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Did I say that previous news felt like a punch to the gut? I was wrong. That didn't touch me at all, but this hit me like a truck!
What kind of soap opera is this?! This wasn't in the movie script! Marvel Cinematic Universe, what the Surtur are you doing with my life? A-a-ah!!! Thor is my uncle! God forbid he finds out! He's an insufferable egocentric snob as it is!
And Frigga, meanwhile, nodded…
"So not only am I half-monster that mothers use to scare children, not only am I the son of Laufey, but I am also the son of a completely crazy bloody maniac-traitor who screwed up so bad she was wiped clean from Asgard's history?"
"You are my son. And Odin's son. That is our word," now Frigga's gaze clearly read 'and I will skin anyone who tries to yelp anything about this.'
"Oh-ho-ho-ho-hoh…" I buried my face in my hands. "I wasn't ready for this; give me a minute to gather my thoughts…"
If only there were thoughts to gather, because white noise with static discharges reigned in my head, like in old tube TVs…
"Loki," my mother's voice brought me out of prostration… yes, not mine, but right now I was almost ready not even to correct myself in my thoughts.
"What?" opening my eyes, I squinted toward the woman.
In response, she silently suggested looking into the far corner of the bedchamber.
Following her gaze, I saw Gungnir frozen on its heel, pointing vertically upward, as it always did as soon as Odin released his hand.
The spear leaned on nothing, maintaining a vertical position on its own, and… I immediately understood what the Queen was driving at.
"Mom…" a heavy sigh escaped my chest on its own. "But I am the God of Deceit and Mischief; half of Asgard can't stand me, and the other half despises me! See?" I extended my hand toward the spear, mentally sending a call in its direction. "I can't even summon Gung, "
I didn't have time to finish before the golden shaft leaped into my hand, overcoming the entire space of the bedchamber, and lay in my palm like it belonged there…
"I summoned Gungnir?.." I stared dumbfoundedly at Odin's spear. "Does it even know how to do that?" implying flying into the master's hand, I turned to Frigga.
"It is the weapon of the King of Asgard," the woman, literally beaming with pride, smiled warmly at me. "Of course, it is no worse than the heir's weapon."
"But it never did that before…" I felt like an idiot.
"Because your father didn't need it to, but you did."
"But… Wait," I squeezed my eyes shut nervously, feeling as if I had eaten a lemon. "Magic doesn't work that way! Artifacts either can do something or they can't."
"And yet it lay in your hand."
"That proves nothing!"
"On the contrary, it means you can be King. Besides, even if you don't like the title, shouldn't the idea of wrapping the entire kingdom of the Aesir around his finger appeal to the God of Deceit and Wicked Pranks?" Legions of laughter danced in the eyes of said Aesir's Queen.
"Uh-hm-neh…"
I shifted my gaze from my interlocutor to the all-metal spear made of Uru, which served as the prototype for partisans on Earth.
The artifact's power flowed into my fingers, mixing with mine and entering resonance, multiplying my own magical strength several times over.
The skills and capabilities of one of the most powerful weapons in the galaxy opened to my mind.
And I also felt the artifact's pseudo-mind tuning into me, forming a long-term bond, as if seriously deciding to settle in my hands for a long, long time.
"Fine," my shoulders slumped, illustrating complete defeat, they had me surrounded on all sides. "You've convinced me."
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Westchester, New York.
"Professor," my phantom found Charles in his office and immediately got down to business, "may I ask you for a favor upon which the fate of the Nine Realms depends?"
When I delved into the details of the situation and reconstructed the chronology of events, I felt a strong desire to drink, but alas, I couldn't afford such a weakness.
Basically, it was about Thor… As always. But especially now.
The guy managed to literally step on every plot rake of the original story, as if he were reading the script. And although generally this was explainable, I still felt like my teeth were sweating in some places.
First, Odin didn't reinvent the wheel and dumped Thor in the same southern USA as in the movie.
Maybe not exactly the same place, but one way or another, a group of ufologist scientists, or whoever they are, tracked the opening of the Bifrost and found the guy.
In itself, this wasn't difficult, Asgard constantly rotates troops, and the Bifrost works regularly for this.
And since Midgard is still one of the Nine Realms, whose magical background, among other things, is directly connected to Asgard, this background reacts to the disturbances created by the Bridge.
This is reflected in physical reality, usually spawning "northern lights" in some areas of the planet.
In other words, if you know what to look for, you can notice the Bridge activation on Earth, and you don't even need particularly advanced technology for this.
In short, they found my little brother, and then the circus with horses began: first they hand him over to the hospital as a psycho, then steal him from this hospital, then get scared that he is a psycho and split up, then turn on the "pity mode" and help again.
But that would be fine; I would have happily and vilely giggled at this, watching the suffering and humiliation of the Mighty Thor.
But the second point was the main one here, and it was precisely for its resolution that I came to Xavier now.
"…" the bald telepath looked up from the computer monitor, examined my face for a split second, gathering his thoughts, and, touching the chair control lever, drove out from behind the desk to meet me. "I am listening extremely attentively."
"I love it when honest people dodge answering using my method! It's so touching!" I was almost sincerely enthusiastic. "But the matter is specific, in which I will need your trust."
"That is, I shouldn't ask questions?" Xavier grasped the essence immediately, not showing his attitude towards this with his face in any way.
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