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Asgard, Odin's Palace

Odin's one good eye twitched as he sat on his royal throne, alone in the entire hall. His ancient breath drew in a little more this time. His very mood, disturbed, was felt by every being of strength in Asgard.

"What is the matter, my husband?"

As usual, Frigga appeared right when he needed her. "I am… disturbed, Frigga. I have seen something I shouldn't have. A fleeting image, but heavy on my mind."

"Is it Hela?"

Odin tiredly looked at his wife. "How can I ever hide anything from you?"

Frigga smiled beautifully. "Were you not expecting that from the beginning?"

"I knew the possibility was high."

"Then there is no wrong in this. We cannot watch Marshall with mortal eyes—he has grown beyond us in age and bearing. I believe a soul such as his is worthy of Hela, just as she is of him. Or is it his nature to bind himself that troubles you, my husband?"

Odin shook his head. Who was he to talk about commitment? He has had many partners in the past. "Still, it isn't gentle on a father's heart."

"It will never be. Come now, Thor wants to show us something."

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Selene ended up being absent for over a week. But Marshall found no issue with that as his and Hela's affair became a regular thing. Although she still tried to act haughty and noble, she never denied Marshall's touch.

Whether it be morning or night, if Marshall wanted, she was always willing. Perhaps it was her way of experiencing what she missed out on for so long. In a way, she let Marshall control the flow as she was inexperienced.

But as the nights went by, she liked being on top at times. She also tried a position that Marshall named Amazonian. It was rather thrilling, yet the position where he hit her deepest parts was the one where he had control.

She didn't mind. He made her spill, and she did the same to him.

But perhaps the heavens were against her pleasure. Out of nowhere, Dinosia was attacked by humans. It was a naval attack with cannons. Marshall had just finished spilling inside her for the nth time that morning when it happened.

"Those bastards!"

Marshall roared, put on his clothes, and jumped straight out of the window, flying into the sky. He saw about two dozen ships around Dinosia, wielding cannons and waving the American flag.

"They never fucking learn, do they?!" Marshall boomed and shot towards the ships. Instead of breaking them, he first pushed them with telekinesis until they were all close to one another. So close that one could jump from one ship to another. Then, he raised the entire fleet into the sky.

He kept going, higher and higher, until the air became too thin.

After that, he flew towards the White House yet again. He was fast, but it was still on the other side of the continent. By the time the White House came into view, all the men in the ships were dead.

And from that height, he dropped all those ships on top of the White House.

BOOM!

Dust rose, and rubble formed. Of course, the building was strong, but a lot of its edges, balconies, and walls did fall apart. What couldn't fall became dented. The repairs alone would cost a fortune, and the time needed would be years.

Then, Marshall flew into the building, straight through the large window of the Oval Office. As expected, the new President was there, hiding beneath his table.

"Come out," Marshall ordered. The place was a mess. Dust and shattered glass were everywhere.

The old President crawled out from under the table.

"Recognize me?"

"Y-You're the First Man."

Hearing that, Marshall threw the table just like the last time and lifted the President by the collar. "Then why the fuck is it so hard to stick to the damn contract? Why did your goddamn navy attack Dinosia? No, I'm not killing you. Too easy. You're all brain fog in suits—kill one, another clown pops up. I used to let this slide. I used to. But you? You get the old treatment. From now on, the United States of America must hand over one-third of its yearly revenue as tax to the First Man for being allowed to exist. Failure, and you'll be erased from history—You live on my land! Rent free! And dare attack me?"

The President frowned, but he dared not object. He gulped and nodded. "I… I alone can't decide that."

"Then drag 'em here! Every last one of those jackasses! If they need to hear it, fine—I'll bark it one more damn time." Marshall roared and released the man, dropping him to the floor. "Three days. You bring who you can."

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Three days later, Marshall repeated his threats to Congress. Only once, and then he was out of there. If they didn't stand by his demand, he'd made up his mind to just take over the entire damn continent and make it the United States of Dinosia.

Let's check up on my mammoths.

Marshall flew northwest and soon arrived at the massive forested area. From the sky, he saw a lot of woolly mammoths roaming about, their babies around them. Some of them raised their trunks towards him, as if greeting him.

"Hah, sorry, Marty ain't with me this time. He can't play."

Marshall continued to fly and check the entire area. To ensure there were no settlements. Since Selene was gone, he had to rely on himself.

"Hm? FUCKERS!"

And sure enough, he saw smoke rising in the distance. Anger-fueled, he rushed over and landed with a loud bang.

"Wh—Kids?"

Unlike the previous incident, the intruders were unexpected. They were kids, two teenagers. Thirteen or fourteen at best. A boy with dark brown hair and a girl with red hair. The boy looked rather feral.

"You're trespassing." He warned the two kids.

"W-We'll… We'll leave, Sir." The girl stuttered, covering the boy behind her.

Canadian? Marshall recognized the accent. Seeing the fish they were cooking, and their clothes, they were runaways, he was sure of.

"Hungry?" He asked them.

The boy and the girl looked at each other's faces. Their fear was understandable. Not every day you see a man dressed in fur like a Viking falling from the sky.

"Just passin' through, Mister. Won't be long. Ain't lookin' for trouble. Didn't hurt nothin'." The boy said.

Marshall laughed and went closer anyway. "Oh, I know that. If you'd touched one of my cute fur elephants, you two would be dead by now. Anyway, sit down, eat, and tell me your story."

Marshall sat down by the fire nonchalantly and raised his arm sideways, using his powers.

Swoosh!

However, it appeared he spooked the two teens.

"Oh my!" Marshall eyed the boy's claws. Both of them. "What are you? Cat?"

Three bone-like claws, long, from each fist. The boy hid the girl behind himself to protect her.

However, Marshall didn't even seem surprised. He just dismissed it and kept his arm raised sideways.

Wooooooosh~

Then came a distant sound of rustling leaves. It kept growing, louder, louder, and then—

Bam!

A dead deer landed in Marshall's grasp. It came flying out of nowhere.

"Hah—Perfect! It's a feast, kids."

"..."

"..."

Understandably, the two kids were speechless, confused, and even more scared.

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Dinosia,

"This color rather suits you, Marty."

Hela had nothing to do. Hence, she had Marty to entertain herself with. That day, she decided to dress Marty in a similar magical fabric to hers. It was all black with green highlights. And it suited Marty's already green body.

"Grrrruf~"

"I suppose you like it." She said, unable to understand him like Marshall did.

Bzzzzzzz~

And right when she found peace, a vibrant, colorful tube of light fell from the sky. Right on top of the temple of First Man's terrace, where she relaxed.

"Marty, get behind me!" Hela was on her feet already, her battle suit summoned, a black spiky spear in one hand.

"I come in peace, Hela."

Hela didn't relax even though it was a female voice. "No Asgardian comes in peace. Not for me."

"I am Frigga, wife of Odin."

Hela sneered even harder. "And?"

"Congratulations, my dear," Frigga voiced, walking closer. "Odin… couldn't come, so I did."

Hela summoned another spear in her other hand. "You can go back then."

"Do you not feel it, my dear?" Frigga continued her brave walk. "Motherhood has graced you."

"What?!"

"Graaawr?!"

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