Marvel Thor

At night, the sky is covered with dark clouds, as dark as ink.

"Great God King, I...it was too late...I didn't see..."

Facing the God King, Heimdall was as respectful as ever.

It's just that the second half of the sentence is unclear, and I'm afraid it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"Old man, I just came to see you."

Odin looked relaxed, not pretending.

"I meant to say...it's too late...yes, it's really dark tonight!"

Heimdall breathed a heavy sigh of relief, two wind dragons spurted out from the tip of his nose, and a pale red fluorescence slowly appeared on his dark face.

"Heimdall, protect Thor after I go to war. This is my request to you, old man!"

Odin naturally noticed something strange about Heimdall. The corners of his eyebrows twitched slightly, and he tried to calm himself down. At this time, he said with a serious face.

"Great God King! I swear! Heimdall will die before the body of Thor Odin's son!"

Heimdall knelt on one knee on the Rainbow Bridge, looking directly at the power in the hands of the God King. He bluntly held the sword in his left hand and hammered the armor on his chest with his right hand, his voice sonorous and powerful!

"Dong", "click" mixed with the sound of oaths came far, far away in the middle of the night...

Kungunir, the eternal spear, must be recalled, and I swear to it that I will never go back on it.

"Old man! Thank you for your hard work."

The God King was on one knee, hugging his old friend tightly with both hands, his eyes shining brightly, as if thousands of years had passed by.

He is the guardian god of the divine realm. Why is he not his own guardian god? He will also be the guardian god of his son in the future!

"Old man, you and I have lived for billions of years, and Ragnarok is here in the blink of an eye."

"It's just Thor, he's too young, hey... I'm not willing to accept it!"

Odin looked worried. He could face the future calmly. A warrior never runs away from war.

Just thinking about his youngest son, as arrogant as the God King Odin, he hunched his shoulders and sighed slumped.

He admitted... that he was old. He is not only a god king, he is also a father.

Heimdall listened silently to what the God King was saying.

There was nothing he could do, no guarantee, no comfort, he could only... remain silent for a long time.

"Your Majesty, Heimdall will always keep an eye on His Highness."

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness is a warrior, and the eagle will eventually soar in the sky."

"What if we change the confinement to covert protection and let him grow up, maybe or maybe the result will be better?"

"No one can escape in the future. This is a fact, Your Majesty!"

Heimdall would only call him "Your Majesty" when he was a friend. This was the advice of a friend.

Maybe? or? possible? Three doubtful words swirled in Odin's mind.

Heimdall monitors the nine realms and has unique experience. Maybe he is right.

That is all in the future. Odin eliminates distracting thoughts. Now his only goal is victory!

The king of the gods who ruled the nine realms returned, stepping on the fine wind and walking gently away.

It was as if it had never happened before. The conversation tonight was a secret.

In the Golden Palace, Frigga gently coaxed her son in her arms. Heavy footsteps could be heard in the distance, it was Odin.

She was so reproachful that she forgot to glance at her husband, gently put Thor on the bed, tucked her son into bed, and kissed his forehead gently. She winked at her husband and motioned to follow her out.

"Your Majesty, I see that you have not looked very good in the past few days. Has the war situation changed?"

As Odin's pillow, the queen was a little worried about Odin's strange behavior today.

"Fuli, nothing's wrong. I just went to Heimdall's place. Honey, I'm fine."

Odin's words were a little vague. As a husband, he didn't want to lie to his wife.

But he didn't want her to worry. He could resist everything!

"My dear, I and our son will always stand by your side, you know, forever!"

Frigga hugged the God King's thick waist tightly with her hands, and pressed her cheek against his broad chest.

Her soft hair stroked his thick beard, and her expression became gentler.

"Fli, my goddess, my rose!"

The God King kissed his wife's hair, held her up with his left hand and walked towards the side hall.

With such a considerate wife, pure steel that has been refined over time will turn into softness around the fingers.

"Oh, Your Majesty, my son hasn't gone to bed yet...!"

Frigga put her hands around the God King's neck, her eyes were affectionate, her face was flushed, and she spoke softly.

"He is asleep. Let's be gentle, my love."

"But, um... today I accompanied my son out of the palace to find little Xifu."

"He said you agreed, oh..., yes, really?..."

"Little clever guy, I will teach him a lesson!"

"My most beautiful treasure, ho... don't talk about such disappointing things!"

"Ah...my king!"

Intermittent breathing came from the quiet corridor, getting louder and louder...

Late at night.

If there is a book, it will be long; if there is no book, it will be short.

January has flown by and it’s time to head out.

Where Heimdall sits, the Rainbow Bridge teleportation fortress.

The crowds of people and the constant noise broke its past tranquility.

The colorful rainbow bridge stretches horizontally without knowing its edge.

People in the God's Domain embarked on the road to say goodbye, where were their relatives and friends.

War is inevitable, and the people of God's Domain have long been accustomed to it, but they don't know how long this war will last.

The bridgehead fortress is experiencing various aspects of life at this time. Some proposed successfully, some shed tears, some were inspired and inspired, and so on.

And our protagonist, the great god-king Odin, also has shortcomings at this time.

"Frigga, everything has been taken care of."

"You have to take good care of your son, remember! He is not allowed to step outside the Golden Palace before I return!"

The King of God did not call his wife by his nickname. He must have the majesty of a father in front of his son!

He held his son's cheek with his left hand, and held his wife's soft waist with his right hand.

The authority of the King of Gods, the eternal spear Kungunir, is quietly lying on the ground.

Although it was such a serious matter, the God-King looked at it from a distance and felt an inexplicable sense of joy. Oh, what a bad old man!

"Father."

"Long story short, it's almost time!"

"Listen to your mother, my favorite son!"

The God King's face was full of love, his eyes were full of hidden worries, and he commanded his son with dignity.

Little Thor looked up at the old man with great admiration.

He took out a golden mask from his arms and put it into the hands of the God King.

The mask has simple textures, luxurious atmosphere, and time is tight. There is only a small amount of Uru gold in it.

This is the first step to change his destiny. It is hope and love!

"Father, this is the mask of the God King that I commissioned the Spring God Yitong to make. It is very strong."

"This is my gift to you. You must be the most handsome and powerful warrior when you wear it."

"You must wear it all the time, you must promise me, you must!"

Thor's little face was serious and serious, his eyes fixed on the God King, full of expectation.

"I will."

"I have arranged a teacher for you. Study hard and don't be playful."

"Respect your teacher and wait until I come back to check your homework!"

The eyes of the God King were shining brightly, and there was kindness, relief, and reluctance on his face.

Finally, it turned into an unprecedented determination!

he! King of the gods! Odin! Will triumph!

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