The Harem War of Asgard
The Royal Palace of Asgard was many things—grand, eternal, majestic.
But peaceful?
Not today.
★ The Seven-Way War Begins
Roy had barely returned from Odin's interrogation when he felt a sudden pressure behind him.
He turned.
Seven women stood staring at him.
At the same time.
In the same room.
Sif.
Amora.
Lorelei.
Grayfia.
Velzard.
Velgrynd.
Scáthach.
A normal man would have fainted.
Roy?
Roy felt a headache.
Grayfia stepped forward first, elegant and composed.
"Lord Roy, would you like tea? I prepared something special."
Before Roy could answer—
Velgrynd grabbed his arm.
"He doesn't need tea. He needs training. Come, Roy."
Velzard immediately pulled his other arm.
"No. He needs to rest in my presence. It is good for his health."
Sif jumped between them.
"HEY! I haven't seen him in months!
Roy, spar with me first!"
Amora twirled her magic, lips curling.
"Why spar? Roy… come with me. We need alone time."
Lorelei stomped her foot.
"No, he's coming with ME! I planned a romantic walk!"
Scáthach smirked like a predator.
"He will spend time with his Master.
Move."
The air detonated with cosmic pressure.
Frost mana, flame mana, demonic energy, charm aura, warrior intent, Nordic magic, primordial shadow…
Roy:
"…god help me."
★ Thor Walks In — And Dies (Almost)
The doors slammed open.
"BROTHER RO—"
Thor froze mid-step.
He stared at:
Seven cosmic-level women
All glaring
All radiating enough power to erase a small galaxy
All focused on Roy.
Thor's face turned pale.
"B-brother… what… is happening?"
Velzard's cold aura washed over him.
Velgrynd's heat burned his eyebrows.
Scáthach's killing intent stunned his soul.
Amora's charm nearly knocked him unconscious.
Lorelei's charm finished the job.
Grayfia's demonic pressure pinned him.
Sif's warrior presence roasted what remained.
Thor's eyes rolled back.
THUD.
Thor fell face-first into the floor.
Dead silence.
Roy exhaled.
"…That has to be a new record."
★ Loki Arrives — and Immediately Capitalizes
A shimmer of green magic filled the hall.
Loki appeared holding a notebook.
"…I knew I sensed drama."
He looked at Thor, unconscious on the floor.
"Huh. That's a personal best."
Then he smirked at the seven women.
"So. A harem war for my dear younger brother? Delightful."
Before Roy could speak, Loki raised his voice magically across Asgard.
"BETTING POOL IS OPEN!
Who wins Roy's heart first?!
Odds listed by cosmic power and romantic aggression!"
Einherjar ran over.
Valkyries leaned out of windows.
Even palace servants peeked around corners.
Loki scribbled names rapidly.
"Current odds—
Velgrynd: 2:1
Velzard: 3:1
Grayfia: 4:1
Scáthach: 5:1
Amora: 6:1
Sif: 8:1
Lorelei: 10:1 but with chaotic potential—"
"LOKI!!" Roy shouted.
"Brother, brother." Loki grinned. "Don't interrupt the economy."
★ Roy Gets Dragged to Dinner
Frigga peeked in.
"Oh good! You're all here."
She clapped her hands.
"Family dinner.
All seven of you sit with Roy."
Roy whispered, horrified:
"Mother…"
She winked.
"Make sure to get closer tonight, girls."
Seven blushes.
Seven sparks of rivalry.
Roy was grabbed from seven sides and dragged like a sacrifice.
★ The Dinner of Insanity
The long golden dining table of Asgard had never seen such tension.
On Roy's left:
Sif
Velzard
Grayfia
On his right:
Velgrynd
Lorelei
Amora
Scáthach sat directly across, smirking like a queen of chaos enjoying the show.
Frigga served food cheerfully.
"So! Who wants to feed Roy first?"
Grayfia gracefully lifted a spoon.
Velgrynd did the same.
Velzard copied.
Lorelei shoved forward.
Amora's magic floated an entire platter toward his face.
Sif rammed a fork forward like a spear.
Scáthach threw a meat chunk with perfect accuracy.
It all hit Roy at once.
BAM
He fell backward off his chair.
Frigga giggled.
"Ah, young love."
★ Odin Walks In — Discovers the Cosmic Watchers
Odin entered, intending to calm everything.
Instead, he saw the chaos.
"By the Norns… what is—"
Then he froze.
Because behind Roy…
In the shadows…
In the air…
In the folds of space…
He sensed them.
Fragments of…
A Celestial's consciousness.
A sliver of Eternity watching.
A Living Tribunal echo.
A Primordial Dragon will.
A Shadow Monarch resonance vibrating reality itself.
All staring at Roy.
Odin's pupils shrank.
This is impossible.
Why would so many cosmic entities watch a single prince?
Unless—
He swallowed.
—he is beyond anything I imagined.
Frigga smiled sweetly.
"Dear, sit. The children are eating."
Odin sat stiffly.
He whispered to her:
"Frigga… those women…
They are not normal."
Frigga whispered back:
"Of course they're not, dear.
They're Roy's future wives."
Odin choked on air.