Frigga, seeing that Aaron didn't seem to be against it, breathed a slight sigh of relief.
This matter had to be communicated to Aaron.
Of course, it was fine if Aaron disagreed. Anyway, Odin was determined to completely resolve Hela's problem. He was the one who caused this, and he had to take responsibility for it.
With Aaron now in Asgard, Odin had no worries.
If he waited another two years, he would become even older, and then he would truly be willing but unable.
Aaron didn't put much thought into this matter.
Aaron asked about another matter, "Frigga, I remember you are from Vanaheim. Do you know where the descendants of their King are?"
Frigga looked over in confusion and pondered. "As far as I know, the descendants of the Vanaheim's King have gone missing, and I don't know their whereabouts."
"If you need to find them, you can tell me. Actually, I have a trace of the King's blood within me."
Aaron was quite surprised by this.
Just when it seemed like there was no way out, he stumbled upon a solution without any effort.
Subsequently, Frigga began to explain and Aaron understood.
The Vanir were essentially the same as Asgardians. Power was passed down from generation to generation.
The Vanir bloodline was more abundant, but also more mixed.
Frigga possessed a very weak bloodline, which was one of the reasons she could represent the Vanir in a marriage alliance with Odin.
The same applied to Sif, Heimdall, and Hogun.
They were sent by the Vanir to Asgard as 'hostages' for peace.
Strictly speaking, they also possessed a minute trace of Vanir bloodline.
Aaron was still puzzled as to why no one from the Vanir had come to the banquet some time ago.
Now that he thought about it, Frigga represented the Vanir.
Aaron sighed with emotion.
Vanir were once a powerful race on par with Asgardians, but unexpectedly, after thousands of years, such a large race couldn't even produce a single capable individual.
In the original story, after the Bifrost Bridge was damaged, a group of foreign marauders could run rampant in Vanaheim.
Although this was partly due to internal strife within the Vanir themselves, it showed that the Vanir had become so weak that they couldn't even protect their own divine realm.
It's not surprising when you think about it.
In the normal timeline, Asgard was blown up, and the only one they could rely on was Thor. Looking at it this way, they were even more miserable than the Vanir.
Since the Vanir bloodline was right in front of him, Aaron didn't hold back. He directly used Telekinesis and Phasing to obtain a strand of Frigga's hair without her noticing.
He melted it down casually.
[Power of Vanir (Incomplete): Detected similar ability (Water Control). Fusion completed. You have gained the Legacy Power of the Vanir, thereby wielding the power of storms and oceans.]
[Compendium of Magic (Frigga): You have gained all the magic mastered by Frigga.]
Aaron glanced at it and then ignored it.
He was gradually looking down on this level of Divine Authority now.
He was more looking forward to what kind of gains he would get after these powers merged.
Aaron and Frigga chatted for a few more moments.
Thor and Loki were listeners throughout,
At a certain moment.
Aaron suddenly stopped, his expression unreadable. "You can go back first."
Thor was startled, while Loki seemed to be deep in thought, as if he had realized something.
Frigga reacted quickly. "Odin is back?"
Aaron nodded, then instantly vanished from the reception room. When he reappeared, he was already at the Bifrost Bridge.
At this moment.
Heimdall, the God of Guardianship, watched Hela vigilantly.
The latter paid no attention to his gaze. Hela spread her arms, as if embracing the entire sky.
"I'm finally back."
Odin sighed.
His condition was not good at the moment. Destroyer had several unrecovered holes. The strands of hair falling from the helmet's seams were slightly disheveled.
His majestic and noble appearance before departing was nowhere to be found.
Even Odin's eyes no longer had their past sharpness.
"Hela, we agreed, in the name of Gungnir."
"Of course, my dear 'father'."
"It's my fault I lost to you again."
Hela smiled without warmth, uttering the most intimate words in the coldest tone.
She was truly fed up with Hel.
Her power was unprecedentedly weak, with no progress for two thousand years.
And the battle with the Valkyrie had even caused her to lose the power to break the seal.
As a result, she lost in her fight with Odin.
She had no choice but to agree to Odin's 'ridiculous' condition.
"Speaking of which, where is my dear uncle?"
"The one you described as the greatest and most powerful God King in history."
"I can't wait to see what he looks like."
A sharp glint flashed in Hela's eyes.
As she stepped onto Asgardian soil, she was continuously absorbing Asgard's power. Her weak and empty body was rapidly filling up.
She was like a traveler who had spent many days in the desert, parched and desperate, finally arriving at a water source, then becoming greedy and frantic, taking without limit.
Her strength was rapidly recovering, and her ambition was also rapidly growing.
Odin saw through her thoughts, but he had already known this outcome when he released her.
But he didn't regret it. Even if something went wrong, at worst, he would fight to the death to suppress and seal Hela again.
Of course, from the moment Hela agreed to that condition, she no longer had a chance.
"My dear uncle, I know you can hear my voice, your favorite niece is here!"
Hela shouted towards the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf, completely disregarding the strange looks from the surrounding golden-armored guards.
"Oh, my dear niece, you miss me so much?"
Hela and Odin turned around simultaneously. Aaron had appeared behind them at some unknown point. He was merely less than three meters away from them.
He has grown stronger again!
Odin found Aaron increasingly unfathomable, as if there were two dimensions separating them.
Hela was also somewhat surprised, but she didn't dwell on it.
The moment she saw Aaron, her blood was already boiling, and a certain primordial power was becoming uncontrollable.
"Uncle, you look really handsome."
Hela conjured two longswords, taking elegant and noble steps, swaying as she approached Aaron.
"I am Hela, daughter of Odin, Goddess of Death."
"Originally, your position should have belonged to me, your niece."
Odin said with a double meaning, "Aaron, I'm entrusting my daughter to you. Don't be polite, her body can handle a lot."
My goodness.
Other fathers would fear their daughters being taken advantage of too much.
But you...
Not only do you not feel bad, you even want the other party to be more aggressive.
Aren't you afraid she'll cry from being exhausted?
Aaron glanced at Odin, and said meaningfully, "Odin, your parenting skills need improvement."
"Either an ambitious schemer or a brute, and then a conspirator, quite a complete set."
Odin coughed heavily, feeling extremely embarrassed.
He thought he had been wise and mighty his whole life, but why was his parenting so terrible?