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🕑 Added 2025-01-14 15:50:40 +0000 UTCEvenings in Asgard are unlike any other.
As on Earth, Asgard has day and night, but both are significantly longer. At night, the Asgardian sky transforms into a breathtaking tapestry of stars, each shining brilliantly in the vast expanse.
At the heart of magnificent Asgard stands a grand venue, built specifically to celebrate the victories of its warriors. True to Asgardian style, if one carnival feast wasn't enough, they'd simply hold another.
The venue differs greatly from the extravagant fairy palaces of Asgard. There are both indoor and open-air spaces. The indoor area resembles a luxurious Earth hotel, opulent and refined. In contrast, the open-air venue is raw and vibrant, with rows of stone tables and benches stretching far enough to accommodate tens of thousands.
Tonight, the carnival was in full swing. The occasion? Honoring Wanda and Natasha. Originally, they were to celebrate indoors, but Thor, ever the boisterous host, opted for the open-air venue, insisting it was more fitting for true warriors.
The atmosphere was lively and rowdy. Asgardian warriors, rough and unrestrained, devoured meat and guzzled ale, their raucous laughter echoing through the night. Male and female warriors alike flaunted their wild sides.
The female warriors, clad in metallic bras that accentuated their defined abdominal muscles, were as bold as their male counterparts. Many engaged in drinking contests, arm-wrestling matches, or lively flirtations, creating an energy that was as raw as it was exciting.
Natasha, Wanda, and their companions found the atmosphere charming. The boys, in particular, were a hit, quickly finding themselves surrounded by Asgardian female warriors, who admired their strength and seemed eager for a "battle" of their own.
Sergei and Pietro, unsurprisingly, embraced the attention. Their superhuman physiques and boundless energy made them natural matches for the Asgardians, and their long years of rigorous training on Earth had left little room for relationships—until now.
Natasha and Wanda didn't seem to mind the Asgardian women vying for the boys' affections. In fact, they exchanged knowing smiles. Stronger bonds meant stronger warriors, and children born from these unions would surely inherit both power and resilience.
However, their amusement waned when Sif, the fierce and radiant Asgardian warrior, directed her attention toward Leon. Sif's open admiration for him, paired with her relentless questions, left Natasha and Wanda visibly exasperated.
Thankfully, Thor and his friends—Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg—kept the drinks flowing and the conversations lively, lifting the mood once again.
As the night progressed, the true Asgardian spirit came alive.
"Roar! Roar! Roar! Thor! Thor! Thor!"
A crowd of Asgardians surrounded a stone table, roaring in unison. On one side of the table sat Thor, and on the other, Sergei Sumarokov. The air between them crackled with tension and excitement.
"Come, my friend! Let's see who is truly the strongest!" Thor declared, downing his ale and slamming the mug onto the table with a resounding clank.
With a grin, Thor tore off his cloak and stripped away his heavy armor, revealing his muscular physique. Across from him, Sumarokov followed suit, taking a final sip from his tankard before leaning in, bare-chested and ready.
Both men placed their elbows on the table, locking hands in a show of unyielding strength. The crowd roared as Volstagg raised his arm to signal the start of the match.
"Begin!"
Boom!
The sheer force of their initial clash sent shockwaves rippling outward. The stone table, built to withstand incredible strength, groaned under the pressure. Air currents exploded outward, scattering the surrounding Asgardians.
Sumarokov's female companion stumbled backward from the force, but Sergei and the others shielded their own partners, holding them close with ease. This only seemed to heighten the admiration of the Asgardian women, who clung to the Midgard boys with awe.
Thor and Sumarokov's faces flushed red as veins bulged across their arms, their blond hair and the air itself swirling wildly around them.
"Ha! This is glorious! Show me your true strength, my friend!" Thor bellowed, his voice echoing across the venue.
Sumarokov growled in response. "You haven't seen anything yet, Thor!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement feeding the fierce competitors.
Thor, realizing brute strength alone wouldn't suffice, roared again. Sparks of lightning flickered in his eyes before arcs of electricity coursed through his arms, crackling with raw energy.
Sumarokov, unperturbed, countered by unleashing his own power. His arm darkened as his Armament Haki coated his muscles, while the overwhelming pressure of his Conqueror's Haki radiated outward. The combination of bloody lightning and domineering energy enveloped him in a fearsome aura.
Boom!
The ground beneath the table cracked, and the shockwave sent the surrounding crowd staggering backward. Even seasoned warriors like Sif and the Warriors Three were forced to retreat under the relentless power.
The Asgardian women clung tightly to their Midgardian partners, who, in turn, shielded them with their own protective auras. Their impressive show of strength earned them approving—and admiring—looks.
In the center of it all, Thor and Sumarokov pushed their limits, their auras clashing violently as they roared in determination.
