Over the past several days that Wyatt had spent in Asgard, he dedicated himself to training his Mystic Eyes. This unique ability, gifted to him by Odin, promised to unlock new dimensions of perception and understanding, enhancing Wyatt's already impressive capacity to perceive the world due to his powers.
After the first three days, his training had finally begun to bear fruit; the once bewildering tapestry of magical intricacies that lived throughout the realm was now clear for Wyatt to understand.
Asgard itself was a realm of vivid colors and hidden arcane symbols, each element revealing its secrets to him thanks to his new sight. He could now decipher the underlying principles of magic etched into the floors and buildings—the delicate interplay of will and energy casted eons ago, the precise gestures that shaped this reality, and the incantations that breathed life into spells.
However, this newfound level of understanding wasn't enough when Wyatt attempted to try and cast spells of his own. Despite his magical understanding, the practical application of magic still eluded him, mainly because he had never been able to observe how seasoned magicians worked. Despite the incredible setting that was Asgard, it was vastly devoid of any public displays of magic.
The only magical prowess he witnessed came from the illustrious Queen Frigga herself when she had used her magic in the grand gardens of the palace. Frigga was master spellcaster renowned for her wisdom and magical prowess, she commanded the elements with ease, yet Wyatt couldn't bring himself to approach her for guidance.
He felt as if it would be seen as extremely rude asking the Queen for guidance considering that he was already being allowed to stay in the royal palace.
Thus, he found himself at a loss for now, yearning to cast spells but hindered by a lack of practical experience. Thankfully, Thor had guided Wyatt to Asgard's incredible library where he found several tomes on magic. Tomes on which Wyatt studied for hours late at night along with any other book he could get his hands on regarding Asgard's culture and knowledge.
For now, the ability to wield magic effectively still eluded Wyatt. At least until he could encounter a magician to learn under or watch.
Despite this setback, his Mystic Eyes proved invaluable in other ways. With this new heightened vision, he could perceive the world at a new, astonishing level of detail. He found himself able to see the intricate movements of individuals during battle, analyzing their internal magical circuits—an elaborate network that every living being possessed.
These circuits were the key to learning and practicing the Mystic arts, allowing those with the right talent to harness their magical potential.
However, as Wyatt had come to realize, possessing the capacity to learn something did not necessarily equate to having the inherent talent or ability to do so.
As he immersed himself in training with his newfound Mystic Eyes during sparring sessions with the young warriors of Asgard, he discovered a remarkable ability to trace the movements of his sparring partners with uncanny precision. Each flicker of motion became crystal clear, as if time itself had slowed down around him.
This heightened perception, combined with the lightning-fast processing power of his mind, allowed him to capture every subtle shift and nuance in their actions, creating an intricate picture of their movements.
He couldn't help but draw vivid parallels to the legendary Sharingan, an iconic ocular power from one of his favorite anime series. This extraordinary ability enabled its users to foresee their opponents' moves, dissecting and analyzing every gesture with razor-sharp clarity. The thrill of wielding such power ignited a fire within him, propelling his training into uncharted realms of skill and mastery.
Although Wyatt didn't see himself primarily as a hand-to-hand combatant, he truly appreciated how this new layer of foresight significantly enhanced his skills as a CQC fighter.
This perceptive advantage was especially handy during his training sessions with Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three. Each exchange during their spars was a whirlwind of skill, power, and agility. Yet, Wyatt found that he could anticipate their movements using his new sight, dodging and countering with newfound confidence despite the disparity in strength and speed between himself and the Asgardians.
Still, there were times he would be too slow to react and be sent to the ground in a heap of pain.
"You catch on quickly, Wilkins! But you need to move faster and swing harder!" Hogun said as he swung his blunted sword against Wyatt's wooden and steel shield. Wyatt grunted as he absorbed the impact of the blow.
"Yeah, easy for you to say! I don't have an Asgardian body!" Wyatt yelled, weaving under another swing. Spinning on his heel, he slammed his own blunted sword into the warrior's stomach.
Hogun grinned and deftly parried the blow. With expert movement, he disarmed Wyatt and kicked his feet out from under him.
Wyatt groaned as he lay on the dirt floor of the training yard. "That was uncalled for."
Hogun chuckled and helped Wyatt to his feet. "Don't be discouraged, Wilkins. Your skills are growing stronger with each bout."
Wyatt offered a tired smile and nodded. "I suppose… it does take you a lot more moves to knock me down to the floor."
Although Wyatt possessed remarkable skills and formidable powers, he recognized the value of further honing his physical abilities, especially in Asgard's finest presence. The Warriors Three—Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg—urged him to embrace the art of weaponry during his time in their legendary realm. Known for their prowess on the battlefield, they offered Wyatt invaluable training that he eagerly accepted.
As Wyatt trained rigorously under the watchful eyes of the Warriors Three, Sif, and Thor, he experienced a rapid evolution in his combat skills.
Every training session challenged him, pushing him to the very edge of his physical and mental limits. With unwavering resolve, he immersed himself in the teachings, absorbing every lesson with intense focus and discipline.He came to understand the Asgardians' profound mastery of hand-to-hand combat, their diverse weaponry, and their intricate tactical strategies.
Through rigorous drills and sparring practices, he became adept at harnessing his physical strength while simultaneously learning the importance of strategy and finesse in battle. The strong bond he developed with his mentors, seasoned warriors themselves, opened his eyes to a new perspective on warfare. They taught him that true strength lies not only in brute force but also in the ability to outthink and outmaneuver an opponent. This blending of physical prowess with clever tactics reshaped his approach to conflict, turning him from a mere fighter into a strategic combatant.
A defining moment arrived for Wyatt when he found himself face-to-face with ten of Asgard's lesser-known warriors in an intense sparring match. The arena, filled with the echoes of clashing weapons and the energy of onlookers, set the stage for an actual test of his abilities. Drawing on everything he had learned during his rigorous training, he meticulously assessed each opponent, taking note of their movements and fighting styles.
With a strategy in mind, he tapped into his newfound skills—an amalgamation of agility, cunning, and hard-won experience. In a breathtaking display of athleticism, Wyatt executed a series of fluid maneuvers, channeling his concentration to bring down half of his adversaries with precision and grace, all without relying on his unique matter-altering abilities.
Though he ultimately found himself overpowered by the remaining challengers, this match marked a pivotal milestone in his journey. Wyatt's performance was no small feat; it demonstrated not just his physical prowess but also his growth in confidence and mastery. In a land renowned for its formidable beings, he had proven that even a mortal could rise to the occasion and challenge the extraordinary, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of those who witnessed his valiant efforts.
"Worry not, Wilkins. You are still young; give yourself time to grow. In time, you shall be able to take me down just as fast," Hogun said and patted Wyatt's back to remove some dirt. "Now come, we have a party to get to!"
Wyatt smiled and nodded as the two walked out of the training yard.
Tonight marked Wyatt's last night in Asgard. After several days of uncertainty and anticipation, Odin had finally devised a way to return Wyatt to Earth—an extraordinary method that didn't require the use of the Bifrost. To celebrate this momentous farewell, Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three had insisted on organizing a grand party, honoring their new friend and fellow warrior.
As Wyatt and Hogun strolled through the bustling streets of Asgard, a vibrant tapestry of colors and sounds surrounded them. The air was filled with the tantalizing scents of spiced meats and baked goods from nearby stalls, while the laughter of children echoed in the distance.
People paused their daily activities to greet the two warriors, their faces lighting up with recognition. Wyatt, despite not having to, had spent his free time helping anyone in need and engaging in friendly conversations whenever he could. Over the days, he had become a popular figure, and many in Asgard had come to cherish his presence.
"Wilkins! We'll see you tonight! Make sure to save a round for us!" called out Birger, the local vegetable merchant, who beamed with gratitude. Just days prior, Wyatt had come to Birger's aid when one of the wheels on his wagon had broken off.
"Wyatt! I made some of my mother's flødeboller! I'll bring some tonight!" shouted Hulda, a bright-eyed girl whose joy was infectious. She waved enthusiastically, her curls bouncing as she jumped up and down. Wyatt had spent an afternoon helping her care for her livestock.
"Aye, we're going to miss ya, young Wilkins! I'll be sure to drink a pint in your honor tonight!" Hugleikr, a robust young man he had assisted with building a fence for his farm, called from atop his horse. His hearty laughter and friendly spirit were hard to forget.
As Wyatt made his way through the streets, more voices chimed in, each bidding him farewell with words of appreciation and sentimentality. He responded with kind smiles and heartfelt acknowledgments, his heart swelling with gratitude for the connections he had forged during his time in Asgard.
For Wyatt, being able to use his powers openly and engage with the people he had helped was a liberating experience. Each friendly face in the crowd reminded him of the impact he had made, and he felt honored to be part of their lives, even if only for a fleeting moment.
Yet, amidst the warmth and camaraderie, a bittersweet ache settled in his chest. He felt a tinge of sadness at the thought of leaving Asgard behind, a place that had welcomed him with open arms.
However, deep down, Wyatt realized that he had to return to Earth. He had people—friends and loved ones—waiting for him and counting on him.
"Worry not, Wilkins. There will always be a place for you in Asgard." Hogun said as they stood in front of the palace. Twin guards stood tall behind them.
Wyatt smiled and waved goodbye to the man as he walked off. He stood motionless, taking in the sights of the glowing city around him with a small smile.
••o••o••o••
The celebration in honor of Wyatt's return to Earth was nothing short of spectacular, stretching on for hours in the opulent grand halls of Asgard's celebration halls. As was tradition in Asgardian festivities, an abundance of food, rich in flavors and textures, flowed alongside endless streams of hearty drinks.
Laughter and music filled the air, creating an enchanting atmosphere that enveloped everyone in warmth. Wyatt found himself swept up in the jovial spirit of the night, whether it was through sharing drinks or dancing the night away. Each dance and toast released the months of tension Wyatt had been carrying, allowing him to fully embrace the joyful moment and forget his troubles as the hero, Atomic.
After a while, seeking a moment of respite from the lively tumult, Wyatt stepped outside for a breath of fresh air.Clutching a goblet of ale, he wandered into the starlit night, where the beauty of Asgard's sky stretched out above him like a canvas sprinkled with shimmering stars.
A soft smile graced his lips as he took a moment to appreciate the breathtaking view. The immense celestial beauty filled him with a bittersweet nostalgia, as he wondered how long it would be before he might return to this magical realm again. The cool breeze carried the distant sounds of revelry, but for a fleeting moment, he was alone with his thoughts.
I wonder how everyone is doing back home. Wyatt thought.
"What's on your mind, Wilkins?" Thor asked as he walked up beside Wyatt, Mjolnir resting at his hip.
"Hm? Oh, I guess I'm just eager to go back home. Not that I haven't enjoyed my time here—Asgard is great. Amazing, really," Wyatt replied. "But... I miss my friends. The longer I'm away, the more I worry about how they're all doing."
"Ah, yes. You carry the weight of responsibility on your shoulders. That's a commendable quality for someone as young as you," Thor said, reminiscing about his own responsibilities and duties. "Worry not, my friend. By this time tomorrow, you shall be back home."
Wyatt nodded, and the two watched as a shooting star streaked across the sky. "This may sound odd, but do you mind if I scan Mjolnir?"
Thor raised an eyebrow but lifted Mjolnir nonetheless. "I must give you a word of warning: my father instilled an enchantment that only allows the worthy to lift Mjolnir."
"Oh no, I don't want to lift it; I doubt I can. I just want to scan it, if you don't mind," Wyatt said, rubbing the back of his head.
"I see; you're referring to your ability to copy anything you touch. Very well then," Thor replied, holding out Mjolnir.
"Thank you, Thor," Wyatt said with a smile as he placed a hand on the hammer, scanning its molecular structure. He gasped slightly as he absorbed the material information of Mjolnir, as well as the intricate magical enchantments Odin placed on it.
In the depths of his mind, he meticulously sifted through countless hours of arcane knowledge, carefully cataloging the intricate details required for the creation of Uru, the legendary metal known for its unparalleled strength and magical properties. He stored this vital information away, safeguarding it for future exploration when the time was right. As he moved forward in his thoughts, he turned his focus to the complex enchantments woven by Odin—the Allfather himself. These powerful spells guarded Mjolnir, ensuring that only those who were truly worthy could lift the mighty hammer. It was a task he knew he wouldn't complete anytime soon. But it was possible.
After ten seconds on the outside, Wyatt opened his eyes and stepped back.
I see now… the Destroyer wasn't made out of Uru like I suspected... It must be made out of some ancient mystic metal Odin must have found eons ago. That explains why it's so complex and powerful. Heck, its molecular makeup is twice as complicated as Uru. I guess for now, I'll keep calling it Mystic Metal. Wyatt thought.
Holding out his hand, Wyatt summoned a flash of crimson light, which revealed a perfect physical replica of Mjolnir. Seeing the duplicate of his hammer, Thor's eyes widened in amazement.
"By Odin's beard! Another Mjolnir!" Thor exclaimed.
"Not exactly. Here, give it a lift," Wyatt said as he held out his own version of Mjolnir. Thor placed the original Mjolnir on his hip and lifted Wyatt's version. After spinning it and examining it in his hands, Thor frowned.
"It weighs the same and the balance is right, but… It's not the same," Thor said.
"Yeah, it's just a cheap copy. If anything, it's a glorified paperweight with no real power," Wyatt replied as Thor handed him the fake Mjolnir. In an instant, Wyatt dematerialized the hammer. "Honestly, I just wanted to learn how to make Uru."
"Uru? That metal is scarce and difficult to acquire. Only the dwarves on Nidavellir have access to it. Are you saying you can create as much as you wish now?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"I… have no words. Your powers are quite extraordinary, Wilkins."
"I hear that a lot."
Thor grinned and began to lead Wyatt back to the festivities. "Come, let us return to the merriment! We must revel like never before, for who knows when we shall meet again!"
It shouldn't be long, that is, if everything continues like the original timeline. Wyatt thought as he and Thor entered the hall to the sounds of music and laughter.
••o••o••o••
Odin stood tall on the ruined Rainbow Bridge with Gungnir in his possession. Behind him, Heimdall, Thor, Sif, the Warriors Three, and Wyatt all stood in waiting.
If I remember correctly, Odin was able to use dark magic to send Thor down to Earth to capture Loki during the events of the Avengers. When Thor returned with Loki and the Tesseract, Asgard was able to rebuild the Rainbow Bridge using the Tesseract's energy, no, an Infinity Stone's energy. But if I let Odin use Dark magic to send me back to Earth... will he still be able to send Thor back to Earth when the time comes to stop Loki? Wyatt thought as he looked down at the ruined remains of the Rainbow Bridge. I can see its magical makeup. I can fix the bridge myself... but I don't have enough energy to do it on my own. Even in my Kaio-ken form, I doubt I'll be able to even get it a quarter of the way rebuilt. It looks like an Infinity Stone is the only way to rebuild it after all.
"The Bifrost was created by an ancient wizard who dreamed of travel between the realms. Ever since its creation, it's been used by the Asgardian gods to travel from Asgard to any of the Ten Realms and worlds beyond. Heimdall, the All-Seer, has guarded and operated it using his sword Hofund from his observatory. Despite its great ability to travel the realms, the Bifrost's power could also be used as a weapon. A weapon powerful enough to destroy an entire realm," Odin spoke, his lone eye observing the cosmos beyond. "My son, Loki, was led astray. In his pursuit to prove himself worthy of the throne, Loki almost destroyed Jotunheim. I do not blame Thor for his decision to destroy the Bifrost to stop the destruction of Jotunheim. For I would have done the same."
Odin turned to Wyatt. "It has taken me great effort and concentration to summon the magic necessary to open a path to Midgard. Use it to travel back home, Wyatt Wilkins. It is my duty as king to ensure I make things right."
Lifting his spear, Odin thrust Gungnir into the bridge, creating a bright portal filled with a kaleidoscope of colors. The portal hummed with unstable energy, forcing those on the bridge to dig their heels into the remnants of the Rainbow Bridge to avoid being pulled in. Acting quickly, Heimdall used Hofund to help Odin stabilize the portal.
"Go now, Wilkins!" Heimdall said as he struggled to keep the portal open. "Quickly!"
Wyatt nodded and looked back at everyone he had come to know over the past several days. "This is goodbye for now. Thank you… for everything."
"We shall meet again, Wilkins. Now go!" Thor said, and those behind him nodded in agreement.
In a flash of crimson, Wyatt donned his red and white Atomic suit and leaped into the portal.
He only hoped that his journey back home wouldn't change future events.
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AN: Hello everyone, I just want to let you all know I've hit a creative wall and my progress in writing this story has slowed down a little. Worry not, I'm still marching on and writing more chapters. Just a little slower. So if I don't post any more bonus chapters, don't be too surprised. Anyways, see you all next time!