Chapter 461: Brunnhilde the Cry Baby

Chapter 461: Brunnhilde the Cry Baby

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Amid the euphoria of the Valkyrie's resurrection, Brunnhilde was overcome with emotions she had long suppressed. She fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she embraced her newly restored sisters. The bond between them was unbreakable, forged through countless battles and shared camaraderie.

However, amidst the joyful chaos, a familiar voice rang out, commanding the resurrected Valkyrie. "Make way! Make way!"

Brunnhilde looked up, her tear-filled eyes widening as she saw the imposing figure walking toward her. It was Lady Astrid, the leader of the Valkyrie, Brunnhilde's teacher, and the closest thing she had to a mother.

Lady Astrid, the formidable leader of the Valkyrie, was a commanding presence in every sense. Standing tall and proud, she possessed a regal bearing that demanded respect. Her long, golden hair cascaded down her back in a thick braid, a symbol of her strength and tradition.

Though she had a slim and graceful figure, there was no mistaking the underlying strength that lay beneath her Asgardian armor. Her muscles, though not bulky, were toned and well-defined, a testament to the rigorous training she had undergone throughout her life.

Astrid's beauty was undeniable, her features striking and captivating. Her piercing blue eyes held a wisdom that spoke of countless battles and experiences. They were eyes that could both command and comfort, a reflection that she embodied as a leader and a mother figure to her fellow Valkyrie.

Clad in her Asgardian armor, she wore the symbols of her warrior heritage proudly. A sword hung at her hip, a symbol of her prowess in combat and her unwavering dedication to her sisters.

But beyond her formidable exterior, Astrid possessed a deep and caring soul. Her seriousness and authority as a leader were tempered by a genuine love and concern for all the Valkyrie under her command.

Her most profound affection, however, was reserved for Brunnhilde, whom she had taken under her wing as a sort of daughter. With Brunnhilde, her stern demeanor softened into a warm and protective presence, showing the depth of her love and care.

Confusion marked Lady Astrid's face as she surveyed the scene before her, trying to make sense of the inexplicable turn of events. The last memory she had was sacrificing herself alongside her sisters to save Brunnhilde and Asgard from Hela's wrath. Yet here she stood, alive and well, surrounded by living, breathing Valkyrie.

As Lady Astrid approached, Brunnhilde's emotions reached their breaking point. She cried out with all her might, her voice a mix of dark emotions, which she has been suppressing for a very long time.

"L-Lady Astrid! I-I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Please don't hate me... I'm sorry for leaving you to die... I shouldn't have left... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." She cried like a baby as she attached herself to Astrid's leg, begging for forgiveness over and over.

As the Valkyrie shared a tearful reunion, in a distant corner of the universe, aboard a Chitauri ship, Thanos the Mad Titan lay on a high-tech hospital bed, which periodically scanned his vitals. Thanks to his deal with Galactus, who had left after extracted the poison that Peter had cunningly delivered in their last encounter, the Mad Titan was slowly on the path to recovery. His once-ashen complexion was regaining its color, and his immense strength was gradually returning.

Yet, as he healed, Thanos couldn't escape the seething anger and burning hatred that consumed him. His thoughts were fixated on Spider-Man, the one who had repeatedly thwarted his grand ambitions and dared to trick him with poison. The mere thought of the web-slinger sent a shiver of rage through his revitalized body.

But that wasn't all, he now owed Galactus the Infinty Stones. Once he was done using them, of course. Thankfully, he didn't have much need for them afterward anyway, so it wasn't a hard price to pay.

As he lay there, Thanos envisioned the day when he would be back to full health, when he would have the strength to crush his enemies, especially Spider-Man, without restraint. Earth, the web-slinger's cherished home planet, would crumble under the weight of his vengeance.

At first, he only wanted to cull the planets population, as he usually does, but not anymore. They would all die and he would force Spider-Man to watch the death of his home as well as his loved ones.

In the midst of his vengeful imagination, the door to Thanos's chamber swung open, and Ebony Maw hurriedly entered, his robe billowing as he bent into a deep bow before his Thanos. "Father," Maw began with reverence, "I bring urgent news."

Thanos, his eyes narrowing in curiosity, gestured for Maw to speak. Maw had always been an enigmatic and loyal son, his gifted intellect matched only by his allegiance to Thanos.

"Our sensors have detected a massive surge of universal energy emanating from Asgard," Maw reported, his voice filled with a mix of greed and trepidation. "It's as if there are at least two Infinity Stones present."

Thanos fell into contemplative silence for a moment, his thoughts racing. Asgard, the realm ruled by Odin and the home of the powerful Asgardians, was a formidable force. Even at his peak strength, he had tread carefully when dealing with the Allfather and his realm.

"We cannot confront Asgard in my current state," Thanos finally declared, his voice a low, rumbling growl. "We'll have to wait until I am fully healed to face Odin."

Maw nodded in understanding, realizing that a confrontation with Asgard in their current condition would be unwise. After all, the realm had been a formidable adversary for Thanos in the past.

"I'll bring your medicine soon, Father," Maw replied, his unwavering loyalty clear in his eyes. He knew that Thanos's recovery was paramount to their future endeavors.

As Maw exited the chamber, Thanos settled back onto his hospital bed, his gaze turning to his hand, where he held a bright, glowing, yellow stone between his large fingers. He would bide his time, gather his strength, and when the moment was right, he would descend upon Earth with an unrelenting fury.

And Asgard would be next...

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