Marvel: Silver Hand

The golden fields of Asgard stretched beneath Alexander as he soared through the air, his divine fire leaving streaks of glowing embers in his wake. Below, the training grounds sprawled—a vast arena carved from Asgardian stone, where warriors clashed in friendly duels and honed their skills.

In the center stood Thor, the God of Thunder, his mighty figure towering over three other warriors.

The Warriors Three.

Fandral, the golden-haired swashbuckler, ever-smirking with confidence.

Hogun, the grim-faced warrior, his presence as cold as a winter storm.

Volstagg, the massive and boisterous brute, his laughter booming across the field.

As Alexander descended, the heat of his presence sent ripples through the air. The moment his feet touched the stone, the gathered warriors turned toward him.

Thor grinned. "Ah! The new God of Fire arrives!"

Alexander smirked. "Training, huh? Hope I'm not interrupting."

"Not at all!" Thor clapped a hand on his shoulder, nearly shaking him. "Alexander, these are my closest companions—the finest warriors in Asgard."

Fandral swept into an exaggerated bow. "A pleasure, my fiery friend. We've heard much about you."

Hogun gave a slow nod. "We shall see if the rumors are true."

Volstagg laughed, his great belly shaking. "Ha! Any friend of Thor is a friend of mine—though I do hope you fight as well as he says!"

Alexander chuckled. "Only one way to find out."

Thor raised a brow. "Oh? Are you asking for a duel?"

Alexander stretched his arms. "Three duels, actually. I'll take all of you on. At once."

Fandral smirked. "Brave."

Hogun cracked his knuckles. "Foolish."

Volstagg laughed even louder. "I like this one!"

Thor grinned. "Very well! Warriors Three—teach our new brother a lesson!"

The moment the duel began, Fandral dashed forward, blade in hand, striking like a serpent.

Alexander dodged, flames igniting around his body as he twisted away. Before he could counter, Hogun lunged, swinging his massive mace.

Alexander raised his arm—divine fire surged around his forearm like a molten shield—and the mace struck with a resounding BOOM!

The force sent tremors through the arena, but Alexander held firm.

Before he could retaliate, Volstagg came barreling toward him, swinging a battle-axe.

Alexander leapt over him, flipping midair, then unleashed a wave of fire that forced them all back.

Fandral recovered first, sprinting toward him in a blur, his sword flashing in the sunlight.

Alexander snapped his fingers.

A column of fire erupted beneath Fandral's feet, launching him skyward.

Hogun charged again. This time, Alexander sidestepped, his eyes flashing silver as wraith energy seeped into his limbs. He grabbed Hogun's wrist mid-swing and twisted—then delivered a bone-crushing kick to his chest, sending him skidding backward.

Volstagg roared and swung his axe downward with thunderous strength.

Alexander caught it with one hand.

The sheer force of the impact cracked the ground beneath him, but he grinned through the strain—then burst into flames, melting the axe's edge.

With a final motion, he blasted Volstagg off his feet with a fiery shockwave.

Silence filled the arena.

The Warriors Three groaned, lying defeated on the ground.

Alexander dusted his hands. "Not bad."

Thor clapped. "Impressive! You truly have the fire of a god."

Alexander smirked. "Now… how about you?"

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Thor's grin widened. "Hand-to-hand first."

Alexander rolled his shoulders. "Fine by me."

They stepped toward each other, circling, the ground crackling beneath their feet from the sheer pressure of their divine power.

Then—

Thor struck first.

Alexander barely had time to react before a fist like a thunderclap smashed into his face.

The sheer force sent him skidding backward, his boots carving trenches in the stone.

Thor rushed forward, delivering a flurry of blows—each one powerful enough to shatter mountains.

Alexander blocked, dodged, countered where he could—but Thor was relentless.

A fist slammed into his gut, followed by a devastating uppercut that sent him flying.

Alexander flipped midair and landed in a crouch. His breath came in sharp bursts.

Thor was stronger.

But Alexander was not alone.

A ghostly blue aura surged around him as Celebrimbor's wraith energy fused with his divine fire.

His silver eyes burned with power.

Thor charged again.

This time, Alexander vanished.

A blue-and-orange blur, he reappeared behind Thor, slamming a flaming fist into his spine.

Thor stumbled forward—but recovered instantly, swinging with godly speed.

Alexander dodged, ducked, and struck with rapid precision, his blows landing like meteor impacts.

Flames and lightning clashed violently, sending shockwaves across the arena.

Thor grinned, blood dripping from his lip.

"Weapons allowed."

He extended his hand—and Mjolnir flew into his grasp.

Alexander smirked. "Fine."

He lifted his arm, summoning his spectral hammer—Turann.

With a grunt, he hurled it.

Mjolnir met it mid-air—and shattered Turann into pieces.

Alexander frowned.

Thor laughed. "Might want to rethink your strategy!"

Alexander narrowed his eyes.

Then he called forth Eldhringr.

A brilliant light erupted from his forehead, and in a blinding flash, the mighty discus of fire materialized in his grasp.

Thor's expression grew serious.

Alexander twirled Eldhringr once, feeling its immense heat surge through his body.

Then—he threw it.

The discus spun through the air like a blazing sun, meeting Mjolnir in a violent collision.

Fire and lightning clashed in a spectacle of raw power.

The entire sky trembled.

But Eldhringr won.

Mjolnir was blasted backward—Thor barely managed to summon it back in time before Eldhringr came spinning toward his head.

Thor swung Mjolnir in desperation, deflecting the discus at the last second.

Alexander recalled Eldhringr, but as soon as it returned, his grip faltered.

The weapon trembled in his grasp, resisting his control.

Alexander gritted his teeth. Damn it… I still can't fully control it.

Sensing his hesitation, Thor lowered Mjolnir.

He exhaled, stepping forward.

"That weapon," he said, "is truly worthy of Asgard."

Alexander sighed, dispelling Eldhringr. "Yeah… still getting used to it."

Thor laughed, clapping him on the back. "Then you must come drink with us. A warrior's feast is the best way to celebrate a hard-fought battle!"

Alexander smirked. "I won't say no to that."

The Warriors Three cheered. "To victory! To fire and thunder!"

As they made their way to Asgard's feasting hall, Alexander glanced at his hand.

Even now, he could still feel Eldhringr's heat in his blood.

He clenched his fist.

One day… I'll master it completely.

But for now—

A drink with the Asgardians didn't sound too bad.