[OP Marvel] Ch: 3 [Feast & Flex] (Patreon)

The guard led me down a long corridor. 

The golden walls were covered with intricate carvings of battles and gods. The air smelled of roasted meats, spiced vegetables, and the unmistakable scent of wine or ale. Yeah, probably ale. I wonder how ale tastes. As we reached the doors to the feast hall, the sound of laughter and lively chatter came from inside.

My stomach rumbled from the scent of the roasted meat.

The guard opened the doors.

I walked inside and quickly looked around the room. It was a huge ass room. A massive table stretched across the center with platters of food and barrels of drink. Everyone was laughing and enjoying their meal after the war.

I spotted Thor at the far end. He was sitting with Valkyrie, Lady Sif, and a few other familiar faces and was laughing a bit too loudly. 

That guy sitting beside Valkyrie was Fandral the Dashing. I'm pretty sure of that. Hogun the Grim sat a little apart from the others and was enjoying a mug of ale. And Volstagg the Enormous—well, his name said it all. He was devouring a roast turkey leg instead of chatting.

I recognized them all. Even though my memories are hazy from living in that godforsaken world for fucking thirty years. It's all coming back slowly. Oh, yeah, I kept track of how long I was there. But at this point, who cares? I'm going to enjoy this new life without thinking of unnecessary things.

When Sif spotted me entering, she immediately waved her hand with a large smile. "Hey! Warrior!" she called. "Come join us, you're just in time for the feast!"

I walked over to the table, my eyes locked on the platters of food. The smell was intoxicating, like nothing I’d ever experienced before. My stomach growled louder. The roasted meats, the soup, the fresh bread—everything looked so good. 

I found an empty seat next to Sif and dropped down. She was already helping herself to a meatloaf. I gotta say, she looks better than what they showed in the movies. Like, she's gorgeous. But the food looks even more gorgeous.

“Ah, the warrior graces us with his presence!” Thor boomed, making the whole table turn. He slapped the side of his mug with a hearty laugh. “Sit, eat, drink! You’ve earned it!”

'You don't need to tell me twice.' I grabbed a roasted turkey leg and dug in. Wait! Is it even turkey? I don't care. The first bite hit me like a freight train. It was warm, tender, and seasoned to perfection. Every chew was a revelation. The flavors were rich, juicy, and savory—so unlike the burnt or bland monster meat I had gotten used to back in that forsaken place. 

Dang! My eyes are getting a little watery.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand. “Gods, this... this is real food.”

Sif chuckled and took a swig of her ale. “You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?”

I nodded, still chewing. The taste of that turkey leg was nothing short of divine. It felt like a balm to my soul. I kept eating, savoring every bite. I grabbed some bread and soup and devoured them within minutes. 

Then I noticed a mug of ale sitting nearby. I grabbed it and as I lifted it to my lips, Thor let out a warning.

“Be careful with that,” he said, his voice suddenly more serious. “The ale here in Asgard is brewed for Asgardians. It’s... stronger than you might think. It could knock you out cold, or worse.”

I smirked and gave him a challenging look. “I’ve drunk worse things than some ale. Trust me, I’ll be fine.” 

Thor stared at me for a moment, then shrugged. “Your choice.”

I gulped down a deep drink. The taste was sharp and rich, a little sweet on the side. As the liquid slid down my throat, I waited for the effects, half-expecting the world to spin or the room to go dark. But nothing happened. It was just ale.

I set the mug down with a satisfied grunt. “See? Fine. Not bad, either.”

Thor blinked in surprise, his expression momentarily confused. “You really are something else, aren’t you?”

I laughed and grabbed another turkey leg. “Guess I’m built different.”

Valkyrie leaned forward, eyeing me with amusement. “You’ve certainly got the appetite of a warrior."

"I've been hungry for thirty years in a hellish world," I replied.

The laughter and chatter around the table continued as I stuffed my face with food, not paying much attention to the conversation at first. But then Thor started boasting, as he often did.

"You should’ve seen it," he said, gesturing wildly with his mug. "There was this giant boar—"

Sif interrupted him with a chuckle. "Oh, please, Thor. We all know you killed that boar with a single swing of your hammer. You don’t need to keep telling that story."

Valkyrie joined in, shaking her head. "Honestly, Thor, sometimes I wonder if the boar was the one who fought you, and you're just bragging about being knocked over."

Thor laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the banter. "Maybe I am, but it’s still a good story!" He pounded his fist on the table, making the mugs jump. "The boar was as big as a mountain!"

'These people talk too much and too loudly. Just shut up and let me eat in peace.' That's what I wanted to say, but well... It'd be rude. I'm just a guest here.

"So, you said your world was hellish," Valkyrie said as she filled my mug with more ale. "Did you encounter any monsters there?"

I finished chewing before responding. The thought of that world, that cursed place, always made my blood boil. 

"You want to hear a story?" I asked, my voice dropping a little as I set down the turkey leg and reached for a bowl of noodles. 

Valkyrie raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "A story? About monsters?"

"About how I killed a poison dragon and a fire dragon at the same time," I said with a large grin. I could see the shift in their attention. Thor, Sif, and Valkyrie paused and looked at me. Thor’s eyes widened slightly, his mug mid-air.

"A poison dragon and a fire dragon?" Thor’s voice was skeptical, but there was a flicker of something else behind his brows. "You found dragons?"

I nodded. "Yeah. They weren’t easy kills, either. Big, vicious creatures, both of them. But I did it, and I’m still alive." 

Thor snorted and set his mug down, clearly trying to contain a laugh. "Nice try, my friend. Dragons? Those are just myths. Even here in Asgard, no one’s seen a dragon in centuries."

I devoured the noodles and put the bowl down, giving Thor a level look. "Dragons may be myths to you, but I’ve got the proof. I killed a couple of them before I broke free of that hellish dimension."

Sif raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. Valkyrie’s expression was unreadable, but she was watching me intently.

"You’ve got proof?" Thor said, his tone shifting slightly, though he still seemed doubtful. "What kind of proof?"

I didn’t break eye contact with him. "A real dragon corpse. If you want to see it, I’ll show you. But you’ll have to take me to an open area, somewhere where I can bring it out without destroying everything."

The room went silent for a moment. Even Volstagg, who had been chewing happily on a roasted turkey leg, paused and looked over at us.

Thor looked like he was trying to process what I was saying. He scratched the back of his head, clearly unsure whether to call me out on my bluff or entertain the idea.

"You're serious, aren't you?" Thor said, his voice a mix of amusement and curiosity. 

I leaned forward a bit. "I’m dead serious."

The others were still quiet, watching me carefully. It felt like the room had shifted, and for a second, I almost regretted bringing it up. But no. I wasn’t backing down now.

Thor looked me over for a moment, as if weighing his options. Then he sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that," he said, raising his mug again. "Alright, let's say you're not completely mad. If you can really show me a dragon's body, I'll give you a divine weapon from our treasury."

"Good. Lead the way," I said.

We left the feast hall and made our way outside, the air cool and fresh compared to the warmth of the hall. We crossed the grounds of Asgard, heading toward a nearby valley that Thor had suggested. I looked around while walking, and it seemed that there was no one around this area other than us.

I gotta admit. This place is beautiful. Maybe I should just stay here... I'll eat, sleep, have sex, and occasionally fight monsters. Ah! There is Loki. Fuck! That annoying prick. If he annoys me anyway, I'll snap his neck. Humm... Gotta find out which reality and timeline this is. 

The group stayed close behind, exchanging glances and murmuring quietly. I could tell they were still skeptical, but they were curious too. Good. Let them be.

When we reached the open area, I looked around, making sure there was enough room. I reached into my storage space, mentally accessing it and pulling out the giant red dragon corpse.

The body appeared with a heavy thud as it landed on the ground in front of us. The weight of it sent a slight tremor through the ground. The creature was massive with dark, leathery wings that were still folded neatly against its body. Its scales shimmered in the starlight, a bright shade of crimson with streaks of gold running through them. There was a single piercing wound in its chest. I killed this fucker with a single spear throw. 

The silence that followed was thick, almost suffocating. Thor stepped forward first, his eyes wide with disbelief. "By Odin's beard..." he muttered under his breath.

Sif and Valkyrie were silent too, their faces filled with a mix of awe and confusion. Valkyrie’s gaze flickered between the dragon and me, but she didn’t speak.

Thor finally broke the silence. "This... this is real." He stepped closer to the body, crouching down and inspecting the wound in the dragon's chest. His fingers brushed the scales lightly, as if trying to convince himself that it wasn’t an illusion. "How did you... Where did you even find this?"

"Trust me, you don't want to know," I said, crossing my arms.

Thor stood up, shaking his head in disbelief. "This is... unbelievable." He looked around at the others, then back to me.

Sif and Valkyrie were still staring at the corpse, their expressions unreadable. Finally, Valkyrie stepped forward, her eyes narrowed as she examined the creature. "How did you kill it?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. "This is no ordinary beast. It would’ve taken more than just brute force."

I shrugged. "I threw a spear at it and it died."

He clapped me on the shoulder, his hand heavy but surprisingly gentle. "You’ve earned my respect, friend. Not many could do what you’ve done."

Sif smiled, though there was still a hint of disbelief in her eyes. "Well, you weren’t kidding about your appetite. Looks like you’ve got the skills to back it up."

Valkyrie gave a small laugh, though there was a glint of admiration in her gaze. "You’ve certainly got a way with dragons."

I just shrugged again. "Like I said, I’m built different."

Thor nodded, his gaze lingering on the dragon’s body. "This will be a tale for the ages. A true warrior who slayed dragons and walked into Asgard like it was nothing."

"Oh, wanna fight real dragons? Something bigger than that red one? I can sell them to you for a correct price," I said with a grin. Oh, yeah. I can summon any monsters I want thanks to my exclusive summon skill that I picked up from a S-tier dungeon. 

"You have a real dragon for sale?" Thor asked, narrowing his eyes.

"And other hellish monsters like kraken, nymphs, abominations, sirens, and the list goes on... So, how about it?" I asked.

"What do you want?" Thor asked.

My senses flared for a moment. I blinked to my right, under the giant tree, and grabbed the throat of our invisible intruder and pulled him up in the air. The space around me rippled as the tree disappeared, and before me was a guy in green clothes.

"Loki!" Thor yelled.

"A little help here, brother," Loki gasped as I squeezed his throat.