Marvel: Silver Hand

The golden light of the Bifrost faded, and Alexander stepped onto the gleaming bridge of Asgard. The moment he arrived, Heimdall was already there, his golden eyes stern and watchful.

"You came just in time," Heimdall said, his deep voice steady. "Odin was about to summon you."

Alexander narrowed his eyes. "What happened?"

Heimdall's grip on Hofund, his golden sword, tightened. "Loki has escaped. He has gone to Jotunheim and is assembling an army of Frost Giants to wage war against Asgard."

Alexander frowned, his hands clenching into fists. "And Odin still refuses to kill him?"

"Thor has already spoken against it," Heimdall said. "Odin, too, is reluctant. Even with all of Loki's crimes, they still see him as family."

Alexander scoffed. "Family? He's tried to kill Thor and Odin more times than I can count. How long until they see that Loki only cares about himself?"

"It is not our decision," Heimdall said. "The All-Father commands that Loki be captured, not slain."

Alexander sighed but nodded. He wasn't about to start an argument with Odin All-Father, not now.

"Where is Odin?"

"In the Royal Hall—preparing Asgard's forces."

Without another word, Alexander ignited his divine fire, propelling himself into the air, streaking toward the Royal Palace in a blaze of molten gold and red.

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The doors of the Royal Hall opened, and Alexander stepped inside to see Odin, Thor, and the commanders of Asgard's armies gathered around a massive war map of Jotunheim. The room was tense, warriors and generals discussing strategy in heated voices.

Thor grinned when he saw Alexander. "Ah, brother! Just in time. We were just discussing how to crush Loki's pathetic army."

Odin silenced the room with a single raise of his hand. His one eye locked onto Alexander.

"Loki must be taken alive," he said firmly. "Do you understand?"

Alexander held Odin's gaze, resisting the urge to challenge him. "Fine," he said. "Captured, not killed. But that doesn't mean I won't break him if he resists."

Thor laughed and clapped his back. "That's the spirit!"

Odin nodded, satisfied. "Then we march for Jotunheim at once."

Before they left, Odin pulled Alexander aside. "Before you go, I have a request. We need weapons for our finest warriors. The weapons you forged in Eldrborinn's realm are stronger than ordinary Asgardian steel. Can you create more?"

Alexander smirked. "Give me the metal, and I'll give you something worthy of Asgard's best."

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Odin led Alexander to Asgard's great armory, where he was given the finest Asgardian steel—strong, but nowhere near the level of Uru metal. He took it and opened a portal to Eldrborinn's realm, stepping onto the burning volcanic plains.

In the heart of the volcano, Alexander placed the metal onto the molten forge, channeling both his fire and wraith powers into the material. Sparks flew, the forge roaring to life as he molded swords, spears, and glaives, each one infused with the energy of Eldrborinn's realm.

Celebrimbor's voice echoed in his mind. "Make them weapons of fire and fury, blades that can burn through the frozen flesh of Frost Giants."

Alexander nodded and went to work, hammering away with Turann, his wraith hammer. The metal glowed molten orange, veins of pure heat running through each weapon. After three days of continuous forging, he had crafted twenty weapons—each one a masterpiece.

Eight swords, their edges wreathed in eternal flame.

Ten spears, their tips glowing hotter than the sun.

Two glaives, imbued with searing divine energy, able to melt through armor.

Satisfied, he took the weapons back to Asgard and presented them to Odin.

Odin examined the weapons with approval and handed them to Asgard's elite warriors. Then, with a final command, he turned to Thor and Alexander.

"You two shall lead the charge against Loki's forces."

Alexander and Thor exchanged grins.

The war for Jotunheim had begun.

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The armies of Asgard stood ready at the Bifrost, lined up in perfect formation. Five thousand of Asgard's finest warriors stood shoulder to shoulder, their golden armor gleaming under the light of the realm eternal.

Alexander stood at the front, beside Thor, the Warriors Three (Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg), and Heimdall.

Odin raised his spear, Gungnir, into the sky. "For Asgard!"

The warriors roared in unison.

Heimdall thrust Hofund into the controls of the Bifrost. A massive beam of rainbow light engulfed them, and they were gone.

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The frozen winds of Jotunheim blasted against Alexander's face as the Asgardian army landed in the icy wasteland. Before them stood Loki's army—tens of thousands of towering Frost Giants, their eyes glowing a deep, icy blue.

At their center, standing atop an enormous ice throne, was Loki, his emerald-green cape billowing in the storm. His smirk was pure arrogance.

"Ah, my dear brother," Loki's voice rang out. "And Alexander, our newest Asgardian 'hero.' Come to kneel before your king?"

Alexander growled. "I'd rather die."

Loki sighed dramatically. "Such hostility. Very well." He raised his hand, and his army charged.

Thor threw Mjolnir, obliterating the first wave of Frost Giants. Alexander summoned Turann, leaping into battle with wraith-powered speed.

He slammed Turann into the ground, sending a shockwave of blue and white fire, shattering the ice beneath a dozen Frost Giants. Spears of flame erupted, burning their flesh as they howled in pain.

The battle descended into chaos.

Hogun cut down Giants with brutal efficiency, his mace crushing skulls.

Fandral weaved through enemies, his golden blade dancing like lightning.

Volstagg laughed as he slaughtered, his massive axe cleaving through Frost Giant flesh like butter.

Alexander clashed with a Frost Giant three times his size, dodging a massive ice-covered fist. He summoned Eldhringr, his divine discus, and hurled it, slicing through the Giant's head like a hot knife through butter.

Loki, watching from above, gritted his teeth.

"Enough," he muttered.

A deep, rumbling sound echoed through the battlefield.

The ground shook.

Then, from the heart of the Frost Giant army, a massive siege weapon rose—a colossal ice spear, its tip glowing with raw, frozen magic.

Thor's eyes widened. "By Odin's beard… What is that?"

Alexander growled. "I'll handle it."

The spear fired.

A massive beam of frozen energy shot forward, threatening to wipe out Asgard's army.

Alexander summoned Eldhringr and threw it with all his might.

The divine weapon grew in size, spinning like a burning star as it collided with the frozen beam.

For a moment, fire and ice clashed, a battle of elements. Then—BOOM!

Eldhringr cut through the beam, destroying the spear into thousands of shards. Explosions erupted, sending shards of ice flying.

The battlefield fell silent.

Loki's forces staggered back, fear in their eyes.

Alexander caught Eldhringr, breathing heavily. Then, without missing a beat, he pointed it at Loki.

"Your turn."

Loki's smirk faltered.

The battle was far from over.