Herobrine in Marvel...again

Before Gaia could respond, another disturbance entered the scene.

"Hello, guys!"

A new voice—deep, smug, and infuriatingly amused.

Herobrine and he was not alone.

Dragging behind him, looking very much like they had been in a fight, were Lucifer and Luceris—the two embodiments of pride who were very clearly not getting along.

Lucifer was glaring daggers at her counterpart, while Luceris, the demonic version, was sitting smugly on Herobrine's arm.

"Tch! I told you I'm the original!" Lucifer huffed, crossing her arms.

Luceris giggled, pressing herself against Herobrine. "Maybe, but I was crafted from you~ So doesn't that make me the improved version?"

Lucifer twitched. "You—!"

Before another divine catfight could begin, Lilith clapped her hands in excitement.

"Oh! Herobrine!" She beamed, her eyes sparkling with intentions that were anything but pure.

She sauntered over, completely ignoring Lucifer and Luceris, and wrapped her arms around Herobrine's, pressing herself against him.

Herobrine stepped forward, a smug grin on his face as his glowing white eyes met Lilith's sultry red ones.

"Welcome, Lilith." He spread his arms theatrically. "Just in time for the rituals to begin."

"Oh, darling~," she purred, wrapping herself around his arm like a serpent. "You say that as if I would ever miss the chance to see you in action."

From the side, Gaia chuckled, a soft, knowing laugh, as she watched Lilith fawn over her husband. There was a certain smug pride in her gaze, watching the succubus be so easily charmed by HER man.

Ignia, standing beside Gaia, watched with a smile of her own. Her fiery golden eyes twinkled mischievously as she chimed in, her voice teasing yet affectionate.

"Fufu~ Looks like you have your plate full, my love," she purred. "I don't think Agni will mind another mother joining the family…"

Herobrine paused for a second, before chuckling darkly, imagining the inevitable conversation.

He could already picture it—Agni standing before him, arms crossed, a demanding pout on her face.

"Papa, if you wanna marry her, I want at least three carts of cotton candy, a dragon egg, and— wait, no—TWO dragon eggs! And a flaming phoenix plushie!"

Herobrine smirked at the thought.

Lilith, sensing amusement, tilted her head. "Hmm? What has got you smiling like that?"

He just grinned wider, shaking his head.

"Nothing. Just mentally preparing myself for the bribe negotiations."

(Somewhere in the Palace)

Odin tiptoed cautiously, his blue eyes gleaming with determination as he gazed at the divine stable before him. Inside, Herobrine's Sleipnir—the infamous divine skeleton horse—was being 'dressed' for the wedding rituals.

His brothers, Vili and Ve, were right behind him, their expressions a mix of excitement and pure mischief as they patted Odin on the back, encouraging him with their usual reckless wisdom.

"Odin, if you can ride Sleipnir, then Agni will definitely make you her friend!" Vili whispered, throwing an arm around his brother.

Ve nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! You can even conquer the Ten Realms with it—just like how Herobrine conquered the Solar!"

Odin gulped but then straightened his shoulders, puffing out his chest like a true warrior. Could he really do it?

His brothers, sensing his hesitation, doubled down on their lies encouragement.

"Obviously, you are Odin, the God of War, after all!" they said in unison, their voices dripping with exaggerated confidence.

Odin, now fully believing in his own legend, narrowed his eyes, hands clenching into fists.

"Yes, I will tame Sleipnir! Then Lady Agni will have no choice but to accept me as her friend!"

He already pictured it—Agni, standing there, awestruck, handing him an endless supply of cotton candy as a reward for his bravery. Yes, this was it! His destiny!

Unfortunately, no one told him that Sleipnir had a very strong dislike for small blondes who tried to ride him without permission.

(Inside the Chambers)

Meanwhile, deep inside the divine stables, Sleipnir was locked in a battle of his own.

Standing on his two hind legs, his massive skeletal frame glowing with eerie green fire, he was desperately trying to put on a bow tie and a suit.

"Tch! Curse these bony hooves!" he growled, as the tie slipped from his grip for the ninth time.

His glowing eye sockets narrowed as he glared at the mirror, where his reflection stared back, judging him for his fashion failures.

"Damn it! Maybe I should have accepted Fenrir's help…" he muttered under his breath.

He could already hear that smug wolf's voice: "Need help with a simple tie? Oh, dear, how embarrassing. My paws could do better than your hooves, dear Sleipnir~"

Sleipnir gritted his teeth. No. He could do this. He was a divine steed! He had carried the Herobrine himself! He could

Flop!

The tie fell to the floor again.

Sleipnir groaned, dragging his skeletal hands down his face.

"I swear, if one more thing goes wrong, I'll trample something."

And right at that moment…

Odin, brimming with confidence, kicked the stable door open.

"BEHOLD! I, ODIN, SHALL TAME—"

Sleipnir froze mid-motion, staring at the tiny blonde who had just declared war upon him, a long, tense silence filled the room.

Sleipnir's eye sockets dimmed ominously as he slowly turned his gaze toward Odin.

Odin blinked, still standing in his dramatic pose.

"...Oh."

A single, terrifying thought crossed Sleipnir's mind.

"I AM GOING TO TRAMPLE SOMETHING."

(Outside the Stables)

Vili and Ve, waiting outside, grinned as they heard the stable door creak open.

"Do you think he—"

Then, a blood-curdling scream tore through the palace.

"AaaaAAAAHHHHH!!!"

The two brothers looked at each other, then at the stable door, then at each other again.

(The Stables)

Sleipnir slowly stomped forward, his entire body glowing with ominous green fire, his skeletal frame radiating pure, vengeful energy.

Odin, now realizing he may have made a tactical miscalculation, scrambled backward on all fours, his tiny heart beating like a war drum.

"W-Wait! Sleipnir, great divine steed, let's talk about this!"

But the divine skeleton horse did not listen.

Instead, he cracked his bony knuckles (somehow) and, in the most cold-blooded tone imaginable, said:

"Oh? You want to 'tame' me, little blondie?"

Odin gulped. This was not how heroes' journeys were supposed to go.

Before he could react, a skeletal hoof shot forward and grabbed him by the back of his tiny cape like a misbehaving puppy.

"NOOOO! HELP! VE! VILI! TRAITORS! YOU ABANDONED ME!"

The two older brothers, hiding behind a haystack, pretended not to hear him.

"Well, look at the time!" Vili said, suddenly very interested in his wrist despite not wearing a watch.

"Yeah, we should… uh… go help Mother with something!" Ve added, already slipping away like a criminal in the night.

Sleipnir narrowed his flaming eye sockets at them.

"Oh, no, you don't."

With a terrifying neigh that shook the stable walls, Sleipnir charged.

In less than five seconds, the divine steed had all three Asgardian brothers trapped in his iron grip.

"Now listen here, you little brats."

Odin, Vili, and Ve nodded frantically, eyes wide with terror.

"Since you are so obsessed with me being dressed properly for this wedding," Sleipnir cracked his knuckles again, "then guess what? YOU:RE GOING TO DRESS ME."

A long silence followed.

"...What?" Odin blinked.

Sleipnir grinned, showing off way too many sharp teeth for a horse.

"You heard me. Put the damn suit on me. Now."

"B-But—"

Sleipnir yanked Odin up to his flaming eye sockets.

"NOW."

The three brothers immediately got to work.

(Fifteen Minutes Later)

Vili, Ve, and Odin stood in front of Sleipnir, panting like they had just run a marathon through Muspelheim.

Before them stood Sleipnir, fully dressed in a divine black suit, his flaming green hooves polished to perfection, a sleek bowtie sitting neatly on his bony neck.

The impossibly dashing skeleton horse admired himself in the mirror, nodding in satisfaction.

"Not bad. Not bad at all."

Odin, still sweating bullets, hesitantly asked:

"S-So… does this mean we are friends now?"

Sleipnir turned to him slowly.

"Boy, I am going to stomp you into the afterlife one day."

Odin gave a nervous laugh.

"Hahaha… s-soon? Or, like, in a few decades?"

Sleipnir grinned.

"Surprise."

Odin dropped to his knees.

"NOOOOOOOOO—!"