Marvel: Silver Hand

The golden streets of Asgard stretched endlessly before him, gleaming under a sky that shimmered like liquid amber.

Alexander walked beside Thor, his wrists still bound in chains of light, but his head was held high.

The Asgardians they passed whispered amongst themselves, their voices a mix of curiosity and admiration. Many bowed in his presence, offering words of reverence.

"Look at his aura…"

"He carries fire like a god."

"Who is he?"

Alexander didn't react outwardly, but inside, he felt an unfamiliar sense of belonging. These people weren't fearing him like those on Earth—they were acknowledging him.

Thor chuckled as he noticed the attention Alexander was receiving. "They seem to like you."

Alexander smirked. "They have good taste."

Thor barked out a laugh. "Let's see if my father shares their opinion."

They approached the Royal Palace, a structure so vast and radiant that even in his wraith-enhanced vision, Alexander couldn't see its end. The golden gates to the Royal Hall swung open, revealing the throne of Asgard.

Atop it sat Odin Allfather.

His one eye, gleaming with the wisdom of millennia, was sharp and calculating. His divine spear, Gungnir, rested in his hand, the very tip of it radiating power that made even Alexander pause for a moment.

As Alexander stepped forward, Odin's expression shifted. His one good eye widened—not in shock, but in recognition.

"…It cannot be."

Odin slowly rose from his throne, his grip on Gungnir tightening.

"Leave us."

His voice was calm, but the weight of his command sent shockwaves through the hall.

Even Thor flinched. "Father, wait—"

"Leave."

Thor hesitated but ultimately sighed. He gave Alexander a wary glance before turning and walking out. The guards followed, shutting the massive doors behind them, leaving only Alexander and Odin.

A heavy silence settled over them.

Odin took a slow breath, his gaze locked onto Alexander like he was staring into the past.

"…Who are you?"

Alexander met his gaze without fear. "My name is Alexander Athos." His eyes burned with divine fire. "I am the descendant of Eldrborinn. Your brother."

Odin's jaw tightened.

Alexander continued, reaching into his cloak. "I was given a message from him—to give to you."

He held up a glowing stone. It pulsed with an ancient energy, runes shifting along its surface like fire trapped in crystal.

Odin stared at it for a long time. Then, slowly, he extended his hand.

As soon as his fingers touched the stone—

The entire hall dimmed. The air became thick with something old.

Alexander could not see what the message was—only that Odin's face darkened with every passing second.

He felt Celebrimbor stir in his mind.

"Odin knows something. But whether it is truth or a deception, I cannot say."

Alexander narrowed his eyes. "I don't trust this old man."

"Wise. But let us see where this leads."

Minutes passed. Odin read in silence, his face an unreadable mask.

Then, finally—he lowered the stone.

His chains fell away.

Odin's voice, when he spoke, was calm, yet absolute.

"Alexander Athos," he said. "You shall be accepted into Asgard."

Alexander's brows furrowed. "Just like that?"

Odin studied him carefully. "You bear the fire of my blood, my brother's blood and my fathers blood. You have walked the path of gods and proven your worth." He stepped closer. "From this day forth, you shall be known as the God of Fire and Smiting."

Alexander's lips parted slightly. A god.

Not just any god—a god of fire.

Odin turned. "But first… I must give you something."

Alexander took a step forward. "Wait—what did the message say?"

Odin paused, then glanced at him over his shoulder. "You do not need to know."

Alexander narrowed his eyes. He could feel Celebrimbor's irritation echoing his own.

But Odin was already walking. "Follow me."

Alexander considered pressing the issue, but something in Odin's tone told him it would be useless.

So, he followed.

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Outside the hall, Thor was waiting.

"Father, is it true?" Thor's blue eyes were unreadable. "Is he Asgardian? Is he really…" His voice trailed off. "Your brother's blood?"

Odin's expression remained steady. "He is."

Thor exhaled. Then, to Alexander's surprise—he laughed.

"Then you are my cousin, in a way." He clapped Alexander on the back. "I like it."

Alexander rolled his eyes. "Great. Can't wait for the family reunions."

Odin shook his head. "Thor, you may do as you wish. Alexander and I have matters to attend to."

Thor raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Fine by me." With that, he lifted Mjolnir and took off, soaring into the sky.

Odin turned. "Come."

They walked.

Down vast, golden corridors. Through ancient halls filled with relics.

Deeper.

And deeper.

Until they reached the lowest levels of the palace.

Before them stood an enormous gate, embedded with runes older than the stars.

Odin raised Gungnir and tapped it against the door.

The runes flared to life.

The door creaked open.

Alexander stepped inside, expecting more treasures, more gold.

But instead—

The room was empty.

His eyes narrowed. "What is this?"

Odin stepped in behind him, the gate sealing shut.

"Your inheritance."

And with those words—

The air around them shifted.

Alexander felt something stir in the depths of the empty room.

Something waiting.

Something powerful.

And for the first time in a long time—

He felt the weight of destiny pressing down upon him.