The Party of Jealous Goddesses & A Stressed All-Father
The palace of Asgard was glowing with gold and warm light. A rare celebration—500 years of peace and prosperity—was underway.
But everyone knew the real chaos was not the feast.
It was the table where Roy and his eight women sat.
And the two cosmic beings who had just descended.
Infinity & Death Arrive (And Immediately Cause a Scene)
The air cracked open like a mirror struck by cosmic lightning.
Two figures stepped out:
Lady Infinity — swirling galaxies woven through her hair Lady Death — pale, elegant, wrapped in silence and eternity
Both had only one expression:
Jealousy.
They glared at the seven women around Roy:
Grayfia, Velzard, Velgrynd, Scáthach, Sif, Amora, Lorelei.
Infinity spoke first, straight to the point:
"We sense affection for our Roy. You seven are… rivals."
Death floated forward, emotionless but sharp:
"We challenge you.
To determine who may stand beside him."
The hall froze.
Thor dropped his cup.
Loki choked on his wine.
Odin nearly fell off his throne.
Roy buried his face in his hands.
"Not again…"
The Fight That Shook the Palace
The women stood up instantly.
Grayfia cracked her knuckles.
Velzard released frost so cold the floor crystallized.
Velgrynd ignited blue flames.
Scáthach summoned her runes.
Sif grabbed her weapons.
Amora smiled wickedly.
Lorelei cracked her neck.
Frigga sipped her drink:
"This will be interesting."
Odin was praying silently that the palace wouldn't explode.
The battle lasted five seconds.
Not because they destroyed each other—
but because Roy stepped in.
His shadow expanded like a universe unfolding.
Everything froze.
Even Infinity.
Even Death.
Roy sighed:
"If you want to fight, fight something that won't destroy reality."
Shadows pulled everyone apart.
The cosmic sisters blinked.
Infinity whispered:
"We… may have underestimated your mate's power."
Death frowned, embarrassed.
The Resolution: The Harem Treaty
The seven girls stared at Infinity and Death.
Competitive. Proud. Protective.
But after hundreds of years with Roy…
none of them were insecure.
Grayfia stepped forward as unofficial leader.
"You love him too?"
Infinity blushed lightly.
Death nodded stiffly.
Velzard crossed her arms.
"He has enough love to give."
Velgrynd snorted.
"But if you join, you follow the rules."
Scáthach pointed a spear threateningly.
"No dominating the timeline."
Lorelei smiled sweetly.
"No manipulating emotions."
Amora added:
"No killing anyone who flirts with him."
Sif rolled her eyes.
"And no cosmic 'accidents' near Asgard."
Infinity and Death looked at Roy…
then at the seven women…
then at Roy again.
Finally, they bowed.
"We agree."
Roy collapsed onto his chair.
"...my life is insane."
The cosmic sisters took their place beside him—
two more goddesses in a growing constellation of affection.
The Feast — Roy's Table Is the Loudest
At the center of the hall, Roy sat with:
Grayfia Velgrynd Velzard Scáthach Sif Amora Lorelei Infinity Death Frigga
A table that absolutely nobody wanted to sit near.
Frigga was laughing as Roy told old stories.
"—and that's when the Celestial sneezed so hard he destroyed a moon."
Frigga burst out laughing.
Odin watched from the throne.
He saw:
His wife happier than ever His youngest son, smiling, surrounded by love The strongest entities in existence sitting comfortably beside Roy Roy not caring about the throne Thor and Loki glaring at each other Roy feeding Velzard a dumpling as Infinity glared jealously
Odin felt…
Happy.
Sad.
Jealous.
Confused.
Proud.
So many emotions it physically hurt him.
He whispered to himself:
"Why… why does he not desire the throne?
Why does he only care for family?"
Frigga leaned toward Roy.
"More stories, my sweet boy."
Roy chuckled and continued, exaggerating the parts about Eternity for comedy (carefully avoiding revealing who it was).
Frigga's laughter echoed through the hall like sunlight.
Odin closed his eyes.
"Even though the realms see him as the weakest prince…
he is the one who brings her the most joy."
He watched Roy smiling at his family.
And Odin felt something he hadn't felt in a long time.
Content.
He no longer cared who would take the throne.
Because he realized:
"As long as Roy is here…
Asgard will always be safe."