Marvel: What If Thanos Adopted A Saiyan?-Chapter 194 - 195: “I’d Rather Die Than Like Him” & The 800-Word Reflection Begins

Chapter 194: Chapter 195: “I’d Rather Die Than Like Him” & The 800-Word Reflection Begins

"In the name of Hela Odinsdottir, I consecrate the resting place of the Einherjar!"

At the instant the sigil of the Sorcerer Supreme flared to life, Odin’s incantation thundered through the skies above the royal hall.

The might of Yggdrasil fused with the arcane power of Agamotto, and in a flash, the Valhalla belonging to Hela’s legion was permanently forged into reality.

BOOM—!

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM—!!!

As thunder rolled across the horizon tinged crimson by the setting sun, the laws of the Nine Realms bent to the will of Odin, their current Supreme Ruler.

Hela Odinsdottir, eldest daughter of Odin, now possessed a Valhalla of her own.

From this moment forward, her fallen soldiers would be homeless no more. Both their spirits and bodies would find eternal rest within Asgard.

"Whew..."

"It’s done, Odin."

Seated in a meditative posture, Agamotto let out a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his brow, and looked up to meet Odin’s gaze. The two shared a quiet, satisfied smile.

Rewriting the rules of the Nine Realms to carve out a new Valhalla for Hela was no simple feat, for either of them.

This wasn’t just about forging a cycle of reincarnation.

It was about stability, about enduring foundations.

"You’ve done well."

Odin nodded toward Agamotto, then looked at Hela, who stood in the center of the magic circle, entranced by the Eternal Flame in her hands. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Now he could pursue that ancient, legendary conflict without worry.

Even if he fell, a battalion of Einherjar would be enough to safeguard Hela and Frigga, and escort them safely from Asgard.

"You didn’t have to go this far, Odin."

Now standing beside his old friend, Agamotto’s voice was gentle but laced with concern.

"No, you don’t understand, Agamotto," Odin shook his head slowly.

"My body... my power... Every night, they whisper to me. It’s time to fight. You must fight."

"I cannot deny what my heart commands. And that... that is why you and I walked different paths back then."

Agamotto sighed but said no more. With a flick of his fingers, a glowing ring of magic appeared beneath his feet, and in the next instant, he vanished.

"Father, where are you going?"

Returning from the center of the array, Hela caught the tail end of her father’s conversation and asked curiously.

"To a place where I can find the path ahead."

Odin smiled gently as he ran a hand through his daughter’s hair. His voice was soft, but resolute.

"Come now, your mother’s probably waiting for us at dinner."

Not yet ready to involve Hela in the arcane matters to come, Odin gave a hearty laugh and led her back toward the surface. After walking through several corridors, the dining hall came into view.

A lavish feast had been prepared. Frigga, the Queen of Asgard, stood by the table chatting with her attendants.

"Mother."

"Frigga."

The warm greetings from Odin and Hela brought a smile to the queen’s face.

"And where’s Lothar?"

As they sat down to eat, Odin finally asked the question. Lothar’s absence from Frigga’s side hadn’t gone unnoticed.

"The boy got shy and went home."

Frigga stated it plainly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Wait—what? Lothar? What happened to him? Why was he shy?!"

Chewing a juicy cut of beef from the Bernauw Ranch and sipping aged wine from the Nou Camp Processing House, Hela looked utterly baffled.

Frigga and Odin exchanged a glance. Then, putting down their utensils, they turned to Hela with all seriousness.

"Hela, tell me honestly."

"Huh? About what?"

Still marveling at how flavorful the meat was tonight, Hela looked confused.

"Do you like Lothar?"

SPLURT—

The fine Asgardian wine she had just taken a sip of sprayed across the table.

"Cough, cough... what?!"

"Mother, are you joking?!"

"Why on Earth would I like that guy?"

"He’s arrogant, self-absorbed, and has the IQ of a brick. All he knows is muscles and smashing things! Who would like that?!"

"No way, absolutely not. I’d rather die than fall for him! No way!"

In a flurry of movement, Hela stood and grabbed a napkin, rushing to clean the table with the help of the attendants, without ever once raising her head.

Her tone was measured, but her words flew out in rapid-fire.

"Mother, where did you even get such a ridiculous idea?"

"No reason, I was just asking," Frigga replied casually, gently nudging Odin under the table and shooting him a look that said "don’t you dare make it worse."

"What’s there to ask?"

"He’s just... just a man. Not even half as dashing as the warriors of Asgard."

Scrubbing the table until it practically shone, Hela finally slowed, catching her breath.

"At best, he’s slightly good in a fight. Just slightly," she muttered, holding up her fingers to demonstrate just how minuscule that "slightly" was.

Yet for some reason, her mind kept drifting to the battles on Sakaar, where Lothar had suppressed his full power to spar with her.

Drinking. Fighting. Talking. Sleeping.

Those endless, monotonous days spent waiting for Ego’s arrival...

He was the first man who had ever bested her in battle.

From defiant words and disdain in Jotunheim, to grudging respect in Svartalfheim, and finally to her full submission on Sakaar, both in body and spirit...

After awkwardly poking at a few more bites, Hela pushed her plate aside, suddenly feeling full.

...

Centauri Galaxy, Black Quadrant Base.

Returning from Asgard, Lothar dropped to one knee before the looming throne.

"Father."

There was no response.

Biting his lip, Lothar pressed on: "I’m sorry, Father. I realize I was wrong."

"I’ll return to the Penal Zone immediately. This time, without your command, I won’t step outside even once."

The vast chamber remained silent.

At last, Thanos opened his eyes. His indifferent gaze fell upon his adopted son below the throne.

"So, you think you’re strong now? Unbeatable across the cosmos?"

Lothar bowed even lower.

"Lift your head, Lothar. I’m not talking to the floor."

"What is it, did the tiles suddenly become more interesting than me?"

Thanos scoffed.

"You say you know your mistake. Then tell me, do you still remember the reflection essay you wrote when you were eight?"

"Have Woz bring me your new one when it’s done. And now, go to the Penal Zone."

"..." Another reflection essay...

Lothar’s temples throbbed. "Understood, Father."

He stood, bowed again, and prepared to leave for confinement.

"Wait. Eat first. Your little robot nanny knew you were coming back and already prepared your meal."

Thanos lazily raised a hand, motioning for him to eat before disappearing.

"...Father?!"

Eyes wide with surprise, Lothar looked up, only to see Thanos raise two fingers.

"Two essays. Eight hundred words each. Make sure you’re very clear about all the mistakes you made."

"..."

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