The Return That Shook the Cosmos
The moment Roy and his four companions stepped out of the shadow portal near the Bifröst's edge, reality itself quivered.
Not in a way mortals could ever notice.
But the Cosmos did.
★ In the Far Depths of Existence…
A distant region between universes, where concepts breathed and infinity folded into itself—
A pair of titanic golden eyes opened.
A Living Tribunal fragment, slumbering within the void.
It did not speak.
It did not think in mortal terms.
But it observed.
"A Primordial Shadow Dragon…
Awakening on Midgard…?
Impossible. That lineage was erased at the birth of Eternity…"
A ripple of silver-blue law cascaded across realities.
A lesser cosmic avatar of Eternity flickered into being beside it, its voice echoing like galaxies collapsing.
"His power was suppressed before… but now the seal has cracked.
A new cosmic node is forming."
The Tribunal-fragment's three faces shifted.
Equilibrium. Vengeance. Necessity.
All focused on one presence.
Roy Odinson.
Just the name made the astral sea shudder.
★ In Asgard — Panic in the Golden Palace
On the throne of Asgard, Odin suddenly jerked upright, Gungnir vibrating in his grasp.
A massive distortion of space-time slammed into his senses like a tidal wave.
His single eye widened.
"What in the Nine Realms was THAT?"
He felt:
A surge of law manipulation Tides of multi-universal potential A presence ancient enough to rival primal dragons
But—
It wasn't any being he recognized.
Not a Celestial.
Not Surtur.
Not Ymir.
Not even a cosmic force bound to Asgard.
It was… from Earth?
"Impossible," Odin muttered, standing. "No mortal could—"
The distortion vanished.
As if erased by some higher hand.
Leaving Odin more unsettled than he had been in centuries.
"Something has awakened on Midgard.
And I… cannot identify it."
He hated that feeling.
★ Frigga — The First to Sense Roy
Frigga had been preparing tea, calmly reading herbs when she suddenly felt a familiar—and shockingly amplified—signature brush her senses.
She froze.
"…Roy?"
Her heart skipped.
Her magic surged.
And then she burst out of the palace with un-Frigga-like speed, skirts swirling, startling the guards.
Far across the rainbow bridge, she saw him stepping toward Asgard with four breathtakingly powerful women behind him.
Frigga didn't care about anything else.
She ran straight into her son.
"ROY, MY SWEET BOY!"
She hugged him with enough force to make even a Primordial Dragon blink.
Roy just chuckled softly, patting her back.
"Mother, I'm home."
Only then did Frigga finally notice the four towering presences behind him.
Velzard. Velgrynd. Grayfia. Scáthach.
Each radiating suppressed power that still felt terrifyingly immense.
Frigga's motherly instincts:
Hug Roy Interrogate the beauties Smile politely Threaten them mentally Cling to her son like he might be stolen
All activated at once.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously—a queen assessing rivals.
"…Roy dear," she said sweetly.
"Who are these lovely… overwhelmingly powerful women following you?"
The four bowed politely.
But their eyes were sharp.
Roy sweated internally.
★ Meanwhile — Jealousy in the Making
Across Asgard, three women suddenly felt Roy's presence return.
Sif
Mid-combat training, her spear froze mid-air.
"Roy's back?!"
Her heart leapt—then dropped as she sensed other feminine auras around him.
"Who… who are THEY?!"
Amora the Enchantress
Applying a glamour spell, she blinked.
"Oh, Roy returns—and immediately four cosmic-level beauties appear beside him?"
Her smile cracked.
"Absolutely NOT."
Green magic sparked violently around her.
Lorelei
Charm-practicing in her chambers, she felt his signature and let out a squeal.
But then—
"…Wait. Why do I sense… four godly women around him?!"
She stomped her foot.
"I DIDN'T EVEN GET A DATE YET!"
All three made their way toward the Bifröst.
With intent.
Strong intent.
★ Back at the Bifröst
Frigga was still hugging Roy, refusing to let go.
The girls behind Roy maintained their polite posture… though small flickers of possessiveness curled around them.
Roy sighed.
"…It's going to be a long day."
Behind him, coming closer—
Sif's footsteps thundered.
Amora's magic crackled.
Lorelei's charm aura radiated like a storm.
And Odin, still confused and panicking, rushed onto the balcony of the palace.
The whole realm was converging on one place.