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DxD Multiverse, Underworld.
When looking back on core memories, depending on their impact, importance, and the mood upon reminiscing, these could be seen as mirages hard to grasp, where, in most cases, only the emotions felt then remain, and the key details escape the beholder's gaze. Other core memories, beyond their age, remain as lit cities during a clear night, where even from space their streets are easy to grasp.
For Rias Gremory, that day when her parents called her to her father's office to share the news of the territory she and Sona Sitri were going to manage, it was one of those memories where even the smell of the room she could describe with outstanding clarity.
It was a core memory rivaled only by her encounters with her beloved, precious peerage and her most sacred moments with her family.
Just as so, like many other supernaturals across the seen and unseen world, she would never forget that pressure, feeling, sensation, dread, and, overall, input overload that the clash of four Dragon God-level entities brought to her fragile heart.
It was like knowing something was dreadfully wrong, yet your body couldn't register the danger. Like a scene of inevitability where the main victim couldn't see the very obvious impending doom, yet you, as an observer, could do nothing but watch and brace your heart, except that it was her body that was the main victim. With her mind and soul, her spirit, she could register the apocalypse, yet her body felt no vulnerability.
It was such an incongruous experience that she would never forget it.
Yet now, after her parents appointed her as the point of contact between the Gremory clan and Urakyoto and experiencing that joy born of pride and aspirations, just like when she and Sona were handed the keys to Kuoh Town, she is met with that same feeling of existential dread again.
It's form—her form was dreadfully misleading. A doll, because she felt more like a doll passing for human than a human passing for a doll—if you could call that appalling being a human—was about a head taller than her waist, yet, packed in that small frame, she could sense an infinite beyond infinites.
She was not projecting waves upon tsunamis of power, no, she was like a lake as vast as a realm, calm, tranquil, yet the weight of infinite water could be sensed even beyond the mundaneness of sight.
That very same world-ending Dragon God was listlessly staring at her in silence.
What does she want?
Why me?
Did I offend her?
Is she mad?
Will she end my kind?
Should I beg for mercy?
Am I allowed to beg for mercy?
Does she not need to blink?
Did I do something wrong?
Why is she not speaking a damn word?!
These and many other expected thoughts from a devil girl in her situation madly rampaged in her mind.
However, this all came to a halt after a new figure entered the scene.
"Ophis, she can't understand the classy language of listlessnese," Aragorn, servant of Ophis, as he introduced himself, said. "Use your words."
His voice could have done sex to her ears, and she would have thanked him for it. Not out of attraction, mind you, but out of gratefulness after he saved her from this deadly staring contest that, for all she knew, was to determine her race's continual existence.
"Her dragon scent." Ophis managed to sound curt yet uninterested.
'Dragon scent?' Rias questioned in her mind. Then, like an avalanche, not due to its immensity but due to its unnecessary abruptness, it hit her.
'Dragon God Of Systems.' Like an echo in the vast confines of her mind, this name reverberated freely.
Like a broken dam, like a volcanic eruption, like a collision of stars, her mood abruptly exploded and imploded. Sweat poured down her back, her pupils shrank to pins, and were it not for the full-blown panic, she would have bolted out of there in an instant.
"..."
"..."
Ophis and Aragorn stared in amusement at the panic she was broadcasting to their sense in spades, yet she was acting with poise. It was so contradictory that they found it amusing.
Her peerage, minus a certain unsurprisingly absent time-stopping vampire who wasn't Dio, sensed something amiss with her.
They had been overseeing the transfer of wares to a special spatial storage, and keeping track of the trade to then complete the payment, as was their responsibility as the point of contact.
They had left the task, which no one wanted, of dealing with the sudden visitor—Ophis—to their king, and, aside from the impromptu staring contest, things were progressing swimmingly—Rias would beg to differ, but a Dragon God was certainly above their pay grade—when suddenly they sensed 'something' wrong with their king.
Sniff Sniff Koneko sniffed the waft of Rias' scent carried by the breeze that reached her. "Buchou is afraid... terrified," she murmured.
Kiba and Akeno tensed at that; however, they didn't dare make a move or approach, yet. Leaving Ophis aside, and arguing that with her personality, she wouldn't mind them approaching, they didn't know how her 'servant' would take it, and since he felt about as strong as Sirzechs Lucifer to them, they didn't want to risk it.
"That's too much panic about something of such little importance," Aragorn commented.
Her thoughts churned at about 100,000 revolutions per second, her mind gathered all the enlightenment she had acquired throughout her 'vast' existence, her IQ was boosted as if she were the possessor of the Bossted Gear and had just used a Balance Breaker boost charge on her IQ, her wisdom surged, her critical thinking speared ahead, and she was able to understand that she was panicking over nothing and with careful consideration constructed a reply that would certainly pull her away from despair. She was sure of it!
"——Hiuk." Rias let out a strange noise as her reply.
While her mind might have been miraculously enhanced, her body was still in a full-blown panic.
"..." She snapped her betraying mouth shut and tried to feign ignorance.
"..." Aragorn didn't let her live it down; he stared at her with visible mirth.
Yet, against all odds, when she thought that was her end, Ophis replied, "Nn."
Yes, her meaning had come across, even if Rias herself didn't understand what she had wanted to say.
"Ophis-sama and the Dragon God of Systems are not enemies," Aragorn explained, to shine some light on the poor devil.
"Ah." Akeno, who had heard this name from Rias before, connected the dots.
"What is it, Akeno?" Kiba asked without turning to Akeno, his eyes were still watching over his King like a hawk.
"We are going to grill a certain buchou when we get back to the Underworld for answers," Akeno said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"Bad buchou?" Koneko asked.
"Yes, Rias had been a very bad girl," Akeno whispered sultrily.
"Ophis-sama and the Dragon God of Systems are friends," Aragorn continued with his explanation.
"T-Then"—she took a deep breath—"what about the fight?" Rias asked.
"A friendly spar as a greeting," Aragorn said with an amused smile. "The Dragon God of System had met Ophis-sama and Great Red-sama eons ago; however, he had left for the realms beyond the Dimensional Gap before the time of your kind."
Rias processed new information in a second or two, then she asked, "Why me? Why was I given... this?" she asked with a hand between her breasts.
"Why don't you ask it?" Aragorn suggested.
Rias stared into the void for a moment before grimacing. "It costs scales," she said.
"Short on currency, are we?" Aragorn asked. There was an undertone of mockery to his question, but not something blatant that Rias could or would react to. "Why don't you ask Ophis-sama for sponsorship?"
Rias turned from Aragorn to Ophis with a quizzical look.
Ophis nodded, her eyes gained a slight shine, and asked, "Sweets?" with an extended hand.
"What a steal!" Aragorn exclaimed animatedly. "Scales just for some sweets that could please Ophis-sama."
Rias blinked in understanding before pulling a lollipop from storage.
Her peerage, watching her offer a lollipop to Ophis, wanted to shout: Stop, Buchou! Just because it looks like a loli, you shouldn't treat it as one!
Ophis took the offering, brought it to her nose, and after smelling it, she "TCH!" clicked her tongue in disgust before unwrapping the candy and putting it in her mouth.
⌈Congratulations, Host, you have received: 1 scale from the Infinite Dragon God.
132,890 to go for the purchase of the requested information.⌋
"..." Rias was bombarded with scorn for her paltry offering from Ophis' side and with cold mechanical disdain from the Grinding System's side.
"Was that a regular, average, common, normal, standard, mundane, mortal lollipop you offered Ophis-sama?" Aragorn asked with a raised eyebrow that spoke pity. As if he were looking at an African child who 'starred' in a UNICEF or World Vision TV advertisement.
"..." Rias glanced away in shame.
"Buchou, we are done," like a knight in devilish shining armor, Kiba called out.
"I'm coming," Rias, like a drowning victim, called out.
"Ophis-sama, Aragorn-sama, thank you for seeing us off. I must depart to report to my clan," Rias said, bowing.
"Fly away, embarrassed pup," Aragorn said with a mirthful smile.
Rias' eyebrow twitched, but she did not reply and maintained her dignity all the way to the teleportation crest of the Gremory clan, or so she would like to think.
"She is funny," Aragorn commented after the glow of the spell wore off.
"Why?" Ophis asked.
Aragorn turned to her, understanding the question, and said, "I didn't have a reason not to choose her. If anything, maybe familiarity, and because she has a soul pleasing enough. Maybe it was a whim," Aragorn shrugged.
"She can grow," Ophis pointed out.
"Yes, she has potential, but she was so lazy that she might as well had none before the system," Aragorn agreed.
"What about Asia?" Ophis asked.
"I'll think about giving her a system later. I still don't know when we'll leave; if it's within her lifespan, then there's no reason to bother. Besides, Yahweh's blessing opened untapped potential in her; she has plenty of avenues to pursue in growth," Aragorn said.
"You won't take her with you?" Ophis followed up with another question.
"She has the type of spirit that if I were to force her to part from her Lord, it would leave a stain in her soul. If I am to take her with me, she must abandon her Lord," Aragorn explained.
"Are you not manipulating her?" Ophis asked.
"Just a tiny bit, but nothing intrusive in her way of life," Aragorn confessed.
"..." Ophis went silent in thought before she said, "Let's finish my silence."
It was clear her interest in Aragorn's motives and thoughts was passing; the silence was eternal!
"Yeah, we should be able to complete the dimensional seed," Aragorn nodded and placed a hand on her head. An instant later, both had disappeared into the Dimensional Gap.
As soon as they appeared, the realm shook, and Great Red appeared.
"Annoying!" Ophis exclaimed.
Great Red growled in a way that came out both terrifying and mocking.
"You can fight later," Aragorn dismissively chided them. "Let's plant the seed first."
Ophis held a glaring contest with Great Red for a second longer before huffing and puffing and turning away to Aragorn.
Just as there are multiple types of worlds, realms, planes, spheres, universes, and more, there are multiple types of dimensions.
From the common and mundane pocket dimensions to the eccentric soul dimensions. Divine dimensions, informational dimensions, astral dimensions, and plenty more. The silence Ophis was pursuing was a permeating dimension.
A permeating dimension is one that is part of reality as a whole and could be accessed from any point within the reality it permeates. Granted that you can access it whether through might alone, authorization, or any other method.
Creating a permeating dimension was a complicated affair depending on the target reality. For example, in Marvel, a reality filled so densely with dimensions of all types, creating a permeating dimension was harder than slipping through the space within atoms, and, feasibly speaking, at this point, only through Nexus events or replacing an existing dimension would such an endeavor be possible. Exceptions aside.
In DxD, it was still a gargantuan enterprise, but not an impossibility for an eldritch slime with cheats and two Dragon Gods.
Ophis, as the upcoming dimensional lord, was the first to start. She cupped her hands perpendicularly over each other and brought about 75% of her infinite might into the space between her palms.
Great Red, as the representative of dreams—in this case, Ophis' dream to be fulfilled—came next and pointed his massive snout's horn at the conglomeration of [Infinite]. [Dream] concept poured into Ophis' dream.
Then came Aragorn, the sole wielder of [Creation] between the three of them. Aragorn couldn't use [Creation] in Marvel due to the conflict of domains with the One Above All; however, in DxD? There was no creator, and if there was, whoever it was had passed away a long time ago.
Even so, there were some limitations to mind, small ones, but still important limits. In this case, while Aragorn could create an entire Silenceverse for Ophis, he would need his main body for that, which was obviously not available at the moment. However, with two massive batteries at hand, this was not a problem.
With Great Red and Ophis powering up the miracle of [Creation] and Aragorn as its architect and civil engineer, the three worked in tandem with flawless coordination and harmony to create what, by definition, could be considered their offspring. In this case, a seed.
Light, sound, space, time, and various other concepts thrummed and sparked between Ophis' hands. Aragorn's hands and tail moved and swayed about the seed, following the recipe he and Ophis had previously created. Shaping the concentration of energy and concepts.
The storm of impossibilities raged high before it settled and shrank into Ophis' hands. Then, as it slowly died down, the 'seed' between Ophis' hands took shape. It had the vague outline of 'something' that no mortal could comprehend, but that the eyes of the Dragon Gods clearly saw as a dimensional seed.
It retained its shape for a moment before it disappeared. Yet, none of them panicked. The seed had successfully permeated into reality.
"Tired," Ophis said with a tired, though happy, smile.
Aragorn placed a hand atop her head and shuttled her to their room in Urakyoto. He didn't return immediately. With how much energy Great Red had spent, he had to stay for a few days in the Dimensional Gap to help him protect the world from possible invaders, as he had promised.
"So, what do you do around here for fun?" Aragorn asked the tired dragon.
Great Red roared smugly and then flew away. Aragorn, understanding the meanings behind the roar, shifted to his draconic form and flew after him.
For the following days, several terrified magicians from the Khaos Brigade couldn't sleep due to the boisterous reverberations of the two dragons and the existential dread.
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Urakyoto, Phoenix's Lab, AKA Aragorn's room.
Initially, I followed after }{Lucivacui/Lux Vacui}{ because of the allure of the unknown and the call of adventure's uncertainty.
Other Multiverses, realms where my existence is not constrained by His rules, nor supported by them. Where the make-up of everything that was/is/will be clashes with my nigh-omniscient understanding.
As a being of change, of life, and of rebirth, I couldn't not take the bait.
It was the right decision. I won't ever regret it. If I could experience falling in romantic love, I'm sure I would be having very heated cosmic 'arguments' with Death by now. I don't say it out loud, because for Nexuses connected like us through Jean, there's no need, but I would even derelict my job for Aragorn.
'What's happening? Why is he staring at my naked chest like that?'
[I don't know, but if he asks you to drop your pants, then you do it. Without hesitation!]
'Hiek! I won't lose my virginity without even having touched Oppai first!'
[You know... According to your memories, this would be the part where I question your sexuality because of how you have a problem with the order of things and not the act itself, but whatever that terrifying phoenix wants, you give it to him. I, the Red Dragon Emperor, applaud your will to live. I applaud your courage. I recognize you as my partner. Anyone willing to take one for the team is my partner.]
'Ddraig... please let's not talk about this afterward. I won't be able to bed my future harem if the images of what's about to happen flash back.'
[You have my word, Issei. I will Juggernaut Drive anyone who dares to mock you, partner.]
"My preferred form is that of a woman." I decided to cut into their stupid talk before they continued to besmirch me further. I can only hold my temper so far.
"... WHAT?" "[WHAT?]" Both fools asked at the same time.
"A form considered by even Aragorn as attractive," I continued. "With the breasts that you obsessed over so much. Do you have any idea why I'm currently in this alternate form?"
'Any idea, Ddraig?'
[This feels like a trap question, partner.]
'What should I say? Maybe Phoenix wanted to touch oppai.'
[Fool! Why could he do that as a female? And only you obsess over breasts like tha—]
'What? Why did you stop?'
[Partner... I think the answer is you.]
'Me?!'
[Yes, you. Go ahead, reply to the scary flaming bird.]
"Me?" the pervert asked.
"It's a good guess, child. But it seems you didn't get the motive exactly," I said. "I love my female form."
Generations of Grey women matching looks by above 90% is proof of this. Firehair and Jean might as well be sisters when side by side.
"Yet, I had to take this form because of your moronic, perverted head filled with nothing but mammary glands!" I glared, my cosmic flames burning in my eyes.
The pervert stumbled back.
[In light of this new information, I don't feel so inclined to recognize your will to live when you were simply suffering the consequences of your actions.]
'D-Don't abandon me, Ddraig!'
"So, for the love of your continual existence, stop thinking that I care for your sphincter!" I snarled, my hair aflame.
"Y-Yes, yes, yes," the pervert said while nodding repeatedly.
I continued to observe the core mechanisms of the Sacred Gear for two more hours. It was then that a visibly depleted Ophis appeared in our bed.
"Success," she said to us in that unexpressive manner of hers that Aragorn finds cute.
"Congratulations, Ophis," I said.
"[Good for you, Ophis.]"
"I also succeeded in my research," I shared.
"You did?!" the pervert excitedly asked.
"You can make Sacred Gears?" Ophis voiced out, tiredly.
"I did, and I can, but not now because I currently only have this current shard here, but my main body should get the research in a few millennia," I said.
With how the passing of time works between Multiverses, I'm not even sure if it's millennia or if it'll arrive a few years ago from my perspective. I can't communicate as easily between selves as }{Lucivacui/Lux Vacui}{.
"[Can you free me?]"
"I can, but what will you do without a body?" I asked.
This dragon doesn't know that if it were only about breaking him out of his prison, Aragorn could have always done it.
"Destroyed," Ophis said from the bed.
"[...]"
"Can you make another?" the pervert asked me.
"I can't create here, you should ask Aragorn," I replied. "However, he'll probably ask for something in return."
Knowing him, he'll have Ddraig impregnate some of the dragons he gifted Sarah and resign custody over them.
"[Servitud?]"
"No, I doubt it," I replied, but I didn't add more.
"[I'll think about it.]"
"That's good, Ddraig! Soon you could be flying free out of the gauntlet!" the pervert exclaimed.
Just as Aragorn said, breasts aside, the pervert had a good heart.
"That's no—" I paused.
Ophis straightened and turned in the same direction I was looking at.
"What's happening?" the pervert asked, concern etched on his face after sensing the change in atmosphere.
"Kunou," Ophis, unhelpfully, replied.
"Did something happen to Kunou-chan?" he asked.
"She was abducted," I replied calmly. "Some sort of dimensional magic."
"Sacred Gear," Ophis added.
"Is it Dimension Lost?" I asked. "I thought that human wouldn't dare to enter my proximity after I went to study their faction's Sacred Gears."
While I didn't kill them, I'm certain I broke them until they stayed down and allowed me to study their Sacred Gears.
"Wait! This is not the time for this! We have to save Kunou-chan!" the pervert shouted and ran, shirtless, to the door.
"Unnecessary," Ophis said.
"Kunou is safer than even her mother," I add.
Well, the pervert had already darted out, so he heard none of our explanations.
"Issei, in danger," Ophis said.
"... You're right," I admitted, much to my chagrin.
While Kunou had Aragorn's eye hanging around her neck, the pervert had only his luck as protection.... Now that I think about it, wasn't his luck outstanding?
Either way, I should follow him.
My form was set aflame, I shrank to about the size of a harpy eagle, and with a powerful flap of my wings, I phased through the ceiling and emerged high above Urakyoto.
I reached for the pervert and asked, 'Do you even know where to go?'
I saw him stumble and almost plant his face on the ground.
[I told you so.]
'Uhm, Phoenix, can you point the way?' the pervert asked in embarrassment.
'What's the plan? You can't cast, and you can't enter the artificial dimension. Your fighting prowess is barely above human; you might as well throw yourself at the kidnapper and make it a two for the effort of one.' I felt his resolve tremble at my words.
However, he was not Ddraig's 'partner' for nothing.
'Even so! Kunou-chan must be scared right now. I know I can't do much, but with Ddraig's help, I'm sure we can at least be there for Kunou-chan!' he declared.
'There are many holes in your argument, but I'll allow it on the condition that you participate in a small experiment of mine,' I offered.
'I'll do it!' No hesitation, how foolish of him, but that's exactly what can be expected of this pervert.
'Then become the temporary host of the Phoenix Shard!' I'll think of a better name later.
My flaming form skydived to the running pervert and, before he could process what I said, I sank into his body. I morphed this shard into a perfectly compatible Sacred Gear.
{Hello, Ddraig.} I greeted my temporary roommate.
[... Hello.] Ddraig said with his draconic eyes opened wide.
"What the hell?!" the pervert shouted both out loud and in his mind.
{Feature 1: Telekinetic flight!}
My psionic energy bathed him and then cloaked him, slowly, clumsily at the start, the pervert raised and flew in the direction of his run.
"Woah, woah! How do you drive this?!"
{Think of where you want to go and pull or push yourself in that direction.}
[Don't flail your arms, you don't have wings!]
"I-I can feel something!" the pervert said.
He was not flying high, just about a few feet above the ground, but he was moving fast. About six times faster than he could run without a Boost.
[Concentrate, partner!]
From crowded streets to almost isolated streets, we arrived at the last location of the cub.
"Now what do I do?" the pervert asked. He tried to peer into the void in front of him, but it was useless. Without special senses or eyes, he would not be able to locate the distortion left behind.
{Feature 2: Psionic Energy-assisted Casting. Ddraig, do you know the spell? The magic I know won't work here.}
[Would draconic magic work?]
{Yes, the energy conversion shouldn't be too rough.}
That was all the confirmation the dragon needed. He shared his memories with us, and the pervert began casting.
Dragon Magic didn't feel like the magics I know from my Multiverse, how interesting. This is why I'm so grateful to }{Lucivacui/Lux Vacui}{.
[Now you roar, partner! From the pit of your stomach, all in one ferocious roar! Go!]
"Roar?! Humans don't roar!"
{Feature 3: Temporary Biokinesis.}
[Roar! Do it! Declare your will onto the world!]
"AirghsiujlkLJA?" the pervert said(?).
{I changed your vocal organs to match a dragon's. Do as you're told, pervert!}
The pervert put his faith in our orders. He circulated my psionic energy as the draconic magic demanded, and then took a deep breath. He held it in, mixed it with draconic magic, then—
"ROAAAAAAARGGGG!"
His throat tore. But the casting was successful. A small warp hole opened up, and it was unstable, barely traversable, soon to close, a total insult to warp holes, but it was enough.
{GO!}
[JUMP!]
We encouraged/commanded him, and the pervert, even while coughing blood, jumped through the warp hole.
Space, the jagged edges of the awful warp hole, tore at his body.
{Feature 3: Biokinetic Healing.}
He stumbled through the hole and rolled instinctively to break the fall; an impression of blood was left on his rolling path.
My healing mended and closed the more serious wounds, and he, staggering, stood up.
"Thank you, Phoenix," he said, while spitting blood.
[Eyes ahead!]
The pervert looked at his host and found the human I had broiled well done before.
"Who are you? How did you enter my world?" Georg asked.
Despite the beating I gave them, he bore no scars, yet the emotional scars I left were visible to my empathy.
"Return Kunou-chan!" the pervert demanded.
The cub had none of the tells of a kidnapping victim. She was completely relaxed despite her circumstances before our arrival. In fact, the only feeling of worry I got from her was after seeing the ragged state of the pervert.
She, just as Ophis and I, knew that she was absolutely safe. We had shown her and Yasaka how much protection Aragorn meant when he said protection.
"A human guard for a youkai?" Georg idly commented.
{He is nervous, don't let his act fool you, pervert. He doesn't deal well with not knowing, and right now, he doesn't know how you made a botched entry into his artificial dimension.}
"Who cares about that?! Kunou-chan is Kunou-chan! Why are you messing with her?" the pervert roared in indignation.
{He does remember that the cub is many times stronger than he, doesn't he?} I asked Ddraig directly.
[He is a goodhearted fool.]
Right... The pervert is a fool. Anyways, I should note that I can't read his mind while inside his soul; I have to fix that later. The unilateral sharing of memories is working from my end to his, though, and when he actively thinks to me, so that's good.
"You don't understand!" Something snapped in the human Georg. "You can't comprehend the weakness of your humanity! You don't know it! I didn't know! I didn't want to know! Or maybe I lied to myself to ignore it! But then she came and burned away all of my pride! That's when regret settled in. Why was I ever foolish enough to reject her snake! And now she's gone, she went to your filthy youkai! I need her snake! This fox is my pass for the snake! Only by washing away this filthy humanity will I be able to sleep without seeing those flames in my nightmares and every waking hour of my acursed existence as a human! DO YOU UNDERSTAND KNOW!"
'Help me, I don't understand!'
{This may have been my fault.}
[What did you do?]
{I approached them to study their Sacred Gears, but they were hostile as soon as they spotted my peculiarities. A human was wielding Yahweh's spear who sicced them all on me arrogantly while spouting some bullshit about a quixotic view of humanity's stand in the world. So I burned them just enough to disable them to study their Sacred Gears.}
'Huh? Isn't that pretty tame? Kunou-chan has me like that at least ten times a day. He appears healed to me, so why is he making such a big fuss about it?'
{Exactly my point, I made sure to hold back.}
[...]
"Just because of your selfishness, you abducted Kunou-chan?! That can't be forgiven!"
[Take me out, partner.]
{You won't win, but I have a way to checkmate this fight. Just make sure you can speak no matter how much you get beaten up.}
"[BOOST!]"
And beaten he was. It was a battle about as far as a civilian vs a trained operative, and not even a decently fit civilian. An asthmatic, diabetic civilian with a meek personality versus a trained operative.
As }{Lucivacui/Lux Vacui}{ said, the pervert has potential due to his solid will and hyperfixated drive, things needed to wield a Sacred Gear, but what can potential do in the eyes of actual strength?
Additionally, Dimension Lost is a nasty Sacred Gear. It has the ability to interfere with spatiality to block any attack. Though it doesn't possess direct offensive capabilities, not much was needed to beat up the pervert who lacked any form of defense.
In the end, it didn't matter, though.
{Repeat after me: Fus Ro Dah!}
"Fus Ro Dah!" the pervert said. His voice was feeble, and it came out funny. Losing a few teeth would do that to you. Even then, the words reached the pendant on the cub, and from it, a wave of unrelenting force which targeted all [Enemies] exploded omnidirectionally.
The force hit Georg with so much momentum that before he was pulverized, his molecules were ignited. Aragorn never cuts corners on protection.
The artificial dimension cracked, and the temporary space began to implode.
{Repeat after me: Kunou-chan, save me!}
[...]
'Wut?'
{Do it!}
"Kunou-chan, save me!"
The cub, with a look of pity, concern, and a pinch of determination, gazed at the battered state of the pervert, approached him and touched his head before saying:
"Please take us home."
Just before the temporary space imploded and killed the pervert, the eye on her neck teleported us to our room.
I exited the pervert's body in a flash of flames.
"I collected valuable data," I said.
I made a ball of cosmic fire in my hand and shot it at the pervert. His body was set alight in my healing flames.
Ophis appears to be down for the day, and Aragorn said he would be out for a few days, which means that he is not cooking. So, I'll call it a day with this. It was a productive day, and I dare say I had fun. Such a mortal emotion to experience.
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Earth-199999, USA, Puente Antiguo.
~14 BE (Before Emergence) ~ 2009 CE (Current Era).
"How is your training going, Medusa?" Aragorn asked, his tail wrapped around her waist.
"It's certainly been going." Medusa talked with a strained smile. "Magic was not that hard, and Master (Yao) has been invaluable. Needless to say, the resources in the Halo. Conceptless divinity is akin to a niche form of energy manipulation; I would say I'm average within the Drachantheon Therion, which says a lot. But..."
"Technology and science?" Aragorn asked with a knowing smirk.
"Ugh." Medusa groaned and bit Aragorn's shoulder in frustration. "Technology and science in the Imperium are more magical than magic. The eternal Duskari and the Dark Elves in the temples have been helpful, but even then... I feel like it would be easier to teach a caveman C++."
"Have you encountered tech from Abeyance?" Aragorn asked with mirthful curiosity.
"Medelyne shared with me a few pieces... Honestly? I got a bit depressed. It was all so different and confusing; I couldn't make sense of up and down." Medusa gnawed at his shoulder with even more frustration.
"You're unaging, Medusa. Take your time, don't rush it. You'll eventually get it." Aragorn patted her back reassuringly.
"I know, I know, that sweet daughter of yours told me the same, but still," she replied. She released Aragorn's shoulder and climbed down from his lap before taking out a bean bag from her storage and plopping next to him.
"I see you're becoming one of us," Aragorn said while side-glancing the bean bag.
"These are good," Medusa nodded. "I have one larger at home for use in my lamia form."
Aragorn imagined her coiled like a snake in a large bean bag and smiled at that.
A few minutes passed, and they noticed the SHIELD agents setting up a perimeter around them and the hammer.
"Lend me your hand for a moment, let me show you something," Aragorn said while extending a hand to Medusa.
Medusa, without questioning, extended her right hand to him. Aragorn pointed the tip of his tail blade at the upper side of her hand and scribbled [Script] over it.
He critically observed the inscription and nodded, pleased, before saying, "Try to lift it again."
Medusa reached for Mjølnir and lifted it without resistance this time. "Mmmm, I feel something... I think it's reaching for my divinity, should I let it?"
"There's no need, I just wanted to double-check that the Lock Cracking would work on the enchantment," Aragorn said.
Medusa, disinterested in power, returned the hammer to its landing spot. "The metal is strange. Uru, I believe," she said.
"Yes, Uru, ore from the first moon in existence, and has existed since the beginning of the universe. Or so is the case for the Uru of Earth-5H1N3, I ignore the origin of the Uru of this reality," Aragorn explained.
"It sounds as if so long as there's a great origin to something, it's meant to be valuable, doesn't it?" Madusa asked.
"There is such a thing as using the origin of something as a source in magic, but overall, the closer something was to the birth of the universe, the more it bathed in the mysticism of the start of the universe; hence, it tends to have a 'greater' origin," Aragorn explained.
"Does it apply to beings as well?" Medusa asked with interest.
"Yes, it does. Old monsters are trickier to deal with than newborn demons," Aragorn said.
They chatted about many inane and paradigm-breaking topics for almost an hour more before they were approached by Coulson once more.
In only an hour, their surroundings had changed rapidly. With plastic for walls and ceilings, and aluminum for structural integrity, they had built a small enclosure around the crater and were a few plastic walls away from completely closing the 'cage' around Mjølnir and, consequently, them.
"Mr. Abner, in a few minutes, we will be proceeding with quarantining the impact site and setting an array of scanners to study the object in question," Coulson respectfully said.
"You don't need my permission," Aragorn commented. "Seal the area and scan away. We'll be here for a few more hours, possibly more."
"Understood, Mr. Abner," Coulson said. He turned to Medusa and asked, "Ma'am?"
"Medusa," she replied.
He flinched at the unexpected name, but other than that, Coulson nodded and continued. "Nice to make your acquaintance, Ms. Medusa."
Medusa, watching him go after their short interaction, said, "He was nice. Very professional. Trained mannerisms to disarm."
"Yes, that one is one of the few in here who isn't part of Hydra," Aragorn offhandedly commented.
Soon after the sun dipped below the horizon, the night sky arrived escorted by charged clouds.
Medusa, after deciding to relax and enjoy her brief respite from her training, was resting her head on Aragorn's lap while peacefully sleeping in a psionic construct resembling a bed. With one hand, Aragorn combed her hair while finishing the last observations on the hammer.
Suddenly, he stopped petting Medusa and turned to face the lens of one of the cameras recording the hammer and them.
"Who gave you permission to target your scanners at us?" Aragorn's chilling words thundered across the minds of all agents present.
What was before a lobby of activity, halted to a sudden stop in an instant.
Then came shouts, pleas, and finally silence. Coulson arrived not five minutes later and bowed his head apologetically.
"Mr. Abner, I wish to express that the individual actions of one of my agents do not represent SHIELD. However, as the highest authority present from SHIELD, all responsibility falls on my shoulders," Coulson declared.
"Bring him over," Aragorn commanded while staring directly at Coulson. "You so effortlessly claim responsibility without knowing who this human is."
"..." Coulson held eye contact for a moment, and after seeing the lazy, almost relaxed will in his eyes, he surrendered by ordering through the comms system: "Barton, bring me Agent Carlton."
Clint Barton, while almost dragging the said Agent Carlton, entered Mjølnir's enclosure. He arrived beside Coulson and pushed forward Agent Carlton. The agent stumbled and fell, kneeling in front of Aragorn.
"Aiden Carlton," Aragorn said. His eyes were lazily staring at the trembling man. "You're going to die," Aragorn declared.
"Mr. Abner, I believe this is not necessary," Coulson interjected. Barton didn't speak, but his body language showed his support of Coulson.
"Phillip Coulson," he turned to him. "Be silent and observe. You claimed responsibility for Aiden Carlton. I say you don't know who you're putting your life on the line for. Silently observe."
Aragorn returned his attention to the now sobbing man.
"Mr. A-Abner, please forgive me. I-I didn't mean to. My curiosity got the better of me. I beg you, please don't do this. My family! Please, I don't want to leave my family alone!"
Aragorn observed without reaction to the desperate pleas. Medusa, who they believed capable of putting a stop to Aragorn, the more expressive of the two, was pleasantly asleep. Aragorn was making sure none of the disturbance interrupted her nap.
"Aiden Carlton, you're going to die," Aragorn repeated. The man sobbed harder, tears heavily flowing down. The other agents watching the camera feed gasped in horror. Some tightened their fist to brace themselves for the upcoming terror.
"No, no, no, no, please! I beg you! I can't leave them alone!"
"Aiden Carlton, you're going to die," Aragorn said once more. "Go ahead and say it."
"Mr. Abner, I don't understand! Please forgive me!"
"Say it," Aragorn reiterated. "You're going to die, say it!"
"Coulson!" he turned pleadingly towards Coulson, but seeing Coulson maintain his silence and clenching his jaw, he turned towards Barton. "Barton, please help me! Please, don't let him do it!"
He cried desperately.
"Aiden Carlton, say it or I'll make them all disappear with a snap."
All the pleading, crying, tears, snot, sobbing, and wailing came to a halt.
It was so abrupt that it had the witnesses thinking that Aragorn was threatening the desperate man's family. However, when Aiden Carlton's face came into view, the emotionless gaze that matched Aragorn's, and the cold logic and almost mechanical air to him made them realize that something was wrong.
"Let's make it a group exercise," Aragorn added while locking eyes with the emotionless man. "All of you present in this temporary base, say it or I'll make them all disappear."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Hail Hydra!" Aiden Carlton shouted with zealot belief. Then he frothed, and before his body hit the ground, he was dead.
"Hail Hydra!"
"Hail Hydra!"
"Hail Hydra!"
"Hail Hydra!"
"Hail Hydra!"
"Hail Hydra!"
"Hail Hydra!"
"Hail Hydra!"
"Hail Hydra!"
To Coulson's and Barton's horror, they heard the chant through the comms before similar scenes to that of Aiden Carlton repeated themselves.
"You're welcome," Aragorn said.
Like a mirage, Aragorn disappeared with Medusa.
"Sir?" Barton called out.
"I need to contact the director, prepare the bodies for transfer," Couson commanded. "Sitwell, secure a line to Director Fury."
"..." No reply came.
"Sir, Agent Sitwell was among the... victims," an agent replied while doubtful to call them victims.
Coulson gritted his teeth and paused for a moment before marching away to secure a line to Fury.
In the Halo, Aragorn teleported Medusa to her bedroom and tucked her in. He then glanced at his blinking P-Link and teleported away. He appeared somewhere in Upstate New York, in the middle of a deciduous forest.
"I thought Hulk called me, not you, Banner," Aragorn addressed the half-naked man leaning on a pine tree.
"I messed up," Banner said with the weight of the world on his shoulders.
"I followed the coverage of your brawl with Emil Blonsky; it wasn't as bad as it looked. I made sure to cover for any children, toddlers, and babies," Aragorn said. "I believe there were more injured in Stark's screw-up."
"Stark's? The arms dealer?" Banner asked, confused.
"Hmmm, it appears you have not been following the news," Aragorn said.
"With what time? Ross has been ahead of me ever since I crossed the border," Banner snarled. "He was expecting me!"
Some green crept up his neck and pupils. He noticed this and returned to his breathing exercises to calm down his heart rate.
He let out a deep breath and then continued, "I was not talking about that. My blood, I shipped some of my blood to a madman I trusted."
"Ah, Mr. Blue, Samuel Sterns," Aragorn nodded in recognition.
"You knew?" Banner questioned.
"I stalked you for months to get you to let Hulk out, I know even what you dream at night," Aragorn said with a deadpan.
"... Please help me destroy it, my blood can't fall in Ross' hands," Banner pleaded after processing and ignoring Aragorn's last sentence.
"..." Aragorn silently stared at him.
Banner, already used to the feeling of nudity Aragorn's eyes gave off, didn't flinch.
"Okay," Aragorn said and snapped. "Done."
"... Really?" Banner asked, incredulous.
Aragorn shrugged and opened a window into what appeared to be the inside of a shipping container. Rows of vials filled with blood decorated the walls.
Aragorn reached for one of the vials and handed it to Banner. Then he placed a hand on his shoulder, and Banner's left eye changed into a slitted pupil.
"W-What's happening?" He looked around, unstable, with a confused and bewildered expression.
"Look at the blood," Aragorn said.
Banner did as instructed and peered into the vial. With his hand still on his shoulder, Aragorn controlled the zooming effect of the eye, and Banner saw with his naked eyes for the first time a DNA double helix. However, it was all broken.
"I corrupted the DNA and disassembled it, the Gamma Radiation is still there, but that's not innate to your blood only," Aragorn explained.
Aragorn returned the vial to its position in the container and dismissed the enhancements on Banner's eye.
"Thank you," Banner said.
"Do me a favor," Aragorn said. His words rang closer to a command in Banner's ears. "Don't be a bitch and log into the SPHERE from time to time. Even if you don't like it, I like to COD with Hulk. While we play, you can go get drunk or laid, better yet, both, for all I care."
"... Alright," Banner gnashed out. He abhorred anything related to Hulk.
"Excellent, now let me check something real quick, which is giving me a bad feeling," Aragorn said. His eyes gained the green color of a time spell and then returned to normal. "Don't return to Brazil. Leave this country with the destination of Kolkata, India, in mind."
"India? I don't speak Hindi," Banner furrowed his brow.
"They do English just fine, you can barely do swear words in Portuguese. Such a whiny Puny Banner," Aragorn rolled his eyes at him.
"I'm going, I owe you that much," Banner quickly added.
"You probably owe me more," Aragorn scoffed at him. "Last question, what are you doing with your dog? Do you want it back? I sent him to Dog Heaven, but I can bring him back."
"Why would you kill my dog?" Banner looked at him with resentment.
"Dog Heaven is a dimension I own," Aragorn explained. "Is the Heaven of the Imperium's faith. Instead of angels, I have angelic doggos."
"... What? Why? How?" Banner rapid fired.
"I like dogs, and I had an excess of dire wolves. The lord is Cosmo, God of Heaven, Dogs, Friendship, Loyalty, and Good Souls," Aragorn explained.
"... I don't want to hear more; I can only take so much," Banner sighed. "You can keep him."
"Alright," Aragorn smiled. "I'll do you a solid and unlock the UMF suit and P-Link for you."
Aragorn tapped his P-Link and Hulk's P-Link, which had been unresponsive to Banner all this time, shone green in confirmation.
Banner looked down in surprise. He closed his eyes and tapped the P-Link like he had seen Hulk do in his memories, and his pants transformed into a full casual outfit.
"Thank you," Banner expressed his gratitude.
"Don't mind it," Aragorn waved it off. "I'll see you next in 2012, bye."
Aragorn disappeared, and Banner was left wondering why that random year.
Instead of returning to the Halo, Aragorn reappeared in Stark's Mansion in Malibu.
"Welcome, Mr. Abner," a calm voice echoed in the living room.
"JARVIS, right?" Aragorn asked.
"That is correct, sir."
"I see Stark introduced protocols for my arrival," Aragorn concluded out loud. "It also appears he is copulating with Virginia Potts."
"That is most accurate, sir," JARVIS replied without filters.
"Then don't bother him, I'll wait him out," Aragorn shrugged nonchalantly.
"Then, sir, if I may, Mr. Stark ordered seating accommodations for you," JARVIS said, and a focal light turned on above a modified sofa with a hole for Aragorn's tail.
"How thoughtful," Aragorn chuckled. He took a seat on the modified sofa.
The next morning came, and Stark, in a chirpy mood after a night of love and sex, walked with a skip to the kitchen. As he approached, the sounds of the kitchen utensils clicked and clacked.
"... JARVIS?" Stark called out.
"How may I be of assistance, Mr. Stark?" JARVIS asked.
"Who's in the kitchen?" Stark asked.
"Mr. Abner took the liberty of preparing breakfast," JARVIS punctually replied.
"Jesus," Stark facepalmed and continued his trip to the kitchen.
"Why do you torment me?" This was Stark's greeting.
"There's this man behind my daughter's skirts who looks just like you," Aragon replied factually.
"Handsome? Charming? Dashingly Refressing?" Stark asked. He made his way to the fridge and pulled out the orange juice. He drank from the bottle.
"Bad manners," Aragorn commented with no heat.
"I paid for it," Stark quipped.
"Manners seldom have to do with ownership," Aragorn said.
"I suppose that way of thinking explains your inability to respect ownership," Stark half glared. "What did you do with my cars?"
"I donated them," Aragorn smiled, a true smile.
"Agh! Don't do that! Don't express emotions!" Stark acted like a frightened child.
"Immature," Aragorn said.
"Compared to you, what isn't immature?" Stark jabbed.
Aragorn rolled his eyes at him. Stark smiled brightly at this.
"So? What are you doing here? I thought I would not see you again until the next crisis," he asked.
"I saw you built another type of arc reactor. I want the first one of its kind for my collection," Aragorn replied.
"Are you my fan?" Stark jested.
"I have the first of many things," Aragorn didn't humor him and explained. "The first projectile used for hunting, the first bow, the first spear, the first knife, sword, blade, the first sheet of paper, the first medicine, and many other firsts. You can call it a collection of trinkets. Only until recently, the past century, did these trinkets begin to turn outrageous for a collection."
"That's... Oddly melancholic of you," Stark commented.
"I may be humanity's most difficult critic, but I do celebrate your achievements," Aragorn commented. "Anyway, go and bring me my reactor so that I can go study an alien armor that is soon to arrive."
"... What? Can I come with?" Stark wasted no more than a second to ask.
"Are you going to leave your new mate alone and have her wake up to a cold bed like all of your other conquests?" Aragorn asked with a raised eyebrow.
"... I was joking," Stark asserted and walked in the direction of his workshop.
"Yes, you're a joke," Aragorn quipped.
"That's not what I said!" Stark exclaimed from a distance.
A few minutes later, he returned and handed Aragorn the reactor. Aragorn took it and motioned to the kitchen. "I left breakfast prepared. You can claim to be the only humans I've prepared breakfast for on Earth."
"On Earth?" Stark questioned.
"There are humans on other parts of the universe," Aragorn said.
"How?" Stark asked.
"The Isthmus is just the Terran base of the Imperium. The Imperium covers vast systems throughout the universe. The babies I have saved since the dawn of civilization have been used to populate planets the Imperium acquired," Aragorn revealed.
"... That was one of your objectives, right?" Stark opened his eyes wide in realization. "The one resource that you could only find on Earth, humans."
"How astute of you," Aragorn praised. "See you later, possibly in 2012."
Aragorn teleported to Puente Antiguo.
"It appears your men fought Prince Thor," Aragorn commented.
"Mr. Abner," Coulson greeted. A gasp almost escaped him from Aragorn's sudden arrival. "I don't see Ms. Medusa with you today."
"She's a busy lamia," Aragorn offhandedly commented. "So? Were you trounced by 'crazy' man?"
"That's oddly specific and accurate, Mr. Abner," Coulson said.
"You'll find out in a few," Aragorn informed him.
Before Coulson could ask what he meant by that, signals in the room went off.
"Sir, there are readings for another atmospheric disruption," one of the agents informed.
"Is this what you meant, Mr. Abner?" Coulson asked.
"Yes, do yourselves and favor and only observe from a distance," Aragorn ordered. "I'll escort you, but don't approach."
Fury had given Coulson specific orders to take Aragorn's words as his, but even without these directives, Coulson was a human with a strong common sense. He would not disregard the warnings of Aragorn even if it went against his orders.
"You heard Mr. Abner, prepare to roll out," Coulson called out.
A convoy of black governmental cars exited the temporary base. Aragorn took point and flew ahead of the convoy. Soon, they arrived a few klicks away from the location the scanners indicated.
They could not see much from that distance, but Aragorn, helpfully, created a few space windows for them to observe the markings left behind by the arrival of The Warriors Three and Lady Sif.
"You have people spying the 'crazy' man, don't you?" Aragorn asked.
"Yes, Mr. Abner," Coulson replied.
"I'll give you information about him and these 'meteorological' events, in exchange, evacuate the town as soon as possible," Aragorn offered. "Nothing too extreme, just a mile or two away from the town."
"Get on it!" Coulson wasted no time and ordered through his comms to Barton. He had kept the channel open for Barton to hear while he remained safeguarding the temporary base.
"Roger that," Barton replied.
"As you may know, but might not believe, deities used to roam this planet," Aragorn started his story.
"According to some studies, the rise of the Abrahamic religions and the fall of Troy are some of the accredited events for this," Coulson said.
"Yes, a little bit of both," Aragorn confirmed. "There was a regulatory organ of divine authorities. This organ created some laws to govern the interaction between deities and mortals. Can you guess what happened next?"
"The deities stepped out of line?" Coulson asked.
"Pretty much," Aragorn nodded and continued his story. "I punished the Olympians and set an example. Then came Yahweh's religion. Seeing that humanity was beginning to lean towards monotheism, these pantheons decided to leave Earth."
"Were they after the worship?" Coulson inquisitively asked.
"Yes, faith can be used as a fertilizer and fuel for deities," Aragorn affirmed. "Around the days of Jesus Christ, I sold the right of ownership of the planet to Asgard. That is the identity of your visitors."
"... Are they technically the owners of the planet?" Coulson asked, his heart feared the answer.
"To some extent, they are," Aragorn confirmed.
"..." Coulson took a pause to think, then he continued, "What does this imply for us?"
"They find no value on Earth other than to claim ownership of the nine realms," Aragorn assured him. Couson let out a sigh of relief. "Now, these markings are left behind by the Bifrost, the mechanism that bridges realms to Ansgard and vice versa."
As if on cue, the clouds above took an unnatural formation, and a pillar of light shrouded by a tornado's funnel fell upon the desert.
The Destroyer Armor had arrived.
"If they don't care about Earth, why the sudden increase in activity?" Coulson asked.
"It's a matter of a Royal Succession," Aragorn said.
"... Truly?" Coulson deadpanned.
"What a mortal problem, right?" Aragorn asked with a chuckle.
"So the crazy man was one of the royal heirs?" Coulson asked. He was already getting a migraine due to the report he was going to have to write, and the political implications.
"Heir apparent to Odin's throne, but his is the slow one of the brothers, so his cunning brother got the jump on him," Aragorn spoke as if gossiping.
"And what about that thing?" Coulson pointed at the distancing Destroyer as it made it to the town.
"I believe Odin built to face me, but I pulled him down from Asgard before he had the chance to use it on me; the events of the fall of Troy," Aragorn revealed.
"... Do they consider us their enemies by affiliation to you, Mr. Abner?" Coulson queried.
"No, they don't care about you," Aragorn said. "You can even consider them your protectors. It's because of Asgard's reputation that many avoid Earth. I'm not that famous on the outside, after all."
"This has been informative. Thank you, Mr. Abner," Coulson said.
"It was part of the deal," Aragorn said. "I'll go to the town to make sure the armor is not destroyed."
"May I know why?" Coulson asked.
"To study it, of course," Aragorn said as if it was obvious.
Coulson took a risk and asked, "Could we give it a shot too?"
"Mmmmm, I don't see a problem; however, let there be no confusion, the Destroyer is mine and you'll only be allowed temporary access to it," Aragorn said.
"It's more than I could ask for," Coulson thanked him.
Aragorn nodded and teleported.
He arrived in time to see the Destroyer trash the Warriors Three and Lady Sif.
Volstagg the Svelte, the redhead who looked more like mythological Thor than Thor, shot across the air at the Destroyer after Fandral and Hogun assisted him. Only to be bitchslap by the Destroyer into a car.
The Destroyer menacingly marched to Volstagg, and when it looked like it was about to blast him to Valhalla, Lady Sif fell from the sky and speared through the Destroyer's neck.
Naturally, things were not so easy.
The Destroyer mechashifted itself to face toward Lady Sif, his back becoming his front and vice versa, and blasted away. She narrowly avoided the beam of explosive, searing death and fell to the ground.
"Fall back!" Lady Sif commanded.
However, the beam of explosive death was faster.
Volstagg fell into a local dinner and was subsequently blasted away with the edifice.
'I feel like that beam sometimes explodes things, others sear through.'
-Yes, it's strange. It hit the dinner and it exploded.-
|But it hit like Scott's laser that car behind which Lady Sif was taking cover instead of exploding it with her.|
>It hit the fuel station, and it exploded. That makes sense.<
'But it also hit the asphalt, and it exploded. That makes no sense.'
While Aragorn was evaluating the properties of the Destroyer's beam, Thor concluded that his friends would die if Loki didn't get what he wanted: his death.
"Brother, whatever I have done to wrong you, whatever I have done to lead you to this, I am truly sorry. But these people are innocent. Taking their lives will gain you nothing."
The Destroyer lit up with a preloaded beam. Ready to explode or sear through Thor, either way, in his current mortal coil, he would die.
"So take mine, and end this."
The Destroyer powered down and took a step back...
Then pimp-slapped Thor.
"NO!" Jane Foster cried out.
'She looks exactly like the Padme of our (my) Earth.'
-She doesn't look like the Padme of this Earth's Star Wars.-
|Funny enough, the Natalie Portman of this Earth played Padme.|
>Which means that there's a Padme in Void-chan knows where that looks like the Natalie Portman of this Earth, and one that looks like the Natalie Portman of our (my) Earth?<
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'Gasp!'
-Gasp!-
|Gasp!|
>Gasp!<
While Aragorn was focused on more important things, Thor and Jane Foster had a tearful goodbye.
The Destroyer turned around and marched away slowly.
But Mjølnir said NO!
It flew away to its wielder, broke the sound barrier, and aimed directly at its beloved. There's a reason why Stormbreaker would later be jealous of Mjølnir.
The real reason Mjølnir decided to answer Thor's call was that it could not allow its beloved to die in the hands of the hussy, Jane Foster.
Yes, it was not about worthiness and sacrifice; it was all about a jealous hammer. This hammer learned about obsessive behaviors from its first wielder, Hela. Mjølnir, a replica, had been Thor's first toy; it had seen him grow, go through puberty, play around with women, bully his brother, it accompanied him to his first battles, and it was always by his side. And just as Thor was Mjølnir's god, Mjølnir was Thor's hammer.
How could it allow its wielder to die in the arms of a mortal woman he has known for at most a day and a half?
Or at least that's how Aragorn saw it, because in his mind, there's no way Thor gained the mindset demanded of a ruler in a day.
With a mighty thunderstrike, after Erik Selvig had to drag Jane Foster away from the fly path of Mjølnir—more evidence that the hammer was jealous—Thor was back.
Clad in Asgardian armor, a red flowing cape on his shoulders, and the jealous hammer in his hand.
The Destroyer immediately used his beam, but Mjølnir shot at it and struck its headpiece.
Thor extended his hand, and the hammer returned, not before striking the Destroyer once more on its way back.
Yet, Loki wielding it or not, this was the Destroyer. More was needed to deal with it.
Thor swirled his hammer like a lasso, the winds answered their call, and a tornado began to take shape right in the middle of the town.
"Could you not?" Aragorn appeared right next to him.
Thor reflexively struck at him.
But the strike never arrived. Aragorn locked his hand in place.
"Release me, horned one! I must stop my brother!" Thor bellowed.
"It's already been dealt with," Aragorn said. He pointed at the static armor. Its seams no longer alight with magical energy and the Odinforce.
"Who are you?" Thor asked.
"Uwah!" Darcy Lewis voiced out a strange noise that sounded equal parts excited and like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "That's Mr. Abner! We're so busted! Do you think I could take a selfie with him?"
"Who's this magician?" Volstagg asked.
"I haven't heard of a magician of his might before," Hogun added.
"Surely one of his caliber would have stories and tales of his epics," Fandral commented.
Lady Sif, contrary to her companions, recognized something oddly familiar about Aragorn's horns and eternal flame. "Oh, no," she muttered.
"It seems your father has not spoken of me to his son," Aragorn commented. "Can I trust you won't swing Mjølnir at me if I let you go?"
"Aye, you have my word, horned one," Thor replied.
Aragorn let go of him and took a step back. "There's no need to cause more damage in Midgard," he said. "You must have important business to attend to in Asgard, do you not?"
"I must stop my brother," Thor nodded.
"Then why don't you go to the Bifrost point and return succinctly?" Aragorn suggested. "I was in contact with Heimdall until some time ago, but he can't reach me anymore. Maybe the situation is more dire than expected."
Thor had many questions, but Aragorn's arguments were logical.
"T-Thor," Lady Sif called with a slight stammer. "We must make haste to Asgard. Let's follow the advice of Lord Aragorn."
"Sif, you know the horned one?" Thor asked.
"That is not important right now, is it?" Sif pressured. "I fear for our home in Loki's hands."
"You speak the truth," Thor assented. "Friends, let us return!" He turned to the Warriors Three. He then strode forward to Jane and hugged her by the waist. "Lady Jane, do you wish to see the Rainbow Bridge?"
Jane Foster, with her brain following the will of her ovaries, said, "Hehe, y-yes."
Aragorn could swear he saw a small arc from Mjølnir.
Thor took the sky with Jane in hand.
"Mr. Abner, can I take a selfie?" Darcy Lewis asked. Erik Selvig felt like facepalming and praising her commitment and will.
"There's already one in your gallery," Aragorn informed her.
"No way!" Incredulously, Darcy Lewis tapped rapidly on her smartphone to open the gallery, and there she found it. A selfie of her and Aragorn. "Oh my god!"
She posted it in a second. Profile picture.
"Go away, Asgardians," Aragorn addressed them. "Your kingdom needs you more than Midgard does."
A few seconds later, the Asgardians and company drove away in Jane Foster's car.
Coulson came out of hiding and stood next to Aragorn, observing the inactive Destroyer.
"I don't think I need to tell you this, but if you want to be in the good graces of the prince, you must return Jane Foster her equipment and build a positive rapport with her," Aragorn advised.
"SHIELD takes care of its assets," Coulson replied.
"So, where do you want to carry out your research on this weapon?" Aragorn asked while pointing at the Destroyer.
"You're letting us choose?" Coulson asked, surprised by how forthcoming Aragorn had been.
"I have a vested interest in seeing what you'll develop based on this," Aragorn curtly replied.
"The Triskelion would be preferable," Coulson said.
"Alright, see you there," Aragorn said before opening a portal.
"Mr. Abner, about Hydra..." Coulson draweled.
Aragorn simply said, "Good luck telling them apart from your companions." He then walked through the portal, and the armor floated behind.
The flash of the Bifrost in the distance confirmed the departure of the visitors.
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