pride." Sylvie casually deflected.

"Proud, yes." Loki smiled good-naturedly, "But not exactly swollen with it at the moment."

It was that minute clenching of his hand that caught Sylvie's eye.

Oh, what was this? Was her alternate self jealous of his brother's ascension to the throne of Asgard? Could it be that he wanted it for himself… No, she couldn't jump to conclusions. She needed to be certain. Perhaps if she needled him enough…

"Thor is a courageous warrior. Very handsome too. Anyone would be lucky to have a brother like that." Sylvie smiled innocently- pretending to look towards the palace, "And I am certain that he is lucky to have a brother like you to aid him in his rule for thousands of years."

"Yes, he is very lucky indeed." Loki laughed- hiding his hands behind his back. "Who else would be there to enrich my brother's otherwise predictable rule with interesting times?"

"Loki…" Frigga sighed a long suffering sigh.

"I jest, mother. I jest." Loki reassured with a charming smile. "I believe my brother will have an interesting rule regardless of what I do."

And that settled it for Sylvie: Her alternate self was indeed jealous of the throne. It was not a matter of 'If' her counterpart was going to seize the throne, but 'when.' And knowing herself and knowing how Thor was… it would be child's play to have her simpleminded brother prove himself unworthy of the crown. If anything, Sylvie was surprised that her counterpart had not done anything sooner.

"I am pleased that my brother's coronation is so well known that delegations from far away planets have come to attend: I must confess that this is the first time I've heard of the planet Sakaar." Her male counterpart commented, and hidden within his remark was the subtle barb about Sakaar being unknown and thus irrelevant.

Sylvie didn't think much of it, because an interesting opportunity has just arisen. Her mother knew that she was an alternate version of Loki… which meant that she was in the line of succession. Technically, Hela would be next in line, but Sylvie doubted Asgard would accept the warhungry maniac as their Queen- not even their father.

Sylvie Odinsdottir, Queen of Asgard and its Sakaarian territories. Oh my, did that sound lovely.

"We are just a small world." Sylvie smiled- all teeth, "But an abrupt influx of the most brilliant geniuses and prodigies the galaxy has to offer has seen a meteoric boom in every industry. Particularly in our ship-building capabilities. Before our arrival, Sakaar was a planet of bottom feeders- scavenging from scrap heaps of other people's wars. Within less than a month of our arrival on Sakaar, we turned this little nowhere planet into a superpower that is now currently at war with two of the largest empires in the Andromeda galaxy… and we're winning."

Her mother looked worried at the thought of a galactic war building up just a galaxy over, but Loki looked thoughtful… And Sylvie couldn't help but give a small satisfied smirk.

'That's it. Think about how good an Asgard-Sakaar military alliance would be for your rule. I can think of a dozen ways where you can turn that to your advantage before stabbing us in the back.- you would just love to stab us in the back, wouldn't you?'

Then one of Odin's Einherjar guards, clad lacquered black full plate and wielding his spear and shield, came jogging up to them.

"My Queen, it is a relief to have finally found you!" He exclaimed with a pant, "King Odin has entered into a… verbal disagreement with a Valkyrie survivor! Their discussion is becoming increasingly heated and those in the palace believe that your moderate voice would be a very welcome addition in the discussion."

Loki broke out into a bark of laughter.

"The last surviving Valkyrie has returned to Asgard, and the first thing she does is to start a shouting match with father!" he guffawed- finding humour in the situation.

"Brunnhilde…" Sylvie couldn't help but sigh. She had left the Valkyrie with Hev- trusting him to reign her in, but apparently, he really did not care if she was going to cause a major diplomatic incident.

"You know her?" Loki prompted- having heard her sigh.

"Yes, she's with me- with the Sakaarian delegation." Sylvie admitted- trying to hide how she was already plotting on how to turn this to her advantage.

"Then you had better come with us." Frigga insisted in an urgent tone- already briskly walking towards the palace. "If we hurry, we may keep it from coming to blows."

"We may need brother for this… I'll fetch him." Loki muttered with drawn nervous lips.

"Please do, Loki." Frigga responded before Loki before jogging off. And Sylvie narrowed her eyes at the other Mischief God's back.

'Where are you going, Loki?' She thought to herself. Sylvie didn't buy his good-intentions for one moment. Especially since she caught a glance of her counterpart's face as he turned to leave. It was the same one that she was wearing at the moment as well. A favourite of hers- it was the expression that she made whenever she had schemed up a deliciously mischievous plot. But that was the question, wasn't it? Whose plot was greater than whose?

Who was the better God of mischief? Him or her?

(A few minutes later)

Sylvie and Frigga arrived just in time to see everything fall apart it seemed.

"I have forged Asgard into a kingdom that spreads peace and prosperity across the Nine Realms!" Odin's voice boomed across the halls of the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf.

"This peace is a lie!" Brunnhilde's voice shouted in response, "Look at them! Even your palace guards know not of the real Asgard! All they know is a lie you have fabricated to hide away the legacy that their ancestors had bought with their blood!"

The fact that their fevered shouting could be heard all the way from the entrance of the palace was worrying, the fact that there were so many Asgardians listening in and muttering amongst themselves was even more so. Even the Einherjar guards were looking unsure of themselves- now that they knew that their king and the oath's they had sworn to that king were all a lie.

Sylvie could think of a dozen ways to turn this scenario to her favour, and she knew that her male counterpart was thinking of ways to do so for himself as well.

"A legacy of war and slaughter! I am glad to have done away with it- to have struck that shameful period in Asgard's history from records! Over the last few hundreds of years, billions of children across the Nine Realms have been born and raised never knowing the horrors of our war, is that not reason enough?!"

"And why is it that Asgard must be one to bear the cost?" "Why must the Asgardians be the ones to spill their blood and lose their sons and daughters on nameless fields across the Nine Realms to protect people who do nothing but whisper and plot behind our backs?! You have done nothing but brought the Asgardian people low!"

"And why would you care?" Odin demanded, "You deserted your duties and forsaken Asgard!"

"I did… didn't I?" Brunnhilde growled through gritted teeth, "Do you think my sisters dying in a glorious charge was what made me disgusted with you to the point of deserting? No, Odin, not all of us died in the initial charge… my sisters' lives could have yet been saved. There would be so many more Valkyries here today if you had sent the Einherjar, if you had sent anyone to help us carry our wounded home to Asgard, if you hadn't just turned away and left your Valkyries- left all us to die!"

"Just say the truth, Odin." The last Valkyrie's tired whisper carried itself through the air. "That the Valkyries just did not fit your vision of Asgard, and thus, we had to be disposed of."

And just in time, Loki had brought Thor and his friends into the throne room- the nervous, disbelieving expressions on their faces telling Sylvie that they had heard everything so far… and couldn't believe their own ears.

"Father… is what she is saying true?" Thor pleaded to Odin- like the prince truly wanted to believe that all the valkyrie had said were lives. But Brunnhilde was there to give the crown-prince a pitying look as she shook her head.

"To be crowned king tomorrow and yet he remains ignorant of the true history of Asgard," she wondered out loud for everyone to hear before turning her brown eyes to Odin, "Even King Bor wasn't this cruel to you, Odin."

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Odin bellowed- pounding Gungnir against the floor with enough force to crack it. The boom of his legendary weapon thudding against the floor was enough to silence everyone- even the wind seemed to sit still. And no one dared to speak… no one except for one person.

"Who will be next, Father?" Loki's smooth voice, tinged with worry and fear, echoed out through the palace halls. "Which loyal Asgardian will you sacrifice next to appease our so-called allies in the Nine Realms?"

"Will it be your Einherjar?" Loki offered as he stepped forward- patting an Einherjar guard on the shoulder, and the men and women in lacquered black full plate shifted uneasily under the scrutiny of everyone in the hall.

"Your sons' friends?" Loki gestured to Sif and the Warrior's three as they tensed in palpable fear as both Odin and Loki turned his eye towards them. Even Thor looked unsure of himself.

"Are our brave men and women standing guard abroad merely sacrificial lambs? Abdicate your throne to Thor today, Father." Sylvie's male counterpart pleaded- sounding so earnest that even she almost believed it. "I believe my brother can make such choices correctly."

'I smell the set up of a plot… but where will you be taking this, male me?' Sylvie thought to herself.

"I… I do not want it." Thor hesitated- earning shocked gasps from many people in the hall, "Not yet, I will not take the throne. Not until I know the true history of Asgard! How can I rule Asgard if all I have been ever taught about it- if all I know of it are lies?!"

"Very well." Odin sighed- gazing from one son to the other. "I shall- the Frost Giants! Einherjar with me! To the defence of Asgard!"

And Sylvie watched as her not-father pounded his Gungnir onto the floor again- no doubt to activate the Destroyer. Then he, Thor, Loki and even Brunhilde all began running to the weapons vault where Odin hoarded his most dangerous weapons. No doubt to confront the Frost Giants who have conveniently found a hidden path to the most secure portion of Asgard as if someone showed them the way.

'Oh… so that was where you actually went when you were 'fetching Thor'. How devious.' Sylvie thought to herself. 'You would have exploited our brother's hot-headedness to escalate a war that you secretly began, and prove him unworthy of the throne in the eyes of father. But now… now you can prove both of them unfit for the throne in the eyes of Asgard.'

Sylvie began briskly walking in the opposite direction- finding an empty open air veranda that allowed her to an unparalleled view over the shining city of Asgard.

'Hev, can you hear me?' She focused her thoughts into her earring, and Hevnokren's rumbling draconic voice rang in her ears.

"I do. Brunnhilde has just informed me that Frost Giants have broken into the Asgardian weapons vault. It was earlier than expected, but otherwise, was well within expectations. Was there anything else that was happening?"

'The Frost Giants are this universe's Loki first move.' Sylvie notified him, 'We need to prepare relief goods with your sigil at least several hundred tonnes of it.'

"Relief goods? …Is Loki going to start a war?"

'Yes.' Sylvie answered with 100% certainty, it was what she would do after all if she was in Loki's shoes, 'Civil war is about to come to Asgard, mostly thanks to Brunnhilde. But that's why we're using that to our advantage. The relief goods will earn us the love and obedience of the Asgardians, and that will be the first step in my plan for Sakaar to seize control.'

"Interesting, you can go forward with that plan under two conditions."

"Firstly… I want Gungnir and Mjolnir intact."

'Consider it done.' Sylvie assured. It's not like she can't have the Dwarves of Nidavellir to forge her new symbols of office once she rules Asgard.

"Secondly… Odin, Frigga, Thor, Heimdall, Sif and the warriors three are all alive for me to deal with later."

Now at that condition, Sylvie felt just the prick of guilt at what she was going to do.

Because unlike her male counterpart, she did not hold a deep loathing for her adoptive family. And it would be good if she could take over Asgard without killing any of them, but she was also not fool enough to think she could get away with defying Hevnokren. Even without two Infinity Stones already in his possession, he was the kind of determinator that would take it as a challenge to hunt someone who had betrayed him.

'Can I plead for my family's life at least?' She timidly asked for permission, and the way Hev hummed in consideration was a good sign. A Hevnokren who not having made up his mind was a gracious Hevnokren who was likely to grant what you asked for.

"I will make a decision for that if you succeed."

'I can guarantee that we will indeed succeed, I just need an hour of your time over the next few days.' She bargained before sweetening the deal, 'After that, the Nine Realms in its entirety will be ours for the taking.'

"Maybe later, but not right now, I'm currently busy, as is Johanna. I've sent her on a mission of her own there at Asgard, so if you need anything, contact the rest of HYDRA for whatever you require for your plan."

'But Hev, we could win this easily if I could count on your direct intervention! We could have the Nine Realms in our pocket within the week, what could possibly be as important as that?!'

"Another set of interdimensional assassins are going to arrive within the next 36 hours."

'Oh.' Sylvie faltered- immediately understanding the gravity of the situation. After all, the last time that happened, she was launched unconscious into the vacuum of space before being reduced to atoms in a 40 megaton explosion.

"Tune your plan to act without me for the next 3-4 days. And only afterwards can you rely on my direct support. And Sylvie? Try not to be such a Loki this time."

And a dark laugh, Hev abruptly cut the connection- leaving her fuming with annoyance. Hev kept using her real name like it was an insult!

Pushing down her irritation, Sylvie found her way back to the main hall just in time for her to see Odin, Thor and Loki walk out of the hallway that led to the vault. Thor practically stomped down the halls in a rage- a powder keg of emotion. And quietly following behind him was Loki, the fuse that was set to ignite him. How predictable. But still…

Sylvie pursed her lips before taking a deep breath.

Brunnhilde would kill her if she knew what she was allowing to happen to their home… but it was for the best. The throne belonged to someone actually fit to rule. Not the tired old man, not the hot-headed prince, and certainly not a second-rate 'll show him, she'll show them all. She'll take over Asgard before that cursed interdimensional assassin arrives to ruin her victory.

So, putting on her most charming smile, she walked up to her alternate self- who was looking calm for someone about to start a civil war, and allowed their blue-green eyes to meet.

"Prince Loki," Sylvie called out with her sweetest voice, "if I may speak to you in private, I believe I have a deal that will be of great interest to you…"

It was time to prove that she wasn't just a Loki- She was the Loki.

[Across time and space]

Rudeus Greyrat liked to believe he was still a good person despite the Waifu Catalog system having left him no choice. After all, he was doing the girls he bought a favour because he treated them right.

In the comfort of his own private beach hidden in a pocket dimension courtesy of the Company Skill [Life's a Beach], he spent his time with his personal harem. Most of whom he had bought himself. He had Branded so many girls in the past two years that he had been taken on as a Company Contractor, but the ones that he had chosen to keep close to him were the best of the best of the best. And that was due to the fact that they shared one quality.

Specifically, they were from the most cultured (in his opinion) kink known to straight men: the muscle girl.

It's why Rudeus has stayed as a little shota all this time. Sandy blond hair, bright green eyes, a love mark by his left eye. He had the innocent look of a boy and it turned out to be the perfect bait for those tall, muscle girls.

Because there was a certain incredible thrill to being a boy surrounded by amazonian women with their toned bodies, visible abs, muscled thighs and sculpted backs. They were the type of woman who could pick you up like a misbehaving kitten, pin you to the mattress with their strong arms and roughly fuck themselves on your dick as they grinded their firm breasts and hard abs on your small body.

And right now, Rudeus lounged on a sleek wooden pool chair as he watched his muscle girl harem casually play volleyball at the speed of sound. It was a feast for the eyes: All those firm muscles flexing underneath a myriad of skin tones going from pale to pinkish to sun-kissed to dusky. And the prize for the winner? A full night where the lucky winner would have him all to herself.

It was enough to make any man wild, and his swimming trunks grew a small but noticeable tent- drawing the sharp eyes of both the volleyball teams. And for a second, Rudeus was worried that he was going to get gangbanged by several muscle girls stronger and larger than him all at once right then and there.

Then, all of a sudden, his Company Tablet rang a little chime, and he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Waving his girls to come over, he picked up his Company Tablet off the table, he opened it up and checked the Company Mission that was given to him now.

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NEW COMPANY MISSION!

Mission Title: Deathmatch PvP Participation

Scope: Quick-Level

Objective: Kill or Capture the target (Chaotic Evil) Contractor

Condition: You cannot leave the world until your target Contractor is dead or Captured.

Mission Reward: 3000 Company Credits, Free Return Travel.

== ] C [ ==

"What do you have there, Rudeus?" Ghislaine Dedoldia- the very first muscle girl that he had Branded- spoke up as she reached his side. The others reached him afterwards, and crowded around him to get a better look at the one Company Tablet that they had. Rudeus, for his part, promptly found himself caged in from all sides by a wall of bikini-clad bodies. A dozen sets of female abs that could grate bricks just inches away from his face. And it was making him unbearably hard.

"W-what do you think of this mission?" Rudeus muttered- trying to control his libido. "I'm not too sure about this one…"

His tanned, muscled catgirl who towered over him gave a hum of consideration- hard muscles flexing under surprisingly soft tanned skin.

"Hmmm… the Company is giving us a target that is more to our size, right?" She surmised, "Well, isn't that a good thing? We get to fight someone who can actually put up a fight?"

There was a murmur of agreement amongst the others.

"Yeah, Rudy-boy…" Yoruichi Shihoin- his other tanned muscled catgirl- huskily purred into his ear, " I'm practically itching for a chance to actually stretch my legs for once instead of all the pushovers we've been facing."

The Shinigami kunoichi that he had purchased was as fickle as any other catgirl, it seemed. Because Rudeus expected her to be the one to exercise caution. But it may just be because he had underestimated how frustrated they were from not having a good battle in a while. They had grown very powerful once Rudeus had directed them to share their training and techniques. Powerful enough that they had steamrolled over everyone that they had encountered so far.

"According to Company PvP rules, we'd be stronger than him." He explained to everyone. "But not by much."

"If a fair fight against a villain is guaranteed, then what are we waiting for?" Mirko, his tanned muscled bunnygirl, cheered as she cracked her knuckles and her long rabbit ears twitched in excitement. And the other good-aligned waifus cheered with her.

Yes, Rudeus would admit that he had a type, and that it made him a man of great culture.

"Ah, fine! Let's go beat this guy up!" Rudeus finally relented, tapping the accept button on his Company Tablet to the cheering of everyone.

== ] C [ ==

Thank you for participating in this Deathmatch PvP!

Thanks to scheduling policies, you are granted a grace period of 48 hours to prepare before the Company automatically teleports you and your waifus to the target universe.

== ] C [ ==

"Looks like we have two days to train and prepare." He muttered, despite already being confident with his team

By unifying the powers of the mind, the body, and the soul, Rudeus and his harem had enhanced their combat capabilities to something that was beyond what most super-powered individuals could muster.

The heroes and villains of My Hero Academia. The shinigami of Bleach. The ninjas of Naruto. The mages of Fairy Tail. The hunters of HunterxHunter. And so many more… Rudeus knew that if he and his harem were brought to any of those worlds and fought against their inhabitants all at once, they would win as easily as one would win a schoolyard brawl with kindergarteners. And that begs the question…

If the Company promised them that this would be a fair fight… What sort of monster could this Chaotic Evil Contractor possibly be for him to be able to match Rudeus and his overpowered harem in a straight fight?

Rudeus swallowed thickly. He'd better buy some Company Defences for everyone. Just in case.

[Somewhere in the Triangulum Galaxy]

My gargantuan Dragon Form of gleaming metal dropped out of FTL. A red giant hung in the centre of the star system. One cloudy green-brown dustball of a planet was the only actual planet that orbited it aside from the several rings of asteroid fields.

"Are you certain that this is the system, Mona?"

"You are employing Astrologist Mona Megistus- the best of the best. So, of course I'm correct." My resident divination expert replied through the earpiece.

"Run it by me again as to how you were able to triangulate the Reality Stone's location."

"Celestial bodies naturally resonate with each other in the swirls and eddies of magic." Mona explained- satisfied with her own knowledge, "The aetherial harmonics of this place ring close to that of the other Infinity Stones. It also helped that your own spell [Clairvoyance] pointed me to chart in the right boundary of stars. If what we find here is not an Infinity Stone, then it would at least be the largest concentration of its energy."

Casting [Clairvoyance] in my massive dragon hands, the spell pointed me at the lone planet as one would expect. The Ancient Asgardians certainly hid the Reality Stone well enough- hiding it in the vast emptiness of space. It would have been like finding a single needle hidden inside a piece of hay in a planet-sized haystack.

"Astrology, Mysticism and Divination are truly underappreciated fields of magic."

"Indeed, I am proud to have instilled an appreciation for Astrology in my most valuable patron." Mona responded with genuine pride as I touched down on the dusty planet.

Following the direction my spell was guiding me in, I glided down onto the planet, burning slightly from the reentry. The planet was like how it appeared in Thor 2: Dark world. A dark and dusty dead world with a fleeting atmosphere. The surface was ravaged with massive craters like it had undergone a particularly heavy meteor shower. And as I followed by magic and glided down to the bottom of one of those craters… I found myself climbing down into a cavern. A very familiar cavern with a very familiar obelisk at the centre of it.

"Oh, you are definitely going to get a big fat bonus for this, Mona."

My deep voice echoed throughout the dark cavern as I approached the Chamber- the container that the Dark elves had built to contain the Reality Stone.

"My thanks, Hev!" Mona chirped excitedly at the thought of getting Vibranium to incorporate Astrology apparati.

And reaching out with one massive draconic arm, I tapped the surface of the Chamber using a claw infused with the energies of both the Space and the Power Stones. Having been awakened five years earlier than expected, a deadly nova of exotic magical energies exploded out of the Chamber. It was the sort of energies that would have reduced even Asgardians into ash. But against my new and improved metal hide, it barely even tickled.

And there I saw it.

Floating mid-air at the centre of the opened Chamber like some lava lamp, the inky black and red cloud that was the Reality stone. One of the six Infinity Stones that would have one day facilitated wiping half the life in the universe. The one who wielded all six would have been nothing less than a god in the eyes of most mortals. The Reality Stone was something that demanded respect and caution for every being in the universe.

So, naturally I leaned my car-sized dragon head in close and snorted it like a line of coke.

"GRAGGHHH!"

The pain was surprisingly immense as the Infinity Stone's reality-rending energies surged through my dragon body in a laser show of red lights. My massive dragon body thrashing and clawing against the stone walls of the cavern as I roared and grunted my pain.

"Hev, are you okay?!" Mona panicked over the magic-comms just as the energies stabilised. And I grunted in response- shaking my head.

"Yes… nothing like a line of Reality Stone."

"Mona, relay this message to everyone: 'Three down. Three to go…' "

Yes, three. That's going to be incredibly hilarious later on.

"Whoever you are, whatever your waifus may be. I'm going to be ready for you this time."

It was time to get both myself and this entire planet ready for this upcoming battle with this hostile contractor, and I had just the person to help me.

"Klee. It's time to set up the welcoming party for our guests' arrival."

"Mr. Hev, you don't mean… Ohboy! Ohboy! Ohboy!" Klee excitedly gushed. A truly bloodthirsty grin came to my face. Just the mere thought of what Klee and I had in store for the hostile contractor was enough to make me excited for their arrival. Even Klee was excited, still whooping in anticipation, "I mean we talked about it, but I never thought we were actually going to do that!"

"Yes, it's time to make me…"

"...Fluffy."