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The shine of the sun, waters the fine green grass of my kingdom. The rain gives life. The ray of grace grants equality, surrender, love... I must be before my kingdom, my kingdom Senssummir, oh glorious place full of roses, tulips, love, life. This is you, every corner bathed in gold, bathed in faith, bathed in great colors of positivism, sparkling colors, every corner is a paradise for eyes that know how to appreciate you. This is you, my people, my kingdom, my Senssummir..

Was there any other way to show what Senssummir was? There was not. But in the eyes of those who were going for the first time, it was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. Wonder filled them, surprise, beauty, dignity. Was this entire kingdom ruled by the Freys brothers? It was admirable, so it was, and so it will always be.

Stark, T'challa, Steve, Nat, Scott, Wanda, Pietro, the Guardians in general, Vision, and the so-called "tag-alongs" Ned, Michelle, Parker, were all with their mouths open amazed by this place, this kingdom. They didn't know where to start to satisfy their curiosity.

"This is... Incredible!" exclaimed Will next to Peter.

"This is so beautiful," Peter said only that time. "I want to stay forever."

Freya laughed at his comment. She asked everyone to follow her, she would show them her kingdom little by little. The people of the kingdom had seen the newcomers and did not hesitate to welcome them with kindness. The little elves approached in the same way, admiring the newcomers, playing and watching them. Most of them seemed to like Peter a lot, they couldn't stop touching his hair or saying funny things that made him laugh. And not to mention Rocket, he was very pleased with the attention of the elf girls.

"She has arrived, as I see her, my daughter," a soft voice coming from one of the large golden doors said, with a smile. "Hello Freya."

"Hello, Concreya," the brunette approached her giving her a warm hug. The aforementioned woman kissed her temple.

Concreya de la Vit, is the woman with clear eyes, fair skin, infinite passion, and a great heart that can be seen among her lapis lazuli and white hair like the peace of heaven. She is one of the Palace's cooks, but at the same time, she is like a mother to the brothers. They adore her, they love her.

"I see that you didn't come alone," Concreya said when she saw the others. "I will have to cook more," she added with a touch of amusement.

After a few minutes, after everyone had been introduced, Concreya gave them a small tour of the great Palace until they reached where they would sleep. They would all stay for several days in Freya's Kingdom. Unlike on Earth, it was already evening here, it was still morning on Earth. So, Cronyela asked everyone to go to their rooms and later, the elves would call them for dinner.

"This is great," Michelle expressed as she entered the large room. The walls were made of precious stone, the pillars around the great bed were blue with inset greenish diamonds and white laughs on them. They also had a great view through a window next to the bed and the nightstand. They could see the entire kingdom from there. She loved it. She touched the sheets, they were made of fine linen, soft. "Have you guys seen yours yet?" She asked as she walked out into the hallway and saw Ned and Peter.

"Yes," they answered in unison.

"The walls are made of precious stone, my God!" exclaimed Peter, and they all laughed. "It's very beautiful here."

"Of course it is," Frey's voice interjected. "And it's all thanks to the love of the people who keep it alive, just like they keep my sister alive."

"Touching," Michelle said, and Frey looked at her. "Your sister loves this place and stays here because of the love of others, that's really something."

"That's right," Frey nodded. "In less than five minutes they'll call you. We have a fashion of clothing for each of you that is suitable for our kingdom. Do you want to change?" he asked them later.

The others nodded. Frey led them to a large dressing room at the end of the hallway, where they dressed in Nordic style and looked more than perfect. Frey couldn't help but notice Michelle, she looked beautiful in a brown dress that covered one side of her shoulder, with vines entwined around her thin, tanned legs in gold strips. Her hair was styled in curls, and for a moment he was lost, realizing he was attracted to Michelle. That's why he had to talk to both Freya and himself.

He led them all to the great hall where everyone would eat, and the others were already there, seated. They all sat down, except for Freya.

"Where's Freya?" Wanda asked, helping Cronyela with the food.

"She must be talking to her people. They always want to know about her every time she's gone for a long time," Frey replied. They nodded. "Oh! There she comes," he said after looking towards the grand entrance.

A brief golden circle opened from there, and Freya emerged, dressed differently. She wore something similar to dark brown leather jeans with small crystals on the sides, a blouse that was crossed over with what they recognized as thin branches. The blouse was white and hugged her shapely body. Her symbols were even more visible on her arms, neck, and upper chest. Her loose brown hair fell perfectly on her shoulders, and her black shoes with average soles were the perfect touch. Freya looked beautiful. The men sitting at the table couldn't stop looking at her, until Frey cleared his throat and everyone came back to earth. Frey knew his sister was beautiful, even if she didn't know to what extent. But he didn't like it when people looked at her so much, although he couldn't blame them. She had come out identical to their mother and father, just like him.

"I apologize for the delay. I had to talk to the owners of my heart," Freya said with a smile as she arrived at the table. "How has your stay been? Did you like your rooms? If not, we can give you others..."

They all shook their heads.

"We liked everything a lot, Freya," Gamora spoke for everyone. "Thank you for everything."

"There's no need to thank me," the brunette replied, taking a seat next to her brother and facing Peter. "Do I have something on my face?" she asked Peter, who was staring at her without blinking. "Do I...?"

"No, you don't have anything," Stark replied, taking a bite. "The kid's just hypnotized by your terrible beauty," he added sarcastically.

"Especially," Concreya added sarcastically, causing everyone to laugh. "He's looking at you because you're beautiful."

"I don't think it's because of that," Freya contradicted. "Seriously, don't I have...?"

"It's because you're so beautiful," Peter interrupted with a sigh, unaware of the breath he let out as he continued to stare at her.

Freya felt her heart beating faster. Peter was looking at her intensely without blinking. Freya looked away, feeling that perhaps his golden eyes were turning crimson from the compliments. On someone else it would be noticeable on their cheeks, but on her it was in her eyes, making it even more striking.

"Thank you... I guess," Freya cleared her throat, avoiding eye contact.

Peter couldn't stop staring at her, he just couldn't. Freya was gorgeous, perfect, more than beautiful, and he had to admit it. He also had to admit that it was in contrast to his personality.

"What a shame you're just friends and that you're with a Piranha," Rocket commented, gaining everyone's attention. "What a pity."

"A big pity," Michelle followed, and Peter stopped looking at Freya and returned to reality. "Friends like Freya," she laughed. "Yeah... friend," she cleared her throat, and everyone understood. Peter blushed at the comment, and Freya... Well, she never thought she would say this, but she wanted to kill Michelle for what she said. She could even deduce that it was some sort of revenge for what they talked about the night before. "You should leave Maryah and..."

"I'll go see if Thor and Loki are here," Freya interrupted Michelle with intention, standing up from her wooden chair. Everyone watched her walk away from the table. "This couldn't be more uncomfortable," she said to herself as she retreated.

Michelle smiled to herself with the others, exchanging complicit glances with Frey as she found it funny what she did to her sister and how, apparently, most of them were also amused.

"My sister would give you everything you ask for," Frey said, taking a sip of her Nordic-style glass of wine, implying something to Peter. "Even what you least imagine."

"I am Groot," he agreed.

"Just look at her," Scott continued, taking a bite of his meat. "What I wouldn't give for a friend like that."

"We are two," T'challa spoke, followed by Trast. "You should..."

"I'm with Maryah, okay? And I'm with her for a reason."

"That reason is so she can make you do all the chores, be her puppet, and don't deny it," Michelle interrupted before Parker could reply. "Leave that woman..."

"No. I want her," he muttered.

"Do you want her?" Rocket asked, sitting in front of him at the table, eating a large fruit. "Are you deaf or something?" he asked, not receiving a response. Rocket moved closer to Peter's face and stared at him for a few seconds. He sniffed him. "You don't want that Maryah," he said, moving away from Peter and sitting back down at the table.

"I do want her," Peter replied.

"Yup, that one needs the affirmation accent mark, little spider," Pietro sang. And as he spoke, Peter began to correct it and it was indeed correct. But that doesn't mean anything. It's just a word... "He loves Freya," he said next. "As Frey says, she will give you what...

"We're friends, friends," he emphasized. "We'll be that and nothing more." He stood up abruptly from his chair. "And I do love Maryah," he added before walking away from all of them."

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