Here is another long one for you to enjoy. A few things to say before we plunge into the story. I wanted to explore and try a few different ideas, styles, and elements. I hope they don't throw you for a loop. They were done for fun and try to stretch the horizon a little. If something bothers you give me a holler. I am always open to suggestions. If I left something vague tell me and I'll touch on it either in the comments or in the next installment. Happy Holidays and without anymore delay... part nine. Oh yeah, vote and comment please. It helps out a lot. Thanks!
Battle:
We quite literally fought bad guys across the nine realms. All the while I began pondering things I would have to deal with when I left the Marvel side of things to train the smexy Aoki in the ways of the Force. My main concern was the professional players now being inserted into that game. I felt protective and that non-pros would suffer. I wanted to create an alternative persona so that I could have fun yet travel unseen across the galaxy. I wanted something different that would challenge me and with my shapeshifting abilities I could easily perpetrate my little strategy. It was my time with Mystique that inspired the idea. I'd play a female gunslinger type, maybe a bounty hunter or just a smuggler. I wanted something that would fit into the Star Wars universe but something uniquely me. I pondered mimicking her after an existing Marvel, Disney, or Star Wars character.
"I got it!" I declared amid a battle on the realm of Vanaheim, home of the Vanir. "Ha-ha! Die motherfuckers!"
"Language!" Doctor Strange reminded me since Gwen was back on Midgard.
"Behind you!" Thor roared.
I spun and hurled the dark elf dagger as hard as I could at the lumbering frost giant. It struck it mid mass with a sickening yet satisfying crunch. It teleported back to my hand and I joined Thor as he took on a trio of giants. I thrust Death Kiss into the chest of one of them while the thunder god smashed another with Mjolnir. I followed the giant down to the ground as my rune sword drank its life essence to the very last drop. Between Mjolnir and Death Kiss the rest of the giants broke and fled through the portal back to Jotunheim. The battle won it was time to celebrate.
"Heimdall! Bring us home." Thor roared towards the sky.
I will repeat, transport via the Bifrost is freaking awesome! I did my best to hide my awe of the Great Hall of Asgard. I failed miserably. The interior was monstrously huge with dozens of heavy oaken tables, a towering vaulted ceiling, and everywhere the cunning carvings of runes and knotwork. The men of Asgard were warriors born, and the women, oh the women came in all shapes and sizes. We sat at the high table sharing war stories. The Asgardians hung on Thor's every word as I drank from a wooden cup. He regaled the crowd with his booming voice, the wild gesticulations, and extreme facial expression. He was a born storyteller that one.
"...and the dragon's head tumbled off its neck while it stared at Mjolnir!" The Lord of Thunder laughed.
"Thor?" A busty brunette called out from the crowd. "If you didn't kill the dragon, who did?"
"Why my friend Ghost did!" Thor said with a generous smile. "He snuck up and lopped it off with one swing."
"I know," Sif added drunkenly. "He even took the time to spit on his hands before he swung." The crowd roared at that one and I wasn't sure if I should take a bow or slink off in shame.
"Both hands Lady Sif," the same brunette crooned. "He must be mightily blessed!"
"OOH!" The audience exclaimed.
"Aye!" Sif purred. "He'd give any Valkyrie a run for her coin!"
The crowd took up my name in a chant just as Odin the All-father made an appearance. It was time to see if the Helm of Anubis could fool the likes of the King of Asgard. I glanced at Thor and he at me. Odin poured himself a mug of mead and joined the revelries.
"Pray tell us Thunderer, where is this dragon head your companion severed so expertly?" Odin asked.
"It is being mounted as we speak. The Heroes Three demanded it for our first outing." He replied as he clanked mugs together and I spied Odin's one good eye on the gloves I was wearing. The dwarf made gloves that once belonged to Thor. Shit! Rookie mistake. Too late to change them out now.
"A princely gift Odinson," the All father replied addressing my error. "Was not another dragon responsible for you receiving those from the dwarven folk?"
"Aye, they are father," Thor replied as the Asgardians looked at me in a whole new light. "Friend Ghost and I helped drive one of the Many Angled One back to their home dimension."
The hall fell silent as Odin pondered this news. The citizens wisely waited to see how their monarch reacted to such tidings. Odin ordered his mug refilled and raised it in honor of the defeat of such foul things.
"Demon dire defeated deftly," Odin praised. "Dragon slayer and demon foe, welcome thee to the Halls of Asgard friend Ghost!"
"Thank you, Odin King," I said watching him try to puzzle me out. "The hospitality of your house is without equal."
"Too true!" Odin roared. "Are we not Asgard! I name thee Demon Queller and Dragon Slayer!"
I thanked him as I raised my mug and the busty brunette plopped in my lap and refilled it. She chewed on my ear lobe and ground her ass against my groin. Odin watched me intently as my arm slipped around the woman's waist. Horns sounded and I nearly choked when a familiar looking redhead strode into the hall with her wicked looking spear in hand. The brunette cheered and it was only then that I learned the woman's name.
"Angela! Angela!" The crowd cheered as the ribbons decorating her weapon and armor shifted in an unfelt breeze.
"She is sister to Thor," the woman in my lap explained. "You've seen her before!"
"Aye... I mean yes, I have. She visited Midgard and I saw her from afar." I admitted.
"She's coming over!" The brunette bounced in my lap. "Lady Angela... Assassin of Asgard!" She cried out and I gasped when I heard the title of assassin.
"So, you are the famed Ghost Fire!" Angela growled. "Loki speaks quite highly of you."
"Aw shit!" I cursed before I could stop myself. "It is a pleasure to meet you Lady Angela."
"Greet the Dragon Slayer kindly daughter of mine." Odin chuckled at my obvious discomfort. "Aye and Demon Queller also!" His voice booming as he continued to drink.
"And one of Loki's lovers!" Angela announced.
"Jealous kinder child?" Odin asked stirring the pot further. Angela shot her father such a look as if to say, 'fuck you old man'. "A challenge then? Aye! First blood and to the victor a token from my treasury."
"I accept!" Angela roared and the crowd cheered her.
"Aw fuck, I accept!" I replied. "What will the weapons be?"
"Ghost... be wary." Thor urged softly. "She isn't called the assassin for naught."
"No sorcery or spells," Angela demanded.
