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Chapter 104 : Gifts from Midgard
🕑 Added 2025-07-21 08:20:25 +0000 UTCAsgard
the epic home base of the Aesir gods, ruled by Odin himself. Myths say it's cut off from Earth's Midgard, but some old researchers figured it was basically a massive floating castle. Reality? It's a weird, flat planetoid chilling at the center of the Nine Realms—no spinning, no orbiting stars, just hanging there like Odin punched it into existence back in his prime. Even Hela, the death goddess, siphons power straight from its core—the stronger Asgard gets, the deadlier she becomes.
Aidan exploded out of the portal, energy crackling around him like static. He barely had a second to blink at the massive golden towers and roaring waterfalls dropping into infinite space before a huge, bearded dude in ancient armor barreled toward him, grinning like he'd won a fight.
"Hey, Aidan, you are finally here! I didn't expect you to be a mage," the bearded man said, charging up and slinging a beefy arm around Aidan's shoulder with enough force to make him stagger. Sif and the rest of the crew piled in, all pumped greetings and solid handshakes.
"Hey, good to see you guys again," Aidan said with a quick grin, steadying himself and returning the vibes.
A sudden gust whipped up like a storm front—Thor slamming down from the sky, Mjolnir gripped tight, lightning flickering in his eyes. "Asgard welcomes thee with thunder and glory!" he boomed, landing with a earth-shaking thud and pulling Aidan into a warrior's clasp.
They traded a few laughs and nods, the air buzzing with that unbreakable Asgardian energy, then the group charged toward the banquet palace, boots echoing like war drums on the polished stone.
"I figured you'd all be slammed," Aidan said, keeping up with the pack. "Rainbow Bridge down—rebellions kicking off everywhere, right?"
"Aye, 'twas a tempest of battles and betrayals," Thor replied, striding ahead like a king on the march. "Only now do we draw breath."
Sif matched Aidan's pace, her sharp eyes curious. "A mage of Midgard? Thou hast never woven spells in my sight before."
"Wasn't in the temple back then," Aidan shrugged, sticking close to her amid the wall of muscle. "I fought with tech—gadgets doing the heavy lifting. Oh, and I brought some stuff for you all." He flicked open his space ring, pulling out gear like it was Christmas morning.
First off: a sleek camera for Thor. "This thing takes photos—your speed." Aidan handed it over with a mocking wink, like he was in on some private joke.
Thor blinked, then a massive grin split his face as it clicked. He snatched it up. "By Odin's beard! My thanks, friend!"
Next, a heavy porcelain jar for Volstagg. "Wine from an old brewmaster at the temple. Hauled it here special."
Volstagg's eyes lit up like bonfires. "Let me at it!" He popped the seal, and a thick, heady scent exploded out—rich and intoxicating. He took a deep sniff, then a swig. "Oh ho! This nectar rivals the finest meads!" he bellowed, slapping his belly with delight.
Fandral and Hogun shot expectant looks Aidan's way, hyped.
"Check this: a flying sword I whipped up myself. Carries you through the air, shrinks down for your pocket—easy mode." Aidan unveiled a long blade etched with pulsing black runes and tossed it to Fandral. "Give it a spin."
Fandral, the ultimate sword ace, caught it with flair. He channeled his will, and the blade zipped around him in a deadly blur. It swelled up, lifting him off the ground. "Woo-hoo! This blade is a marvel!" he yelled, banking hard through the air, looping like a pro pilot. With this bad boy, he'd be turning heads and breaking hearts even more.
"Our maidens had best guard their hearts," Sif teased, smirking at his aerial show.
Aidan kept the momentum going, yanking out a silver metal ball the size of a softball, red runes glowing like embers. "This is Transformium tech I built. Morphs into whatever—knife, sword, hammer, you pick." He demo'd it, the metal shifting in a flash: a razor-sharp blade slicing the wind, then a hefty hammer ready to crush. "Self-repairs, no maintenance headaches. Weight adjusts too. Yours, Hogun." He lobbed it over. "Turn it into jewelry or whatever when you're not fighting."
Hogun snatched it mid-air, excitement flashing in his eyes. It transformed instantly—a sword he swung with precision, then a brutal mace he tested with powerful thumps. "My gratitude runs deep. This shall serve me well in the fray." Hogun wasn't Asgard-born, but his raw power outmatched most gods, and as a weapon master, this shape-shifter was his perfect edge.
Last up: Sif. Aidan had mulled this one over big time. "Your gift might need a minute, Lady Sif. But if you're down, I can hack a way to turn your hair back to blonde." He nodded at her dark strands.
"You noticed?" she asked, eyebrows shooting up.
"Yeah—definitely some potion messing with it. I'll be studying here for a while; bet I can brew a reversal." He flashed back to the tale: kid Loki's sneaky haircut prank, the dwarf wig that got sabotaged with magic sludge, turning it black for good.
"Then I shall rely on thy skill," Sif said, a spark of hope cutting through her warrior toughness. She'd made peace with the black, but that golden shine? It was her true fire.
Gifts done, the crew was buzzing, storming toward the banquet palace with Aidan in the mix. He was the Ancient One's disciple, after all—Asgard wasn't about to half-ass the hospitality for a guest like that.
The Rainbow Bridge's smash had unleashed pure hell: energy waves throwing the Nine Realms into chaos, cutting off fast travel. Asgard's forces couldn't hit the hot zones quick enough, letting hidden rebels ignite wars across the stars. Space hopping was the only option left—way too slow, like crawling when you needed to sprint. That's why the warriors had been running ragged.
Aidan's visit wasn't just for kicks—it came with a killer deal. Queen Frigga would school him in Asgardian magic, Odin would ship him off to the dwarves for forging know-how. In return? Aidan builds Space Bridges—portals to shuttle troops and crush those uprisings fast. No free rides in the god game.
Weird side note: those Transformers space bridges were like Rainbow Bridge knockoffs. Both could trash a whole planet if pushed—the Rainbow from raw power overload, the space ones from a warp backlash that imploded everything. But Aidan's version needed a network of pillars to go nuclear; a solo unit was chill.
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firerock laser
Thanks for the chapter
KnifesAreCool
Nice. I thought you forgot about us 🥹
