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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 15

Chapter 15: The Throne of Asgard

[The Grandmaster's Tower, Sakaar]

"Hev, I heard that you were back!" Sylvie Laufeysdottir greeted me as she walked with a confident swagger into my throne room.

The blonde seemed to be standing up a bit straighter in her black leathers and green cloak, that horned golden circlet resting a bit prouder on her head. But that smug smirk on her lips was at least a familiar sight. And I couldn't help but notice how the past few days back on Asgard seemed to have invigorated her. Or perhaps it was all the scheming and lying that she had done. Not that it mattered what her current mood was.

"Victorious too, but that was to be expected." Sylvie jibed with a cheerful smile- trying to hide behind her charm just how badly she had screwed up. "Hey, remember how you mentioned that you'd aid me in taking Asgard once you're finished with that contractor?"

My blood-red eyes simply stared at her through the slight of my bony dragonplate helmet.

"Sylvie… you know that I'm not blind to what is happening in Asgard, right?" My low growl warned her even as she tried to look innocent. Word gets around after all, especially since I had a few of the more sneakier Sakaarian captains give me intel reports on Asgard.

"Asgard is in flames…" I began enumerating- holding up a bone-armoured finger for each of her screw ups, "one in five of all our ships are tied up in your plan, 17.3 billion Units worth of relief goods have been ferried to the Asgard and its territories, almost a thousand experienced Sakaarian raiders have been lost fighting Asgard's war against the Frost Giants, and most importantly, the hammer Mjolnir was destroyed by Odin when he had Thor permanently banished to earth… All this in the span of 40 or so hours."

And ever the consummate liar, Sylvie didn't look bothered by all that as she adopted a distinctly Loki-esque posture: A charming smile on her pink lips, slender arms open and extended in a friendly gesture… all trying to convey the impression of 'I have everything confidently under control. No need to ask anymore questions.'

"Look, it sounds worse than it actually is." She reassured me.

"It is less about the collateral damage and inefficiencies, and more about how this is slowing down the Dread Armada and the loss of Mjolnir." I countered with narrowed eyes. "All this despite me explicitly ordering you not to let both of those things come to pass. I told you that you could go ahead with your plan if you preserved Gungnir and Mjolnir. No longer being able to disenchant Mjolnir for its secrets has denied me the quickest path to furthering my enchanting research."

"Both of those things can be compensated, Hev." Sylvie reassured- just a bit more nervously this time. "Just give me some time and it will be worth it!"

"Speaking of time, it would have cost less time for me to simply fly over there and beat them into submission in the first place. Compared to humouring you with your plan to instate you as 'High Queen of the Nine Realms'." I grunted with distaste. My patience was running thin, and any semblance of amusement had gone with it.

"Ah, but I'm focused on doing it right, instead of doing it now." Sylvie cajoled with a knowing smile.

"By all means, explain then." I gestured with an open palm as I rested back on my throne, "From the beginning, if you will. And if I don't like your explanation, we'll be doing things my way: I'm going to fly over there, break everyone's bones, rape a few of their women, then proclaim you as High Queen of Asgard as I claim your rear hole in front of all of Asgard."

Sylvie must have thought I wasn't serious with that threat or she was confident about beating me, because she smiled widely at what I said.

"Alright, I'll start to give an overview of the plan." She nodded- her blonde hair swaying with the motion, "The main goal is to get me crowned as High Queen of Asgard with overwhelming approval from the Asgardian populace. To do that, we have been aiming to smear Odin, Thor and Loki- making them appear as unworthy or illegitimate kings in the eyes of the Asgardians."

"Simple enough." I conceded with a deep hum of my voice. Though that could have been just as easily achieved by conquering them, anything could be easily achieved after some bloody conquest at that.

"Odin and Thor were easy enough to discredit after Brunhilde sparked the fires of the civil war." Slyvie explained, "Thor, for losing said civil war. Odin, for hiding away the secrets of Asgard's bloody past. The Allfather falling into Odinsleep after banishing Thor to Midgard neatly takes care of both of them. So, that's two out of three down. As for Loki having ascended to the throne… well, before I move on with what I have in store for him, let me tell you his 'secret plan.' "

Sylvie rolled her green eyes as she wore an amused smirk- likely proud of how she had outsmarted the other Loki.

"I've deciphered that Loki plans on eventually sabotaging me in your eyes, and taking my spot in your inner circle." she recounted, still smirking in amusement. "That will put him in a position to make himself indispensable to you while subtly taking control of Sakaar's growing power. To that end, I know that he was the one who has been stoking rumours that I've been mismanaging the relief effort- hoping that it will get to you."

"And I have heard them, yes." I recalled with a nod, "Not that I care about how well the relief effort is going. I'm not looking to win popularity contests. But speaking of what the populace thinks, what is the opinion among the Asgardians concerning their newly uncovered past?" I questioned her. It was really important, and Sylvie stroked her chin contemplatively as she thought about it.

"The majority of Asgardians wish for a more isolationist Asgard- free of the endless 'peacekeeping' wars across the Nine Realms." She answered, "Those who want a return to the old ways and conquer the Nine Realms are the minority. But the gist is that they're tired of bleeding for the Nine Realms, or at least, not without being properly compensated for it. Those who do wish to continue Odin's constant thankless wars have rapidly dwindled in number. All in all, this civil war has sparked numerous political parties who wish to influence the next King or Queen of Asgard."

"I see. But I am in no mood to play politics." I groaned before gesturing to her to continue.

"Just leave that to me." Sylvie smiled, "Loki plans on using the Bifrost to obliterate Jotunheim as a show of force tomorrow. He wants to make a grand show of it to all of Asgard…"

She tossed me a box which arced in the air before I caught it. The small case, just slightly longer than a plastic water bottle, was wrought in gold and Uru. And opening it, I found a scroll in fancy paper sitting inside. An invitation in gold ink. How appropriately extravagant.

"... and you're invited as well." Sylvie chuckled with a very bemused grin. "Loki isn't aware that you already have a couple of Infinity Stones in your possession. So, he still thinks that he can flex Asgard's 'awesome' military might to his potential allies. But with you by my side and some select shows of force, we can intimidate him enough to do something… unwise, then we can comfortably depose him with the support of the populace and I'll be High Queen of Asgard within the month."

She flipped her blonde hair over the green cloak of her shoulder- wearing a grin that announced that she was proud of her own cleverness… until she heard my answer that is.

"No. I'm not impressed enough. You say one month, I say one hour." I spoke simply as I stood up to my full height- rolling my shoulders with my Hevnokrenite mace in hand. In truth, I had already made up my mind even before she had described her plan. I had just run out of patience for Loki's games. Both of them.

"Wait, Hev!" Sylvie panicked as she tried to calm me down, "Did I say a month? Give me two weeks instead!"

"I'll be leaving Asgard mostly intact. But first, I'm going to send Loki a video message." I grunted with a roll of my eyes as I brought up a holographic interface- the glowing blue holographic screen popping up in the air in front of me.

"Loki, your attempts at intimidating me with your piddly Bifrost weapon have convinced me that Asgard requires my direct attention. So, ready your defences, rally your Einherjar, bring Asgard's mightiest weapons to bear. You're going to need them all. Because I'm going over there to demonstrate my displeasure. No ships, no troops, just me."

"Hev, please be reasonable!" Sylvie pleaded- worry colouring her green eyes as her well-laid plans burst in flames right in front of her eyes.

"I've made up my mind, and I think it's high time I put my muscles through its paces." I stated simply as I began feeding my Dragonplate full plate armour with the energies of the Infinity Stones. The Hevnokrenite that I had injected into the microscopic pores of the dragonbone armour was greedily lapping up the near bottomless energies. "So, prepare what you need to be crowned High Queen of Asgard, and don't forget the lube. This entire Asgard farce ends now."

And with a brief flash of blue light, the energies of the space stone teleported me from Sakaar.

[Asgard]

Heimdall was there to greet me at the end of the Rainbow bridge. The seven-foot tall guardian of the Bifrost stood there- in his gleaming Uru armour of gleaming gold and with his greatsword, Hofund, in hand.

"Hevnokren." He greeted calmly as he raised that lustrous greatsword ready. "It comes as no surprise to me that you w-"

But despite how his bright orange eyes closely watched my every move, he still wasn't able to match the speed made possible with my new Kryptonian physiology. The 12 metres between Heimdall and me practically disappeared as I dashed to him like I was in fast-forward. And whatever long-winded speech he had prepared, it was lost in his shout of pain as the heavy head of my Hevnokrenite mace found its way onto his left shoulder- shattering it and his arm into a thousand pieces.

"I am not going to waste any more time with you disappointments." I muttered as I slashed the razor-sharp pommel spike of my mace across his eyes- leaving him sprawled on the rainbow bridge blind, grunting in pain, but ultimately still alive.

"If I feel like it, I'll heal your eyes later. So for the sake of your sight, behave Heimdall." I muttered an aside to him as I turned to face the city of Asgard in the distance. Momentarily, I glanced at my Company Smartphone.

== ] C [ ==

Time remaining off Sakaar before mission failure:

12 HOURS, 55 MINUTES, 38 SECONDS.

== ] C [ ==

One hour is all I'll need.

Before me was the long 2km stretch of the rainbow bridge that led to the war-torn city of Asgard. And within a single mental command to the Space Stone, I crossed the distance in a single step- stopping just inside the city.

An assembled force of the Einherjar that was loyal to Loki was there to greet my arrival. About six hundred of them arrayed in phalanxes with their dark, lacquered plate armour and heavy shields. Their long, sharp spears pointed steadily to me, despite my display of magic. And it was clear to see how the recent civil war had hardened these warriors into a force to be reckoned with. Or at least, if they were against anyone else except me.

But this was a good thing. A large enough audience was assembled so neatly in front of me.

"I am Hevnokren, Warlord of Sakaar, your King has challenged me." My deep growling voice carried itself across the open streets of neatly carved stone, "Step aside, weaklings, so that I need not be bothered with taking your lives."

The most gaudily-armoured Einherjar gave a scoff as onlookers snuck out of the buildings to watch the lone man challenge an army.

"King Loki has received your threats," the Asgardian in golden armour gruffly yelled at me, "and he will not be disturbed by a mere-"

So be it.

The Skyrim spell [Ice Storm] exploded from my hands. Enhanced by both the Power and Reality Stones, the spell plunged the entire avenue into a winter hellscape the moment the spell left my hands. Icicle forms from the building walls, heavy clumps of snow battered against everything exposed, and the road underfoot froze to a slippery sheen of ice. And though the battalion of Einherjar tried to charge me, they stopped in their tracks as the metal of their armour froze around them.

The Asgardians onlookers peeking out of the buildings were not so lucky. The blizzard's biting winds carried small but razor-sharp icicles that cut away at any unarmoured flesh, and robes made for poor protection. Those too stupid to hide were reduced to rapidly freezing chunks of shredded meat, and those too slow had shredded flesh to show for their weakness.

There were likely so many more Einherjar and civilians, but I wasn't after them.

"LO KI!"

And in the distance, my blood red eyes watched as the golden forcefield began enveloping the palace. The Asgardian King was going to hide behind his forcefield. A useless gesture against someone wielding the Space Stone.

A roll of my eyes, and a mental command to the Space Stone later, I found myself standing on one of the many verandas of the palace as the forefield fully closed behind me. From there, it was a quick stroll through the palace's resplendent palace halls with its gold gildings and grand tapestry. And though I expected Loki to run, [Clairvoyance] still pointed me to the throne room where he ostensibly was. At least, until I ran into someone.

Several someone's in fact.

"You!" Sif hissed out with distaste was her brown eyes spotted me from the other end of a corridor. Raven black hair in a ponytail, exotic armour decorated with gold and burgundy that hugged this female warrior's tone physique, and a long metal spear that she levelled right at me- along with an accusation, "You're the one who blinded Heimdall and froze the Einherjar!"

Well, the accusation was completely true though. And it was then that I noticed that the three stooges were here as well. So forgettable that I didn't even know their names. The ginger bearded guy, the blond moustache guy and the black-haired samurai-wannabe guy. They encircled me with a respectable distance with their weapons in hand: an axe, knives and a mace. And I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the sad display.

"I'm quite busy with this message to deliver directly to your King." I began as I rested my Hevnokrenite mace in my palm with a loud clack of Hevnokrenite metal meeting Dragonbone. "Either put away your toys and step out of my way, or pay the price for your idiocy."

Sif's brown eyes narrowed as her expression turned to one with a snarl.

"The arms and armour we wield may not be Mjlolnir, but you will find that they are formidable in their own right." She fiercely declared as they all charged me at once.

Ever since I had obtained the Company Perk [Advanced Template Stacking (Arcane)] which gave me access to ALL the magic spells in the Elder Scrolls series, I had been playing around with spellmaking now that I had a lot more spells in my disposal. Of all the spells I had been looking at, two of them caught my eye in particular. The Oblivion spells [Disintegrate Weapon] and [Disintegrate Armour] did just what they said on the tin and were particularly effective against those that didn't have enough magic resistance in their equipment.

Uru had some degree of it, but not enough against my spell.

Expanding in a single nova of red energy from me, the effects of the spell were immediate as their arms and armour turned to dust. Their bewildered expressions were mildly amusing as their disintegrated weapons and armours all slipped through their fingers and slid off their bodies like a fistful of sand.

"What arms and armour?" I boredly drawled as I followed it up with a nova of [Paralyze], and as one, they stiffened up like statues- the stupid expressions that they wore as they stared at their empty hands locked on their faces. "I think I'll call that spell [Disintegrate Equipment]."

And it was then that I realised something very important: Sif looked nice.

At 5'8" (173cm), she was a beauty. A nice muscle tone to her creamy soft skin that formed an appreciable contrast. Her B-cups looked smaller than they actually were because of toned physique, the twin handfuls of perky breasts tipped with rosy nipples. A flat stomach with the hint of abs. Walking around her, I admired what Asgardian warrior culture had done to her ass. Big cheeks of firm muscle with just enough fat to give it a nice roundness to them.

Making up my mind, I casually wave of my hand and cast [Cure Paralysis] on her. Because I wanted her struggling for this.

"Lech!" the raven-haired warrior shouted as she immediately went for a punch, only for me to beat her to it as my gauntleted fist met her cheek first- sending her stumbling to the ground in a daze, and flashing her bare slit at me while she was at it.

I detached my codpiece and coated my large member in lube. She was far from wet after all, and dry sex was miserable for a man as well. Just as Sif began regaining her bearings, there was a flash of fear in her brown eyes as she looked up at me from her place in my shadow as I lubed up my massive shaft, but that fear was immediately stamped down and hid behind a great anger.

"You won't- Auggh!" She tried to shout something, but my fist once again met her cheek- dazing her again.

"Your words don't mean anything right now except for useless noise." I counselled her as I pushed those muscular thighs wide open- slightly tugging her fleshy outer lips to part and show the delicate pink hidden between, "The only worth you have right now is your body."

"Nnggg!" Sif grunted as my sizeable cock speared its way right to the hilt in one go- punctuating it with a slap of our hips together. The tight panicked squeezing of her silky inner walls was a nice contrast to how the little flecks of virginal blood dripped with the lube down to the stone floor.

Surprisingly, she was a virgin. I surmised that Sif must have held tightly onto her warrior's pride, likely stood herself on a pedestal and thought something along the lines of 'I will not lay with any man who cannot best me in battle.' or some sort. Well, I had bested her in battle, and now, it was my cock that was enjoying her virgin pussy- the loud squelching sound as I jammed it all the way to the bottom of her feminine well bouncing off the palace walls and into her paralyzed friends' ears.

"Y-you savage!" She grunted out- squeezing her eyes tight. Almost as tight as her pussy's inner walls as they squeezing down around my very hard shaft in reluctant pleasure. Ah, the wonders of proper lubrication.

"Yes." I didn't deny it as I grabbed hold of a nice handful of her titflesh, "And you're currently my slut."

And unlike popular belief (mostly from hentai), Sif didn't just lay there and accepted getting raped. She tried to plant her foot against my breastplate in an effort to kick herself away from me. But my straight punch right to her forehead sent her head rocking back against the hard floor- once again dizzying her.

It made her inner walls slacken momentarily too- bringing up a nice contrast to how wild her inner walls were whenever she was struggling. The way the tip of my cock was pillaging the back wall of her pussy where the entrance to her womb was exquisite as well.

"Perhaps, I should visit Asgard more often after all." I joked to her face- which I promptly battered with another punch as she tried to push herself away once again. And the longer this went, the more her mask of fierce bravery began to slip. "Once Asgard is actually secure, I can come visit you every day to ensure that you always have a fresh pool of my seed resting warmly at the back of your womanhood."

Sif threw another punch, but this time, it was a lot more half-hearted. However, mine wasn't- hitting her forehead with as much force as all the ones that came before it. This time, I followed it up by taking her swollen clit between my fingers and strumming it- making her increasingly wet cunt squeeze down even tighter around my shaft.

"Nnnnn!" this proud Asgardian warrior bit down a moan as her body began enjoying it. Every thrust of my thick cock through the tight grip of her wet folds dredging up unwilling pleasure. And this time, she didn't throw a punch anymore as she regained full recognition of what was happening to her.

"Good, even a dumb Asgardian muscle like you can learn." I approved. But I wasn't about to mark her though- regardless of how tight, wet and hot her pussy was. No, Sif was going into my 'Save for a rainy day' type of woman. One that I would only Capture and Brand should I actually need the credits. So, I was just going to fill her up to the brim.

I grunted as I did just that- trapping her pussy underneath my pounding hips as I went faster and harder. And Sif could only squeeze her eyes tight and turn her face away from me as I enjoyed her hot Asgardian pussy to the fullest extent. The rhythmic squeezing of her wet insides that seemed to be desperately milking my entire shaft for every drop of cum it could offer.

"I'm going to fill your fertile Asgardian womb up with my seed." I growled at her- deepening my thrusting until the tip of my large cock knocked against the door of her womb, "And you're going to beg for it."

"Nooo…." She shook her head- acting more like a woman in the reluctant throes of pleasure.

"You will, or I'm going to do to your friends what I did to your weapons." I casually threatened, "Which one should I start with?"

And to prove the point, I flexed the Reality Stone and turned the Warriors Three bald- their hair turning to dust right before Sif's brown eyes. The three still stood helplessly paralyzed a few ways from us- still gormlessly looking into their empty palms.

"P-please fill my fertile Asgardian womb up with your seed!" Her voice suddenly sounding a bit more feminine from how hesitant and reluctant she was.

"Well, since you're asking so nicely, I shall do as the Lady Sif asks…" My deep voice laughed malevolently as gripped her hips and really put my back into fucking this piece of toned Asgardian ass into the cold palace floor. The meaty wet slaps of our hips meeting together only served to highlight how wet she had become since the start of our little 'snuggle with struggle.'

"N-no! It's too much! I'm sorry, Thor! Forgive me!" Sif cried out as I felt her pussy going crazy around my cock in a reluctant orgasm.

Her raven-hair slightly damp with sweat, her expression of pleasure that she had been trying and failing to hide, and her toned body with its creamy skin over strong muscles tensed as her orgasm washed over her. It was a sexy sight to accompany her tight pussy squeezing down tight around my cock and as she reflexively pushed her hips against mine. And only then did I help myself to my own finish- driving my cock as deep as it can go. Battering against the door to her womb before pumping a thick hot load right at the back of Sif's untouched womb and painting it white with rope after rope of my virile semen.

"Well, you were quite the enjoyable little Asgardian morsel." I commented as I pulled out of her steamy rosy-pink cunt. "But I still have an Asgardian king to deal with. So, until next time, Sif."

Momentarily using her black hair to wipe my cock clean, I reattached my codpiece and stalked off to my real objective- leaving Sif to lay naked and leaking cum in the middle of that palace hall. It was only through my enhanced sense that I could hear her almost inaudible sobbing as I walked off.

Now if I could get Jane Foster as well, that would be splendid. If everyone in this universe was the more beautiful versions of their film's actors and actresses, then I was in for a treat. In the Thor movie, Jane Foster was played by Natalie Portman who was already a beautiful actress, a comic book pretty version of her would be incredible.

I can't wait to give her the same… affection that I gave Sif.

[The Throne of Asgard]

With my dick wet from Sif's undoubtedly willing rendezvou, I was in a better mood when I entered the throne room. Not by much, but slightly better.

Loki was on the throne of course. His great horned crown of polished gold on his brow, his flowing robes of black and green, and Gungnir gripped firmly in his hand. However, it wasn't just the two of us though. His Einherjar in their black lacquered plate stood at attention along the sides of the room. They were not even pointing their spears at me- just tracking me with their eyes as I walked down the room and stopped right in front at the foot of steps up the throne.

Loki gazed down imperiously at me with his blue-green eyes, but I only glared at him silently through the gleaming eye slits of my Henvokrenite helmet. Then he began to speak in that smooth voice of his.

"You do realise that what you- Aaaah!"

My seven-foot tall form lunged to the side- away from the throne to grab the real, and invisible Loki by the ankle, swung him overhead and down to the ground like the snake that he was. And just to be certain, I did it five more times in quick succession, one for each word he spoke- breaking the throne room floor with his face and back as I did. The Loki on the throne disappeared in a haze of green light as I glowered down at the real Loki laying on the ground with the Gungnir spear clattering somewhere in the back.

Whatever trickery he had planned was now over as well, [Detect Life] was such a useful enchantment.

"Rule number one when dealing with Lokis: Don't let them talk." I advised him as I materialised a pair of vibranium cuffs around his ankles, "Speak another coherent word, even in response to anyone's prompting, and I'll swing you against the ground until you break."

Loki gave a tentative and pained nod.

And as if not expecting for me to do that, it was only then did the platoon of elite guards begin to charge at me. A casual cone of [Disintegrate Equipment] later, I watched in bemusement as they slowed to a halt as their spears and armour all turned to dust and fell from them. Their dumbfounded looks turned to one of fear as- with a wave of my arm- I sprayed a massive gout of searing flame just over their heads.

"Whoever wishes to be burned alive as an example to the others, kindly step forward." I informed them. And the elite guards, the tops of their hairs slightly singed, glanced at one another and settled on glaring at me as they covered their privates with their hands.

"Who… Who are you to stride into the Throne room of Asgard and merely take what you wish?" One of them muttered in an oddly lyrical tone, a fair-skinned woman with graceful hourglass curves and long red hair. She was doing her best to both look dignified while also keeping her full D-cups from spilling her from the arm she was covering them with… and was doing a good job at it.

"I am Hevnokren, the Dragon of Conquest." My rumbling voice reminded them, "And Your palace, your king, your greatest warriors and all your backup kings have been… disabled. Asgard is beset by the armies of Jotunheim, your own meagre armies too weak from the civil war to fight this war. Whether I call on my army of hundreds of thousands to reinforce Asgard- helping you into a Golden Age, or I order them all to pillage this pitiful realm and enslave all its inhabitants depends on how obedient you all are in the next hour."

And from their hesitant looks, it seemed like they understood how small Asgard was compared to the rest of the universe.

"Go get dressed." I commanded them, "Gather the entire populace like it was arranged to be on Thor's coronation. Tell them that the Odin's youngest after Loki will be taking the throne now. Honestly, how the Asgardian people haven't gone extinct from how there are less than a million of you there are, I do not know."

And they went to do so- doing their best to look dignified while butt naked… All except for the busty redhead who simply stood where she was- a hand crossed over the full creamy soft globes of her chest, and another slid down between her thighs.

"You are a very intriguing person, Lord Hevnokren." She admitted with a sultry smile, "We haven't heard much about the man behind the deeds. Care to reveal more about yourself?"

Someone was a turboslut, it seems.

"Do you have a name, Einherjar?" I responded- ignoring her question. And that seemed to earn a brief look of confusion over her features before being quickly subsumed under a sultry smile of her plump rose red lips.

"Call me, Lei, my lord." She breathed- batting her green eyes and suggestively shifting her slender hands around- flashing a hint of rosy nipple and her naked slit at me, and finally recognising who this slutty redhead was.

"Ah, I see now." I nodded- leering at her naked and voluptuous body up and down. "Lorelei."

And immediately, she stiffened like a board at the sound of her name being uttered.

"Lorelei, the enchantress." My rumbling voice began, tapping my Hevnokrenite mace to the chin of my helmet in consideration, "The same sorceress that rose up against Asgard a few hundred years ago. The one who enthralled an army of men across the Nine Realms with the mystical power of her voice. And with them, tore down kings and kingdoms before Odin managed to imprison you. And now, hundreds of years later- in the chaos of the Asgardian civil war- you found yourself free of your cell... Likely masquerading as an Einherjar to get close to Loki and look for a way off this realm to resume your bewitching ways, I believe."

And she seemed to relax at that.

"Well, you have me at a severe disadvantage…" Lorelei admitted- coming closer to me with her swaying hips and a sultry smile. "...however, I did not detect a hint of judgement in your voice. Did you like the work I did?"

My bony dragonplate helmet nodded as she placed the hand- the same one that she had been covering her generous D-cups with- on my chest plate instead. Her slender fingers tracing symbols on the cool dragonbone of my armour. Nothing magical though, just flirty tracing. Smart of her. If she was hostile, I would have

"You're unafraid to exercise your gift in sorcery, that much I approve of." I nodded, unphased. "The territories of Sakaar also has need of skilled administrators and governors, and you have experience."

The Space Stone may have granted us great amounts of intelligence, communication and transportation magicks. But until Raiden Ei can stop being dead and provide us with more advanced magic-based artificial intelligences, I was stuck with the worthy and capable sluts I find in the wild.

"You want to place me in a position of power?" Lorelei asked as she adopted a contemplative look- raising her other hand to her hip and shamelessly baring herself- the small wispy tuft of red decorating her exposed feminine lips.

"Yes, after all, I have an entire universe to conquer." I disclose to the still-naked woman, "I have no interest in staying around to lord over the lives of weaklings- guiding what they should be doing day-after-day. That's where my women come in. Should they choose to do so."

When you're playing 'wide' with an expansionist civilization, you can never have too much administrative capacity. Because regardless of whether a planet is forged into a utopia or an empire, there is always a need for someone who I know to always be planetside to relay my demands and threats to the population of that planet. So, putting whatever administratively-inclined women I own to that job seemed like the best idea. And Lorelei was quick to realise that, because she shot an incredulous look at me- as if she wasn't believing what she was hearing.

"Do you offer every beautiful woman you come across with high ranking positions in your organisation?" She questioned- her tone just as incredulous as her expression.

"My women who are skilled in administration, yes." I emphasise before lifting up my helmet and biting her on the shoulder. And there it was, just five minutes before my Brand formed on her shoulder and made her mine for all eternity.

"Oh…" She winced slightly, but didn't lose her coy smile- not understanding what I just did, "Animalistic, are you?"

"And now, you're one of those women." I responded- placing my helmet back on, "So, no games with other men from you."

"But what if I want to play games? You'd let me, yes?" She pouted her perfect red lips innocently.

"Then you'll be my pretty little songbird in a gilded cage…" My deep voice stated simply- a knife's edge of a warning hidden in it, "A songbird that has no need for its wings, or its legs or even its eyes."

That seemed to give her pause- a full thirty seconds as her emerald green eyes searched my own blood-red eyes.

"I understand." She finally sighed as if chiding herself for having expected less from someone like me.

"You had better." I nodded as I sat down on the steps that led up to the throne and detached my codpiece, "Now put those breasts of yours to good use."

"As you wish." The redhead smirked as she slid down to her knees- wrapping my shaft between her firm D-cups tipped with rosy nipples. Like being wrapped in a warm pillow covered in smooth silk, the redhead certainly had the breasts for job. And she was also experienced in giving titjobs too, her slender hands pushed them close around my thick shaft. The bulbous head sticking out from her cleavage and pressing against her rosy lips every time her soft titflesh met the base of my cock.

"Hev, who is this?" A familiar feminine voice calmly questioned- her footsteps echoing across the throne room as she walked over to us.

"I am Lorelei." the redhead answered, not even slowing down her frankly excellent titfuck as she glanced over her shoulder to the new arrival, "A very skilled Asgardian sorceress who also administrative skill. And you must be Sylvie, I've heard so much about you. The merciful governess of Sakaar with her fleet of aid ships and her generous heart the size of a realm."

Sylvie seemed almost angry at that- likely because there was only room for one smug, deceptive, and back-stabbing enchantress in Asgard. Which only reinforced my decision to keep Lorelei away instead.

"She's a new recruit." I added as my gauntleted hand pushed Lorelei's head down- holding her pouty red lips against the tip of my large cock.

"Put that mouth to use as well while I discuss things with Sylvie." I growled at her, and Lorelei obediently began servicing me with her mouth as well- the combination of her hot mouth and soft cleavage proving to be a winning formula for bringing about the mood to talk.

I nodded at the blonde who was currently aiming a look of displeasure at the redhead servicing me.

"Sylvie, the throne is yours." My deep voice calmly spoke- straight to the point and over the sound of Lorelei's slurping at my cock, "Loki over there was gracious enough to relinquish it without so much of a fight."

And Sylvie's jaw slackened as her blue-green eyes gazed up at the empty Throne of Asgard as if only realising just now that it was there.

"High Queen Sylvie Odinsdottir, Ruler of the Nine Realms, Governess of the Sakaarian Territories." She breathed with wonder as- with the Staff of Magnus in hand- she donned her full outfit in a light show of green light. Golden horned circlet, a grand green and black robes over her black leathers. Her blue-green eyes stared at the throne as she climbed the steps before glancing at the Loki still lying on his back.

"My thanks for keeping the throne warm for me, Brother." She smiled sweetly at him as she settled onto the throne. "That was very thoughtful of you. With father still in Odinsleep, and mother distraught about it… they will be so proud of how humble you were to abdicate your throne to me."

Loki seemed to want to voice his utter confusion at how Sylvie was related to him, but he noticed how my blood red-eyes were eyeing at him expectantly, so he clamped his mouth shut. How fortunate for him, because I was waiting to follow up with my threat of breaking him against the floor. I waved a gauntleted hand at the former king- the Power Stone teleporting him in a holding cell in the Dragon Cabin until I could figure out what to do with him. With that one loose end dealt with, I turned my head towards Brunnhilde who had just arrived- my blood-red eyes leered at her expectantly.

"I hope you brought that lube." I reminded her.

"You were serious about that!?" Sylvie sputtered- her dignified moment broken.

"You know that it will look better in the eyes of the Asgardian populace if you were as much of a 'victim' of the warlord Hevnokren's brutality as the rest of them are." I explained, "Playing to that bleeding heart persona you have established for yourself, being anally violated as you're publicly taking up the throne is the best way to achieve that."

"You could just strike me in public…" Sylvie muttered in return. She acknowledged that she did need to look like the victim, now she was only bargaining how much she could get away with. And, Lorelei couldn't help but chortle around my cock in humour.

"Well Sylvie, you have until Lorelei makes me cum to figure out a way to make yourself more acceptable in the eyes of the Asgardian public." I graciously counselled her before turning my eyes towards the red-head's emerald green eyes.

"And as for you, Lorelei…" I addressed the newly-captured redhead who had her fantastically soft breasts moving up and down my large shaft, "I have a project on Earth that requires your insight as it falls in your area of expertise. A temporary job for you to prove that I can hand you real power and a real world to rule."

At my serious tone, Lorelei disconnected her full rosy lips from the tip of my cock.

"Colour me intrigued." She replied with an interested smile, and I scoffed.

"Keep that up, and I'll colour you white instead." My deep voice warned her, and that only made Lorelei push her delicious D-cups tighter around my shaft. Her emerald eyes looking up at me with a pleading gleam to them.

"Won't you please?" Lorelei cooed- as she sped up the pace her soft tits were moving up and down my shaft. And that was enough to push me over the edge. With a grunt, the soft, smooth skin of Lorelei's pretty face was covered with my cum. The thick white liquid clung to her red eyebrows, smeared across her cheeks and over her rosy lips in thick gooey ropes. At least, just before her tongue darted out to lap wherever it could reach. And just as she did that, my Company Smartphone vibrated with a notification.

Capture Confirmed!

Name: Lorelei

World: MCU (with TVA)

Effective Waifu Tier: Tier 6

Credits earned: 30

Current Credits: 63

"Well, with my erection temporarily sorted out, let's go 'legitimize' your rule with some public painal." I casually mentioned to Sylvie as I stood up to my full height and reattached my codpiece.

"Wait, we don't have to do the whole painal thing!" Sylvie bargained once again, "We can go talk to my parents! If we can wake up father, I can convince him to make me High Queen in front of Asgard!"

I considered it for a moment. It shouldn't take that much longer than the ceremony, and I found that there was a non-zero chance that I would end up fucking Odin's wife in front of him because he said something stupid. Not that I needed an excuse to rape Frigga, but she was a bit too old for my tastes. However, revenge-fucking had an appeal all on its own, and that sold me on Sylvie's plan.

"Alright, let's go see Odin and Frigga so that we can get their blessing to crown you." I announced as I willed some plain green robes over Lorelei's body using the Reality Stone as we began walking down the hall. As was usually the case in castles and fortresses, the master bedroom of the king shouldn't be too far from the throne room itself.

"You… wouldn't happen to have anything that would wake father from his Odinsleep, would you?" Sylvie asked as she fell in step beside me, while Lorelei did the same. And I only shot the blonde an impatient look as we turned the corner.

"You know that his problem is mana exhaustion, and you could have just let him borrow the Magicka Regen ring that I gave you and he'd wake up at a third or even a fourth of the time required, right?" I pointed out. I wouldn't have known that too if I didn't have the Company perks [Soul Talent] and [Blessed Talent] giving me an intuitive grasp on magic. But the comment still earned a matching pair of incredulous looks from the two sorceresses.

"It can even do that?" / "May I have one too, Hevnokren?"

"Yes, it can. Yes, you can have one, but later." I answered both of them just as we walked up to massive bedroom doors that looked like it was made of solid gold. The pair of Einherjar guards in their black laquered full plates crossed their spears over the doors and blocked our way.

"I'm here to wake Odin with my healing magicks. Open the doors." My rumbling voice announced to them. But they didn't move a muscle.

"None save for King Loki may enter!" One of them announced. And I simply rolled my eyes and flicked my wrist in his direction, embedding an icicle as thick as a man's thigh into the wall right beside the guard's head.

"You're going to watch me walk through those doors." I retorted, "Now you can watch with all your limbs intact or none of them."

"Mother, please have them open the doors!" Sylvie called out to the golden doors. "We can rouse father from the Odinsleep."

And that surprised me as much as it did for the guards- that Sylvie was revealing her heritage to the public. But despite that, they did not budge, but they were notably less certain than they did a while ago. And for a few seconds, nothing happened, and I was about to Shout the doors open along with the guards, but an elderly woman's voice echoed out from behind the doors.

"Let them in." Frigga's tired voice ordered them, and the guards immediately moved their spears out of the way and opened the door for us. Golden walls, golden floors, golden bed. Odin loved the colour, it seemed. His massive bed was at the centre of the room, a dome of golden energy covering him and the bed he lay on. The aged blonde Frigga, in a periwinkle blue dress, sat beside the bed and held onto her comatose husband's hand.

"Odin. Frigga." I greeted them evenly.

"You must be Hevnokren." Frigga greeted back with a weary smile- utterly unintimidated by my seven-foot-tall frame of muscle and dragonbone striding over to her.

"I am, but before we can continue on to our business, Odin needs to be fully awake for this…" My deep voice confirmed before extending an open hand to the blonde beside me, "Your Magicka ring, Sylvie."

"R-right." She stammered as she slipped off the silver ring, and placed it on my hand. It was one of the items that I had carried over from Skyrim. Thankfully, the [Warranty Plan] also had a provision to return items that were on dead waifus, or else this would have stayed atomised alongside the Staff of Magnus when Sylvie and Brunnhilde fought Captain Marvel.

"Are you certain that such a thing would work?" Frigga sighed softly- simply staring at Odin's comatose form as I slipped the ring onto his finger, "We've tried so many things over the centuries, but the Odinforce cannot be replenished by anything other than Odinsleep."

My red eyes rolled in exasperation.

"It'll hasten his recovery process four times over, but since I'm also feeling impatient…" I trailed off as I pulled out a [Potion of Restore Magicka], and immediately upturned the contents of the blue potion into the comatose Asgardian king's mouth before anyone could react. And just as Frigga and Sylvie was about to try and pull me away, Odin choked and sputtered as he sat up from his bed- flecks of blue liquid coughed onto his long grey beard.

"My Love, you wake!" Frigga was the first to exclaim as Odin continued to clear his throat- his lone blue eye looking at me.

"Hevnokren, Lorelei." He greeted us both before looking over to Sylvie, and his tone of voice softened considerably- almost wistfully.

"Loki." He greeted her- the slightest of smiles on his face as Sylvie paled at her identity being revealed, and the blonde Goddess of Mischief aimed her eyes at her mother.

"You told him?" Sylvie whispered Frigga, and the older woman merely smiled.

"He always knew, Loki." She whispered back, still holding onto Odin's hand.

"I did." Odin calmly confirmed, "Frigga merely shared your origins after I had brought it to her, it was not difficult to ascertain your true identity as you were not actively hiding your identity after all. It was as if you were hoping to be found out."

Sylvie stayed silent, but her pink lips in a watery smile- just the glimmer of tears in her blue-green eyes as Frigga extended a hand to her. And Sylvie practically collapsed into them- wrapping her arms around Odin and Frigga as she whispered "I'm home."

"Welcome home, my daughter." I heard Odin whisper gently as the three of them embraced. What a touching family reunion. The long-lost princess of Asgard, after being taken from her home, has finally found her way back. It was easy to forget that apart from being a Loki, Sylvie was a rare case where she actually had a healthy relationship with her parents.

Lorelei and I shared a bored look.

"And what of your counterpart?" Odin spoke, a touch of concern in his voice as he and Sylvie broke from the hug.

"In a cell." Sylvie easily answered- wiping her tears away with her green cloak, "He was going to use the full power of the Bifrost to destroy Jotunheim as an example."

"It was as I feared then." The Allfather muttered- likely having foreseen such an outcome just from knowing how Loki was. He looked Sylvie in the eye, "Then you wish to take the Throne of Asgard for yourself… what would you do if I said no?"

He was testing her, and I was curious as to what Sylvie would say…

"I would apologise. For I am nowhere near strong enough to protect you…" Sylvie muttered as her blue-green eyes glanced from Odin's blue eyes to my own blood-red ones. "... from him."

And there I stood with my shadow looming over the happy family like some obelisk of muscle, dragonplate and rape.

"Yes, I am a man who is quickly tiring of Asgardian politics." My deep voice rumbled with the not-so-subtle threat of violence, "And every second we waste with this back and forth, the more tempted I am to simply enslave every Asgardian here, and tear down this headache of a realm."

Odin sighed as he sat up at the edge of his bed, still in his sleepwear, but still very much the Allfather.

"And being the powerful and wrathful dragon that you are, Hevnokren, I do not doubt that you would do so." He conceded, "You would be the true ruler of Asgard. What would you make of it? The same anarchy that you had founded on Sakaar? Or worse than that?"

And that partially-surprised me for a pair of reasons: That Odin kept up with the news of the galaxy enough to be aware of the Sakaar's military might, and that he was willing to just roll over and let me take Asgard.

"Father, Hev is more complicated than that." Sylvie tried to defend me, and likely spun a misdirection of how I really was. But I was feeling impatient, so I interrupted her. "He-"

"I will take what I want, yes. But less than you think." I answered, "The sum of Asgardian technological expertise and magical knowledge. And every Asgardian citizen who wishes to take an active part in my fleet as we loot and plunder the galaxy will be welcomed. As for the rest of you, I have no interest in dictating how the rest of Asgardian society would live their lives. "

I glanced at Sylvie who sat beside Odin.

"Sylvie will be the one to decide that." I concluded.

"I see…" Odin muttered with a hum of contemplation- shifting his gaze to meet Sylvie's hesitant one. "And what guarantee would I have in you, my daughter, that the realm would prosper under your rule?"

And just as Sylvie went to open her big mouth to spout off another great lie, I beat her to it- not wanting the conversation to be any longer than it had to be.

"Her vanity. Her ego. Her pride." I answered for her, and her blue-green eyes looked at me with incredulity. "She would not allow herself to be a poor High Queen of Asgard. Oh, she will certainly abuse her power, and she will not be the perfect ruler. But her vanity will not allow Asgard to fall into ugly ruins under her rule. Her ego would not permit her citizens to do anything else but worship her with all their hearts. And her pride will not let her rule be anything less than a Golden Age for Asgard."

All four of them- Odin, Frigga, Sylvie and Lorelei- shot me an incredulous look as if they can't believe how I'm spinning Sylvie's worst qualities as good things.

"But more than that, she's your best and only chance now." my deep, rumbling voice counselled to him, "You've lied to Asgard and you've lied to your children, Odin. Sometimes outright, sometimes by omission, but you have lied all the same. Yes, you have your reasons, but their anger will still take time to simmer down. But not Sylvie, she holds an affection for you two that rivals that of Thor's. So, you can push away the last child who still loves you, or you can give her a chance."

And just like that, I was tired of talking- my mace hand itching for violence.

This was the most that I've used [Communication Talent] for, and I still very much preferred merely beating people into submission rather than talking to them. So, if that didn't convince them to give me what I want, I'm pushing Frigga face down on the bed and fucking her until she went cross-eyed right before her husband's eyes… right before dragging Sylvie to the ceremony for some painal as was originally planned.

"Very well." Odin sighed- taking Sylvie's small hand in his and looking his daughter in her eyes as his solemn voice reassured her, "You have my blessing to take the throne and ascend to become the High Queen of Asgard. But allow me to make myself clear, I do not approve of Hevnokren. But… fathers rarely approve of the men their daughters bring home."

"Thank you." Sylvie gushed as she wrapped her father in a hug which he returned. Well, that was simultaneously a relief and a disappointment. I have better things to do apart from violating an old lady out of spite. Even if Frigga had that gilf energy.

"And here I thought you were going to anger me enough to beat you to death in front of your family." I laughed despite not joking one bit.

"I know what it's like to be a short-tempered conqueror who is quick to resort to violence, Hevnokren." Odin calmly replied with a ghost of a smile. "But I can take comfort in the fact that you will at least take care of my daughter."

Then a crisp knocking from the grand golden doors echoed out.

"My lady Frigga, the citizens have been gathered for your youngest's coronation." a female Einherjar spoke through the door, "Just as Hevnokren had commanded."

"We shall grace it with our presence soon enough." Odin grunted out as he stood up.

"My liege!" the Einherjar exclaimed with great surprise, "You're awake!"

"Yes, announce that I will be handling my daughter's coronation myself." Odin shouted back to the Einherjar through the doors. Well, this took an unexpected turn. A lot more wholesome (with a lot less anal) than I had first intended Sylvie's coronation to be, but whatever works, I suppose.

"Speaking of your children, I will be returning Loki to you." I announced- drawing both Odin's and Frigga's, "I'm sure Asgard can be trusted in holding him securely."

And by that, I meant that Loki was likely going to escape and cause trouble somewhere. Likely end up on Earth too, because honestly, that's where the largest concentration of power will be soon enough, and that's going to draw Loki like a moth to a flame.

"As for Thor… we gave him enough." I continued with a nod, "Some food, water and a few beers to ease the initial pain of exile. An Ardennes horse to aid his search for his place on Midgard and enough money to start a new life."

Because having the God of Thunder die of thirst in the New Mexico desert that Odin banished him to- although funny- was less than ideal for me. If Thor dies, that will be 80 Company Credits that I will not be able to Capture in the future, and I wanted every Company Credit that I can get my hands on. Thor was going to live, and he was going to stay on Earth where I can easily Capture him with the rest of the waifus and husbandos.

"You have our thanks for looking after our sons too, Hevnokren." Frigga smiled with sincere gratitude- likely glad to hear that all her children were going to be safe in their own ways, even Odin nodded in acknowledgement.

"Thanks, Hev." Sylvie whispered as the slender blonde gave an affectionate hug around my midsection. "This admittedly ended up being better than anything I had planned."

Wait, why does it feel like I'm the good guy here? I'm sure that will change in time when they find out what I did to Sif though. Speaking of time… I lifted up my Company Smartphone to find that my allotted hour on Asgard was almost up.

== ] C [ ==

Time remaining off Sakaar before mission failure:

11 HOURS, 53 MINUTES, 44 SECONDS.

== ] C [ ==

"I must go." I announced to them all, "I will not be attending the coronation as that will send mixed signals and I've spent too much time here anyway. But I will send a shipment of potions to ensure as much of the forces that I've injured will be able to attend it."

Because it was important to let people know who was the boss of the boss in this place. And I'm sure they'll need Heimdall as well, can't keep him blind after all.

"Hevnokren." Odin nodded- just the slightest hint of begrudging respect in his voice.

"Odin, Frigga." I nodded back to each of them before looking at Sylvie with an amused smirk, "High Queen Sylvie Odinsdottir."

"Hev." She smiled back, glancing over her shoulder to find her parents walking off to their dressing room. And seeing that, the blonde Goddess of Mischief smirked at Lorelei before tugged on her black top to flash her perky pink-tipped B-cup breasts at me in full view of the redhead as Sylvie winked mischievously at me, "Thanks again, I'll come visit after the coronation to show you how the High Queen of Asgard is better at it."

The redhead seemed to take that personally- crossing her arms under her larger breasts, but Sylvie's smirk merely turned even more smug from having gotten a rise from the bustier enchantress.

"Yes, I'll see you then." I grinned- highly amused at the brewing catfight, "Lorelei, let's go."

[Sakaar]

And with a flash of blue light of the Space Stone, Lorelei and I were teleported back to Sakaar right in the throne room.

I immediately checked the time, and found that I had lost a little over an hour.

== ] C [ ==

Time remaining off Sakaar before mission failure:

11 HOURS, 51 MINUTES, 19 SECONDS.

== ] C [ ==

My sigh of frustration was more like a hiss.

Just a bit longer… Just that bit longer before I find a way to project my power to the corners of the universe without ever leaving Sakaar. And when that occurs, this timer will no longer be so great of a barrier to my conquest- not even the Kree and Nova Empires will be able to slow down the Dread Armada.

This universe was on a countdown clock to me attaining a critical mass of magical power from a dozen different directions, and it was all thanks to the brilliant magical talent that I had collected so far.

Truly, assembling HYDRA has been one of the most productive things I've done.

Johanna had pioneered harnessing and storing Tesseract-Energy that was bordering Stark's Arc Reactor- only vastly easier to manufacture and distribute. And that was only scratching the surface of what she was looking into! The Space Stone was a gateway technology to near infinite possible applications via space-manipulation that exploited loopholes in physics. Faster-than-Light communications, Portal technology, molecular density manipulation, and even multiversal travel.

Mona was looking into advanced forms of Astrology and Divination through the use of the Space Stone and Vibranium. The type of magicks that could very well make me an All-Seeing Dragon that could peer into the past, present and future of entire planets. And perhaps, later on, it would upgrade my [Clairvoyance] spell into one that gave me step-by-step objectives to achieve my goals- a sort of Path to Victory, if you will.

Raiden Ei had paved the way for magic-based AI or- in other words- she was outright creating fake souls from nothing. I regret how the girl had chosen to binge-play the PSone instead of joining my HYDRA when we could have been playing God (large G) and breathing literal new life into objects that should not have souls… among other things. The nigh unbeatable Jojocos- who thrashed the greatest martial artists this universe had ever seen- were only the beginning of its application.

Albedo and Sucrose were now in the process of setting up to mass produce the improved alchemical version of the Captain America's Super Soldier Serum. One of human medicine's holy grails that so many governments on earth had searched in vain for so many decades… was going to be given out like candy to people of my choosing. And that was but the start of our venture into Alchemy research.

Klee was trail-blazing with frightening new ways to make things explode harder. Experimenting with the Infinity Stones, the eight-year-old had been venturing into making explosives using energies from the Power Stone and the Reality Stone. And it was equally odd and hilarious to see Klee almost… orgasmic as she made breakthrough after breakthrough in that area.

At the moment, I had a notable familiarity in all their research thanks to Company Skills like [Science Talent], [Soul Talent] which grant me unparalleled learning ability for science and magic respectively. And one day, I would be able to surpass them in their fields all at the same time. But today was not that day. And all those were on top of things that I had been able to cook up myself thanks to my affinity to Proto-Adamantium and Uru. Headways into Smithing, Enchanting, Alchemy and Spellmaking that I had yet to reveal.

And one particular waifu who was instrumental in the research of projecting my power at a distance without leaving Sakaar. I was going to meet her within the hour, and if it proved as fruitful as we expected, it will spell the end of ever worrying about how much time I had left on Sakaar.

Just a doctor's appointment with my favourite sexy physician-scientist: Dr. Lucifina Zee.

I can hardly wait.

Wait, where was Klee?

[New Mexico, USA]

"Unworthy. That's what Father called me." Thor muttered as he took a heavy gulp from his beer can. The crackle of the campfire momentarily lit up the face of his drinking buddy, and the cool air of the New Mexico evening. "Unworthy of the realm, unworthy of my titles, and unworthy of Mjolnir."

"Klee doesn't know what 'unworthy' is, but it sounds plenty bad." The little child agreed as she sipped on her hot chocolate- spilling a drop of her hot drink onto her red coat.

"Yes, little one, it is plenty bad." He commiserated- running a hand through his blond hair. But he was grateful for her company, regardless of how much it said so much about his current situation when a passing child from Sakaar proved to be valuable company to him. A testament to how utterly alone he was.

"But why did your father call you mean names?" Klee asked in that innocent voice of hers.

"He was very angry, as was I." Thor sighed, "So angry that I brought civil war to Asgard and rose up in rebellion against him. But only because he lied to us all, and he refused to retaliate against Jotunheim and…!"

"I'm sorry…" his young, long-eared companion apologised, "Klee doesn't know what those words mean."

"Let's say that I broke some stuff and hurt some people." Thor admitted, "But my father wasn't any better either. I just wanted to do what was right for the people of Asgard."

He wasn't even angry anymore. He didn't want to have caused a civil war, but the Frost Giants needed to be shown that Asgard was not to be trifled with.

"Klee knows what it's like." she nodded sagely, taking another sip of her hot chocolate, "When Klee breaks stuff that I'm not supposed to when I'm trying to make Monstadt safe from hilichurls, I get told to stay in my special room to 'reflect on my mistakes.'"

Ah, yes. Being grounded. Thor recalled the many, many times that he had been grounded when he was younger as well- mostly thanks to Loki's antics.

"But they let you out." He nodded, "I do not believe that Father will ever allow me back onto Asgard."

"The important thing is that you don't get into trouble while reflecting!" Klee enthused, "No matter how angry Jean was with me when she makes me reflect on my mistakes, she always took me out for grilled fish after. I think your father will be like that too!"

And Thor couldn't believe that.

"Can it truly be that simple?" he asked. He wanted to believe that, but he simply could not… "Do you believe that, if I behave while I am to reflect on my actions, Father would… he would let me home? But it wouldn't change a thing though. After all the fights we've had?"

So desperate was he that he- the mighty Thor- was looking to a child for advice. But Klee only seemed to smile knowingly.

"When Jean makes me reflect on my mistakes, she always says that it makes her sad and reflect on her own mistakes too. Because she cares too." She recalled with a slight nod- her ruby-red eyes looking into her mug full of hot chocolate.

"Yes, I believe that is something Father would do as well." He couldn't help but concede. "If this is truly the path that father had laid out to me. That I must walk Midgard to reflect on my actions… I can only hope that perhaps one day, when I prove myself worthy of Asgard, Father and I can talk rather than fight."

Reaching over, he gently patted Klee over the head with his large hand.

"Thank you for your wisdom, little rabbit child." He said, the gratitude in his voice was sincere. There truly was nothing like the simple wisdom that springs from the innocence of a child.

"Thank you for the hot chocolate, Mr. Thor!" She responded, and Thor couldn't help but smile at how the gratitude in her voice was likewise sincere. "I have to go now. I have to be a good girl for when Johanna comes back, and come home before bed time."

And Thor couldn't help but smile widely at that.

"Tell her that Thor Odinson personally thought that Klee was a good girl." He cheered for her. "And that she is an great mother as well."

"I will when she comes back. Here, take this for good luck and fluffiness!" Klee chirped as she held out a small round stuffed toy of a rabbit sitting in a red sack to him,"It's a Mini Jumpy Dumpty, but it's almost as strong as my first Super Jumpy Dumptys!"

"Yes, if I encounter any black-hearted knaves, I shall have this brave animal ward them off." Thor guffawed as he held the soft and fluffy gift alot over his head like he once did with Mjolnir. "Rwar!"

"No!" Klee protested as she threw her arms high over her head, "It goes BWOOM!"

"Ah yes, Bwoom!" Thor laughed, nodding his head as he played along- raising the toy once again, "Like thunder!"

"Yes! Like thunder!" Klee grinned in awe as if he finally understood before a little watch on her wrist chimed like a small bell- catching her attention, "Oh, I really have to go now~"

"Bye-bye, Mr. Thor!" She waved cheerfully at him as she walked through a shimmering blue portal.

"Fare thee well, Klee." Thor smiled as he waved at her, "I hope our paths cross once again in the future."

And with that, the portal closed, and Thor was once again left all alone. Then he looked down into his hand to the small round stuffed toy given to him.

Well, perhaps not all alone.

Smiling softly, he attaching the 'Mini Jumpty-Dumpty' to his pack, Thor stood up from the campfire, put on his 'cowboy' hat, and with renewed purpose, jumped onto his horse. He felt like a new man. A new man trying to find his worth in the world. Looking for a way to be worthy again. And with a newfound determination in his heart, he rode off into the dawn sun that was peeking just over the horizon.

To the mysterious land of the lone star, to the realm that they call 'Tex As.'

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