Capítulo 30: vanaheim (chapter 30)
Chapter 30
Upon realizing that Oliver posed no threat, Trabin, an older man adorned in Viking armor, stepped forward and said, "Please forgive me. I am Trabin, leader of the House of Mult." He removed his horned helmet and continued, "Allow me to welcome you to Vanaheim, one of the ten realms." The surroundings of Vanaheim were unlike anything Oliver had encountered before. The air carried a crisp, mythical quality, and the distant sounds of unseen creatures added to the mysterious ambiance.
A thoughtful expression crossed Oliver's face. "Huh, this is certainly different," he chuckled to himself, catching the attention of the crowd. Not long ago, he had been an intimidating figure, but now the atmosphere shifted, and the gaze of onlookers averted when Oliver frowned.
Trabin, still within the battlefield, reassured Oliver, "We have been expecting you. We will answer your questions as best as we can, but I am afraid we do not have all the answers. Follow me." Oliver, habitually scanning for the quickest exit, looked around. Electra's training had instilled in him a cautious mindset. Despite the ability to escape to his shell home if needed, Oliver kept alert.
Trabin approached him, asking, "If I may have the honor of knowing the warrior's name." Oliver, irritated by the immediate assumption of being labeled a warrior, responded in a hoarse voice, "What makes you assume I am a warrior?" Trabin, undeterred, smiled, "I might be old, but I am still a warrior. A warrior recognizes a warrior." Another tall man with brown hair added, "And a hunter recognizes a hunter," prompting a sigh from Oliver.
-Scene Change-
As they walked away, Oliver moved in the same direction as the rest of the crowd. Mutants, including Illyana, had lost one of their children and were now searching for her. Apparently summoned by the Vikings for assistance with a witch, the mutants invited Oliver along. Surprisingly, he agreed, thinking, "Who knows, I might just find some materials I might need." On the way, Oliver considered hunting a beautiful blue bird but was stopped by a mutant woman in a golden and blue dress. She explained, "I can use my powers to ask these animals for help in finding the missing child. If you kill them..." Oliver stared at her briefly before glancing at the other mutants, including the beautiful Illyana, then sighed and walked away.
They continued until they reached House Mult, more of a city than a house, albeit a small one. As Oliver turned around, Trabin reached for him, only for Oliver's coat to extend and hold Trabin's hand. "By the Vanir's gods," Trabin exclaimed, and Illyana raised an eyebrow. Oliver questioned Trabin, who explained, "I have arranged everyone's lodgings, especially for the injured. I have also arranged one for you." Oliver, dismissive, replied, "I will solve my lodgings," and walked away. The atmosphere in Vanaheim was a mix of curiosity and tension as its new visitor navigated the unfamiliar surroundings.
He hadn't taken more than a couple of steps when someone walked beside him. It turned out to be the woman he had woken up lying on top of. They didn't exchange many words, just stood there leaning against a wall, observing the mutants and injured Vanir being treated. The air around them held a peculiar mix of anticipation and tension, with the distant sounds of Vanaheim providing an otherworldly backdrop.
Their silence lingered briefly before Illyana spoke first, "I am Illyana Rasputin, but you can call me Magik." Her smile seemed unfamiliar, as if unaccustomed to such expressions. "Oliver," he introduced himself. They continued in silence, Illyana's stoic demeanor contrasting with Oliver's occasional social awkwardness. "Hmm, I don't really feel uncomfortable for some reason," he muttered to himself.
They spent some time together, sometimes talking and other times merely observing the people of the House of Mult bustling around. Finding a seat, Oliver sat down and began carving a gauntlet. Illyana noticed and remarked, "I thought you only cared about hunting and butchering." Oliver looked at her, briefly causing a flicker of panic on her face. She continued, "Not that it's a bad thing. It's..." She trailed off, and Oliver chuckled strangely. "I also like carving. It calms my mind," he answered truthfully, a sense of tranquility emanating from his focused craftsmanship. Illyana watched as Oliver skillfully carved the gauntlet.
Their peace was interrupted when Trabin started talking with mutant leaders—Mirage, Marrow, Dust, and Typhoid Mary. Illyana joined them, leaving Oliver to ponder. From what he gathered, the Vanir were in conflict with a white witch in a civil war. The Vanir, god-like beings like the Asir from Asgard, had abandoned their cities due to prophecies foretelling their demise. The mutants, perceived as a threat, became the second prophecy, leading to a clash.
"Well, it ain't any of my business, but this white witch sounds like someone who would possess a lot of magical items, and so are the Vanir," Oliver chuckled to himself, considering the potential spoils.
Suddenly, an older woman with a blindfold approached him, prompting a frown from Oliver. Despite her inability to see, she smiled kindly. "There is no need to frown, young man. I mean you no harm," she said in a grandmotherly voice, attempting to disarm him. Unperturbed, Oliver remained guarded as she complimented his necklace. " that is a beautiful necklace, can feel the energy from it. Does it allow you to see the future?" she inquired. Oliver, surprised, shrugged without looking at her. "Can she see the hue on the necklace?" he wondered. The old woman, seemingly undeterred, mumbled mysteriously, "One day, pilgrim of the end, artisan of destiny, Creator of the world ender, one day," before walking away to join a group of people with blindfolds.
Scene Change
Inside his shell home, Oliver could be seen, sharpening a bone that once belonged to the Marrow god. The bone, resilient and eldritch, was being fashioned into a short sword. "It does belong to an eldritch god, so it's expected," he sighed. The atmosphere inside his shell home was tinged with concentration and determination.
A/N This blade
As he awaited the cooldown timer, he pondered his failed attempt to give an item options. When the cooldown ended, Oliver left his shell home, only to be greeted by the loud sound of horns and the flapping of wings. Retrieving his bow, Emberstrike, he looked toward the source of the commotion—several large eagles.
Observing as the eagles attacked Trabin's men, Oliver was about to take aim when a mutant summoned a golden bow and subdued one of the giant birds. "Better try a different way," Oliver thought. Summoning the symbiote suit, he surprised the mutants. "God, that is one ugly creature," Typhoid Mary remarked as Oliver snapped his head in her direction.
With his horse and deep voice through the suit, Oliver quipped, "Stop looking at your reflections; you might go mad." He then leaped into action, tearing through the eagles one by one. The battle was fierce, with the sound of wings and roars filling the air. Oliver descended in front of the House of Mult, where Trabin, the mutants, and others gathered.
"I take back what I said about you being ugly," Typhoid Mary commented. Oliver ignored her, recalling where he had seen her before. "Right, that day when Hell's Kitchen was in mayhem, she was at the church," he recalled as he left it at that. The aftermath was marked by the scent of feathers and the echoes of distant roars.
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A/N well another chapter, hope you guys are having an amazing day.
PS: Question of the day: who would win in a fight? current oliver or blade?
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