Chapter 451: A Valkyries Fury!

Chapter 451: A Valkyries Fury!

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Donning his spider suit, Peter opened a portal and stepped into the Avengers Tower. He was just about to head off to bed when he received a message from Jarvis. The message said that Thor was on Earth and waiting at the Avengers Tower. He would be lying if he said he had been expecting a visit from the King of Asgard. He only hoped it wasn't anything urgent. After all, he didn't want anything to ruin his lazy life.

As he navigated the tower, he was soon greeted by the sight of Thor lounging in Jessica's office, a warm smile on the Asgardian's face.

"My friend!" Thor boomed, rising from his seat and crossing the room in large strides to envelop Peter in a bear hug.

"Yo." Peter smiled involuntarily as he returned the hug. "What brings you to Earth?"

Loki, leaning against a wall with an annoyed frown, interrupted before Thor could respond. "Yes, why are here? And when are you leaving?" His brother has barely been here for more than a few minutes and Loki already wanted him gone.

Jessica, leaning against her desk with a bemused expression, observed the interaction with curiosity. She had briefly met Thor before, but they didn't spend enough time to actually get to know one another.

Thor released Peter from the hug and turned to Loki, rolling his eyes. "And must you always be so moody? Lighten up a bit."

Loki's frown deepened, but before he could retort, Jessica interjected with a raised eyebrow. "It's good to see you again, Thor."

Thor chuckled, shooting her a wink. "You as well, Lady Jones. Has my brother started courting you yet? Or is he still acting like a sniveling coward?"

"What?!" Loki exclaims, appalled. "I am no coward!"

Jessica's lips curled into a smirk. "Actually, you interrupted his cute little confession on the roof."

Thor turned to his brother, his expression showing approval. "Good, be sure to contact Heimdall if you need any money. I know how poor you are now. And as a Prince of Asgard, you can't show a lady a bad time."

"F*ck you." Loki stated plainly.

"Yes, I love you too, brother." Thor nodded, taking a seat as his demeanor turns serious. "Now, down to business."

Loki's annoyance shifted a bit as he took a seat as well. Peter, sensing the gravity of the moment, joined them. "What happened?"

Before Thor could respond, Peter interjected, stopping Thor's explanation. "Wait, before you start, is Thanos causing trouble?"

Thor's expression softened with gratitude. "No, Thanos hasn't been seen since you poisoned him. We're starting to think that he truly might be dead... This is something entirely different."

Loki leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "Do tell."

Brunnhilde's brows furrowed in confusion. "Leaving? Why?"

Peter's expression grew more solemn. "It's time to make good on my promise..."

Brunnhilde stared at Peter in confusion before her eyes suddenly widened in realization, and a mixture of emotions flickered across her face. "You mean..."

Peter nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Yeah, it's time."

Without another word, Brunnhilde rushed into her apartment, donning her armor and securing her weapons. She emerged with a fierce determination in her eyes, her resolve clear.

As Peter opened a portal leading to Asgard, Brunnhilde stepped through beside him. The moment they arrived, the sounds of Odin's voice reached their ears, and they turned to see the Allfather standing beside his wife, addressing Thor, Loki, and Jessica.

Odin's voice carried with it an air of gravity as he recounted the tale of his firstborn daughter, Hela. He spoke of raising her not as a daughter, but as a weapon, a conqueror of the nine realms. His eyes held a mixture of pain and regret as he described his mistakes in not guiding her down a different path.

"She wanted war and conquest because I wanted war and conquest," Odin continued, his voice heavy with the weight of his past actions. "She became a force of destruction and death. And when I realized my mistakes, I tried to reason with her and fix what I had done, but Hela wouldn't listen. She tried to claim the throne, and in her ambition, she even tried to kill me."

Brunnhilde's voice cut through the tense air, unable to listen any longer. "Tell them the rest, Odin. Tell them how you sent us to die." She said, her fury palpable.

All eyes turned to Brunnhilde, and the room fell silent for a moment. Odin's gaze met hers, and his expression carried a sense of deep pain as he responded, "I did what I believed was necessary to buy time to seal my daughter away."

Brunnhilde's grip on her sword tightened, and she took a step forward, her anger radiating off her in waves. "You sent us to our deaths. You watched as she slaughtered my sisters!"

Thor stood in front of his father, ready to defend him, his eyes flickering between the last Valkyrie and his friend, Peter. "Father, what does she mean by that?"

Odin sighed, his gaze still on Brunnhilde. "To keep Hela on Hel for as long as possible, I sent the Valkyrie. They were Asgard's best fighting force, and the only ones who could get the job done."

Brunnhilde's hand tightened on her sword, and her voice trembled with anger. "And we were all killed by your maniac daughter."

Thor's expression was one of shock and disbelief. "What? That can't be..."

Loki, leaning against a wall with a bemused smirk, interjected, "Well, in his defense, it sounded like it had to be done." He muttered, uncaring for the lives of those he didn't know. "Though he did waste a powerful military force."

Jessica, not one to hold back, delivered a sharp smack to Loki's head. "Show some respect."

Odin's gaze shifted to Loki for a moment before returning to the last Valkyrie, his eyes carrying a mixture of sadness and regret. "It was a decision I regret, Brunnhilde." He says wholeheartedly, remembering every Valkyries name that died that day. "I am truly sorry."

Brunnhilde's hand continued to tighten around the hilt of her sword, her anger giving way to a sense of sorrow. Unable to bear the presence of the Allfather any longer, she turned and stormed away, the heavy double doors slamming shut behind her.

Peter sighed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, that went well."

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