The Bifrost lay shattered behind them, fragments of the rainbow bridge fading into the void. Thor walked at his father's side in silence, his heart heavy from victory and loss.
A palpable silence stretched between them, broken only by Odin's voice, grave and deliberate as a low rumble of thunder. "Tell me, Thor... while you were in Midgard, did you meet anyone of significance?"
Thor's brow furrowed at the memory, though his voice carried quiet respect. "There were three who stood out, Father. A woman—Jane, kind and steadfast, who remained by my side. A strange priest, cloaked in the smell of blood, as though he had just walked from battle. And a young girl, Lily—small in frame, with courage far greater than her size. She not only lifted Mjolnir but even stood against the destroyer."
Odin's one eye narrowed, searching his son's face for any flicker of hesitation. "And what about women with silver hair?"
Thor blinked at the specificity, confusion plain in his expression. "No, Father… I saw no woman with silver hair. But there was a woman who kept herself veiled, her body hidden beneath her garments."
For a moment, Odin did not answer. His shoulders eased slightly, as though a burden had loosened but not lifted. "It's good she has covered herself," he muttered. "If you see her again, try to avoid looking at her."
Thor slowed his step, puzzled. "Father, is there anything special about that woman?"
Odin did not reply. Instead, his gaze swept the ground below as if something was watching. He was sure there was something on the ground. He raised Gungnir, its tip glowing faintly, and drove the weapon into the ground with a thunderous strike.
The ground shuddered. From the fractured stone, a small shape crawled free—black metal glinting, legs twitching in unnatural rhythm. A spider, but not of flesh or Midgard's nature. Its body was made of metal, and its eyes glowed faint red.
Thor stared at the twitching machine, its legs scraping against the stone with sharp metallic clicks. "We have metal spiders in Asgard now?"
Odin's silence was heavier than any answer. His eye fixed on the construct, his grip on Gungnir tightening. With a swift motion, he drove the spear's energy into the ground again. A flash of power erupted, scattering fragments of stone—yet when the light cleared, the spider was gone. Vanished into the cracks as if the earth itself had swallowed it.
Thor turned, unsettled. "It fled? Father—what was that thing?"
Odin lowered Gungnir slowly, his expression shadowed. "Something is amiss here—something that does not belong." His voice hardened, carrying the weight of command. "Thor, alert the guards. They are to remain on high alert until I say otherwise."
Thor hesitated, torn between concern and obedience. But seeing the unease etched across his father's face, he gave a firm nod. "As you command, Father."
Thor and Odin pressed forward, their figures fading toward the golden spires of the palace. Behind, in the fractured stone, the spider stirred again.
Slowly, it's back split open with a whisper of grinding metal. From within, smaller spiders crept forth—slender, black, and precise, each no larger than an ant. They scattered soundlessly, slipping into cracks and shadows, vanishing into Asgard's foundations.
The spider was flung into the breach of the Bifrost itself. When Thor returned from Midgard, Luthar had slipped his construct into the rainbow stream, letting the bridge deliver it straight into the heart of Asgard.
It was no mere machine, but a marker—a thief, a map. With each flicker of its crimson eyes, it recorded, transmitted and continued to send back the video footage. Meanwhile, at the base on Earth, Luthar carried the sedated agent toward his aircraft, moving with precise efficiency.
Luthar approached his aircraft, its frame glinting faintly under the dim lights of the base. Without thinking too much, he activated the system storage. After 20 seconds, the aircraft disappeared in front of everyone.
With the aircraft secured, Luthar carried the sleeping agent toward the helicopter. Freya and the first agent followed silently, alert to every sound, while Natasha brought up the rear.
The first agent spoke softly, voice low and reverent. "There is a helicopter, my lady. But it will be risky to fly directly to the main base; we must maintain low altitude to avoid detection."
Luthar adjusted the sedated agent in his arms, placing her carefully in the cabin while the others took their positions. The engines hummed steadily as the helicopter lifted off, the last rays of the sun slipping behind the jagged peaks.
Freya's presence was a steadying force, guiding the first agent with subtle gestures. Natasha's tension was palpable, and Luthar remained focused, ensuring the path was clear and the sedated agent secure.
The helicopter wove through the night, its rotors stirring the cold air. The treetops scraped against its underside, leaves brushing the hull. Luthar's arms tightened slightly around the sedated agent, noting the tremor each contact sent through the craft.
He cast a glance at the aircraft, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "We have aircraft with eight hundred years of service… and yet we are flying a helicopter that might crumble if a single branch scratches it," he muttered under his breath. Unfortunately, the roar of the rotors swallowed his words entirely so no one heard him.
Freya was curiously observing everything from the window. The first agent stayed focused, expertly piloting the helicopter, while Natasha's eyes tracked every shadow outside the cabin.
The mountains loomed ahead, jagged ridges cutting into the night. Luthar's mind calculated the safest path as the helicopter dipped low, brushing closer to the trees than anyone had preferred.
After hours of careful flight, skimming treetops and navigating the jagged ridges, the mountain finally rose before them. The helicopter hovered, low and steady, the tension of the journey pressing on every occupant. Finally, they found a suitable clearing and began the slow descent.
Luthar sat quietly, cradling the sedated agent in his arms. He made no move beyond adjusting her gently when she shifted, his attention focused solely on keeping her stable.
The helicopter touched down at last, rotors slowing to a low hum as the craft settled among the rocks. The sedated agent stirred, eyelids fluttering as consciousness crept back. Luthar instinctively reached for the syringe.
"Stop," Natasha said sharply, her voice cutting through the cabin. She laid a steadying hand on the agent's arm. "We can't continue like this, let me help her."
The agent blinked, confusion clouding her features. Her gaze lingered on Freya for a fraction of a second, reverence in her eyes, before focusing on Natasha's calm presence.
"Easy," Natasha murmured, voice firm but gentle. "Don't overreact, okay? Just calm down and listen." Then she realised she had nothing further to say. If she were working with SHIELD, she could have reassured her by saying, We're going to save you and the other girls. Instead, her mind struggled to form the right words.
Strangely, Luthar did not interrupt her thinking, remaining silent waiting for her to handle the situation.
Authors note : okay so I did set up the sub plot as letting go of Thor was too much nonsense if Luthar didn't steal anything from asgard it would feel like he is just for talk currently I am thinking about how to continue the story after this red ROOM while I got the main villain which is currently hidden maybe mc could take a break back in the dungeon world then come back 😵💫
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