The atmosphere turned suffocatingly still.
Every Asgardian warrior froze.
Since the Nine Realms had been unified and Odin had risen as their supreme ruler, never had a single soul—mortal or god—stood before him so boldly. And now, this Earthling dared to make demands of the All-Father.
A mortal.
To many of the elite Asgardians present, Earth was still a backwater rock, barely civilized. And yet here stood this man, challenging Odin publicly.
Then came the explosion.
"Presumptuous!!"
Thousands of warriors roared in fury. Weapons unsheathed, boots pounded the Bifrost. A few elite commanders surged forward, ready to strike down Joseph and the others.
"How dare you insult the King of Gods—"
"Vorstagg! Fandral! Hogan!"
Thor's face darkened as he stepped forward, stopping them. His gaze swept over the three warriors and finally landed on the tall, dark-haired woman in white armor beside them.
"Sif."
"Thor?!"
The three warriors and the Goddess of War, Sif, turned. Their expressions flickered with surprise. Thor was their comrade, a prince raised beside them. And yet he stood there... calm.
Thor, the impulsive one, was holding back?
"Violence won't solve this," Thor said, each word heavy with conviction.
He looked toward Odin.
"Father, I brought them here. Earth is not our enemy. Loki has made mistakes—grave ones—but he is still my brother. We can't abandon him."
Odin's single eye narrowed. "You mean to say the King of Asgard should surrender to blackmail from mortals?"
"This isn't blackmail," Joseph replied calmly. His voice didn't rise, didn't strain. But it carried undeniable authority.
"Earth lost 473,621 souls to Loki's invasion. Perhaps in the eyes of gods that's trivial. But to Earth, those lives matter."
He looked directly at Odin.
"Thanks to Thor's help in resisting the Chitauri, we are willing to let Asgard try Loki in its own court. But—"
"Asgard must pay the price."
"That is the rule."
"And in this universe, there are few things more sacred than rules."
His words rippled across the battlefield. A few Asgardians clenched their jaws. The three warriors of Asgard and Sif exchanged solemn glances.
More than 400,000 dead.
That was more than all of Asgard's population.
Had Loki truly caused such devastation?
Thor's fists trembled. He had witnessed the ruin firsthand—five cities reduced to rubble. He had seen peaceful lives shattered.
As Loki's older brother, he bore the weight of that shame.
"Rules are for equals."
Odin's voice rang like a bell, deep and sonorous. "You dare presume equality with gods, mortal?"
Joseph didn't reply. Instead, he turned, scanning his companions.
Tony.
Diana.
Storm.
Phoenix.
They met his gaze. They understood.
Tony stepped forward. "I guess we'll find out if we're equal."
His usual smugness was gone—replaced by steely determination.
"I expected this," Diana said softly. She pulled the divine shield from her back, gripped her sword, and moved to Joseph's side.
"All life is equal," she said. "No one is born nobler."
Storm and Phoenix exchanged glances. They had once held reverence for Asgard. Thor had always seemed noble, just, even if prideful.
But Odin?
This arrogance disgusted them.
"Godhood isn't something you assign yourself," Phoenix said coldly.
Side by side, the two mutant women stepped forward.
Opposite them stood the four Asgardian elites—Vorstagg, Hogan, Fandral, and Sif.
The air crackled.
For the first time, the four felt it: fury.
These Earthlings weren't here to negotiate.
They were here for justice.
And they wouldn't leave without it.
All emotions faded. The four warriors entered their battle state.
Vorstagg charged first, towering like a moving fortress. He roared and brought his massive battle axe crashing down toward Tony.
Hogan was right behind, his meteor hammer spinning in the air, sharp barbs sprouting as it shrieked toward Storm.
Fandral dashed forward, thin rapier flashing. Faster than wind, he lunged toward Phoenix.
Sif didn't hesitate. She darted forward, clashing blades with Wonder Woman. Her sword, blessed by Odin himself, carved the air.
The Asgardians roared in excitement.
They'd seen this dance before.
Each time, it ended the same: the enemy broken.
But not this time.
Tony didn't fly. He stood his ground, raised his armored arm, and activated a new device. A square vibranium shield expanded from his forearm—just in time.
CLANG!
Vorstagg's axe crashed against it... and stopped dead.
The warrior blinked.
Then a concussive blast surged from the shield, launching him backward through the air.
"What the—?!"
Vorstagg grunted, struggling midair.
Then Tony fired a pulse cannon from his right hand. Vorstagg blocked with his axe—but with a sharp crack, the weapon shattered.
"Vibranium... and the Space Stone's power..." Odin muttered.
Elsewhere, Hogan's hammer flew toward Storm.
But before it landed, her body shimmered with lightning. Bolts surged down her arms, into the chain, and raced back to Hogan.
"AAHH!"
He screamed, stumbling backward, releasing the weapon. His right hand smoked—charred black.
"Omega-level Mutant." Odin's pupils contracted.
Fandral fared no better.
As his sword neared Phoenix, it was caught in a swirl of red energy. Without warning, the blade turned in his grasp—and angled toward his own throat.
He resisted. Veins bulged. He grunted and fought—but the weapon moved, inch by inch.
"Phoenix Force?!" Odin's calm shattered.
His fingers tightened around Gungnir.
Then came Sif and Diana.
Their blades met.
Diana didn't retreat. She charged, slamming her shield forward.
The metal beneath them cracked from the force.
Sif was hurled backward, skidding across the golden bridge.
One move.
That was all it took.
Silence fell.
The elite warriors of Asgard—Vorstagg, Hogan, Fandral, and Sif—had all been defeated.
In a single round.
The crowd was stunned.
These were the finest fighters in the realm, aside from royalty. Each possessed immense strength, experience, and divine weapons.
And yet... they were nothing.
"How?" someone whispered. "Are they even mortals?"
Especially the woman with the shield. She had used no tech, no magic.
Just raw power.
Odin's gaze locked onto Diana.
His face was grim.
"The power of the Old Gods..."
He felt it in her. A force not unlike Thor's. Untapped. Raw. Divine.
And not of Asgard.
These Earthlings hadn't come to plead.
They had come prepared.
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