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Chapter 44 Loki: If I become the Father someday…

"..."

"...Why aren't you saying anything?"

"..." Ron just smiled kindly.

Realizing something, Loki's lips twitched a few times as he said, "Thor is in your Midgard..."

"I'm crushing you," Ron said truthfully, "in every aspect, including intelligence and strategy."

As he spoke, Ron extended his hand and said:

"Including but not limited to, you bet Thor with a horn cup connected to the sea that you couldn't finish drinking it, and Thor drank so much that the sea level dropped, scaring you into surrendering immediately. And when you cut off Sif's long golden hair and Thor beat you up, you tricked a dwarf craftsman into forging three treasures for the gods, betting that Thor's would be the worst, but the long-handled hammer became a short-handled hammer and was actually more powerful. For example, to prevent the Frost Giants from attacking Asgard, you bet to amuse them, so you tied a goat's thing to your own, and you howled whenever the goat moved. For example, you and a Frost Giant had a wolf, a snake, and even your sister in this world... Oh, and legend has it that when you became a mare, you actively seduced the stallion."

"And it's a construction worker's male horse...tsk tsk, being brutally fucked by the rough and hard genitals of construction site oxen and puffed up like a grouting puff, getting pregnant and giving birth to his adopted brother to ride, I've never even seen that in a doujinshi."

Loki: "..."

"Although you are also a god in the mythology of Midgard, you are different from Thor. You represent the complete opposite of Thor's bravery, glory, strength, and power."

As he spoke, Ron couldn't help but click his tongue: "If we're talking about having fun, you Asgardians really know how to do it. It's fucking outrageous. That's a horse's penis! You can shove it in and it'll go from the intestines to the stomach. And a goat, dressed as a woman..."

Hearing Ron's story, Geralt, who had only arrived in Asgard with a learning mindset, couldn't help but twitch his lips twice. He exchanged a glance with Ciri and then silently lowered his head, not even daring to look at Loki beside him. Whether it was because he was afraid that looking would break Loki's composure or because he was afraid that looking would pollute his own eyes, that remains unknown...

"These are all just a bunch of nonsensical, bullshit rumors..."

Although Loki tried his best to speak calmly, the uncontrollable profanity revealed that he was extremely unhappy.

It is foreseeable that if Loki becomes the God-King of Asgard, the first thing he will do will be to go to Midgard and use diplomatic language to forcefully demand, or even use violent means, the destruction of some false rumors about Asgard.

But if that were the case, even the nickname of a Class A war criminal might not be enough to suppress such a conflict at the level of a cosmic empire. Ron would have to change his name to Sun Xiaochuan, the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries, on the spot.

Ron could still find ways to have fun, but Loki had absolutely no interest in joking around.

He was nobody in Asgard, and nobody paid any attention to him. But who could have imagined that in Midgard, a place he had never even been to, his reputation had already fallen to this level, and that he had mated with a frost giant, fathering wolves, snakes, and... and so on.

Suddenly remembering Ron's last words, "your sister in this world," Loki paused for a moment, then hesitated before asking, "May I ask, by 'my sister in this world,' are you referring to Midgard or Asgard, where I am now?"

"From Asgard," Ron said, picking up a piece of potato bread and chewing. "But by now, your foster father should have banished it to the Hell dimension."

"what?"

It was a very short sentence, but Loki felt as if a bomb had been shoved into his head and then exploded with a bang, spilling white fluid everywhere.

Don't get me wrong, it's brain matter.

"My adoptive father?"

"Hmm." Ron continued chewing, but before he could speak, a surge of arcane energy suddenly erupted around him. Before Loki could ask anything, Ron vanished from the Asgardian restaurant in a flash.

After Ron was moved over, even the diva Frigga lost her initial composure. Her eyes were filled with confusion and seriousness as she looked at Ron and said earnestly:

"Mr. Ron, I don't know where you got this information, but you are someone the Ancient One values ​​and a distinguished guest of Asgard. However, that doesn't mean we can allow you to discuss such matters so freely!"

"Don't be so nervous. Since you know the Ancient One, you should also know about the World Tree and that anything can happen in this trash can universe."

Upon hearing this, Frigga remained silent for a moment, then nodded with some difficulty, but still said, "But this kind of thing..."

"It's better to say it sooner rather than later, and even if you don't, Loki's brain will work its magic soon enough to notice something's wrong with him." Ron shrugged.

"As the department head, I assure you that a certain degree of change, deviating from the expected trajectory, can breathe new life into a static entity."

"..." Frigga remained silent for a long time, staring at Ron's composed expression. After a moment, she took a deep breath and said, "Alright... but please don't mention Hela anymore. Um, if possible, I'd also like to tell Loki about his origins myself."

Frigga added, "I told him, along with my husband, and with Thor present."

"Sure, then please take me back to continue eating. The Fairy Palace is quite large, and I'm afraid I'll get lost."

Frigga fell silent in response, her expression suggesting something unspeakable.

"Uh... is there anything else?"

"It's a small matter." After clearing her throat and glancing around, Frigga raised her hand, and her cosmic secret energy instantly condensed into a large number of runes, isolating the surrounding space.

"It's about Thor..."

"What about Thor?" Upon hearing this, Ron's expression also turned serious. "Madam, you might as well explain it more clearly."

Although she had set up runes to isolate the space, Frigga still felt a little guilty and quickly said, "It's about Thor using his giant swing to knock Loki off his arm... really?"

A smirk quickly spread across Ron's lips, a smile that seemed to have caught wind of some amusement. The distorted expression of that smile was so intense that Geralt needed to draw his silver sword immediately.

Absolutely monstrous!

Just as Ron was about to say a few words, he sensed something and then silently pointed to the space beside him towards Frigga.

Upon seeing this, Frigga was initially taken aback, then tentatively lifted the spatial blockade on that part—no response. After thinking for a moment, Frigga tried opening another spatial portal.

Then you see a shopping bag and a one-eyed man pressed against the wall, listening intently.

Sensing something amiss, the old man Ancient One gave an awkward laugh, turned, and vanished. Odin, on the other hand, coughed lightly and said, "I was just passing by... cough cough, young friend from Midgard, may you have a pleasant time in Asgard."

After saying that, he closed the portal as if fleeing, his face growing increasingly gloomy.

A mother's strength is boundless. To defend her adopted son's dignity and honor, Frigga's spirit has surged dramatically! As expected of Odin, the father of all gods, she immediately ran away when she sensed something was wrong; her sense of danger is truly sharp.

What could Ron do? He could only tell Frigga that this wasn't part of the main universe's storyline, but rather a special, unofficial fan fiction.

Although this explanation sounds strange, as the wife of the Heavenly Father, Frigg knew a little about some realms beyond the cosmic level, such as the multiverse, the hyperverse, the omnipotent universe, and the outer universe.

With her existing knowledge combined with her own imagination, Frigga quickly completed the understanding, and a thoughtful expression appeared on her face.

"So, under normal circumstances, Thor and Loki could never have done that... at least not in the endless multiverse corresponding to this universe?"

"That's one way to understand it," Ron said.

"But in Marvel's endless multiverse, there are also many Lokis who are female, and in worlds where they have 'Do-Do' relationships with Thor. Considering this universe is a giant dumping ground, no one can be sure what will happen."

Upon hearing this, Frigga sighed, appearing as if she had aged decades in an instant. She gave Ron a forced smile and then used her magic to send him back to the restaurant.

Seeing Ron suddenly disappear and then reappear, Loki glanced around nervously. Then, looking at Ron in front of him, hesitantly asked, "Where...where did you go?"

"As you can see, your mother called me over and told me not to reveal the secret to you."

Ron picked up a horn cup, filled it with mead, and took a big gulp as he said, "Luckily, I convinced your mother. But I won't say more, because we agreed that you two will resolve the issue of your origins yourselves."

"Ourselves..."

"Your dad, your mom, and your brother." Ron clicked his tongue. "It's a pity you're a man in this universe. If you were a woman, there would be no need to argue, we could just..."

"Enough... I beg you, please stop." Loki waved his hand wearily, his face filled with despair. He placed a hand on his forehead; the series of events had clearly overwhelmed him.

Just then, Ron suddenly paused, twitched his nose a few times, and looked at Loki hesitantly, saying, "You...you're wearing perfume, aren't you?"

"Of course, I don't intend to become a smelly person," Loki said listlessly.

Ron rubbed his chin and said, "You don't know? This actually gives the male lead an opportunity and an excuse to get closer."

"Huh?! What do you mean?"

Loki immediately became alert—although his mother hadn't explicitly stated it, who was Loki? The self-proclaimed cunning and shrewd god of mischief, he could more or less guess the high credibility of Ron's words simply from the fact that Ron had returned unharmed.

Seeing Loki's alertness, Ron remarked, "That's the bronze man's opening move, 'Bro, you smell good.'"

"..."

"Then it's; brother, you're so tight."

Loki couldn't help but start doing Kegel exercises.

"Finally, bro, your hemorrhoids feel really grainy."

Upon hearing this, Loki breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness I didn't... Wait! That's not the point!"

As they were talking, Loki suddenly caught a glimpse of Thor, who was drunk, noticing him and walking towards him with a loud laugh.

Seeing this, without the slightest hesitation, Loki picked up the horn in front of him and poured it all over himself—after learning about the countless catastrophic and terrifying futures hidden in the endless multiverse, Loki deeply realized that now was not the time to worry about whether his clothes were clean or not!

Having finally managed to stop drinking at Sif's insistence, and though still tipsy, her craving for alcohol remained unfulfilled. Suddenly, she caught a whiff of fresh alcohol on Loki—

Thor grinned sheepishly, his face full of adorable goofiness.

"Bro, you smell so good."

In an instant, a burst of red light flashed in Loki's eyes—Danger!

Instinctively, he gripped the staff beside him, instinctively wanting to deliver a fatal blow to Thor, like a professional baseball player or an elite berserker.

But no sooner had he gripped the handle than the drunken Thor collapsed onto the table, snoring evenly.

Watching his brother, who was fast asleep and snoring loudly, Loki's face turned from white to green, then from green to purple, and finally from purple to black. But in the end, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He just gritted his teeth, and without saying anything to Ron, he got up and left the restaurant.

It is estimated that for a considerable period of time to come, Loki will feel a tightness in his anus whenever he sees Thor.

Regardless, considering the dark future in the endless multiverse, I'd better find a way to leave Asgard and get away from Thor first!

"Hey, don't rush off."

Seeing Loki's hurried arrival and departure, Ron waved and said, "I live at 666 Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan, New York, United States. Come visit me anytime."

As they spoke, a small card floated lightly to Loki's feet. Without hesitation, Loki, his face alternating between pale and flushed, accepted the card, then turned and walked away without looking back.

After defeating Muzan, Ron continued his research with Frigga on the properties of White Frost's arcane powers. Ciri, similarly, took the opportunity to intensively study space-time magic.

Frigga showed great enthusiasm upon noticing this chosen one with the blood of the Elders. Although slightly disappointed to learn that Ciri had joined the World Tree and become a member of Ron's team, considering that they would be living under the same roof in the same universe in the future, Frigga personally learned many of Ciri's methods of using the Elders and pointed out possible paths for advancement.

As for Geralt...

Geralt possessed magical talent, though not as much as Ciri. However, he mingled well with the warriors of Asgard—gaining the friendship of many Asgardians as a "Witcher Warrior from Midgard."

Because the Witcher world has strong Norse mythology elements, Thor also likes this new friend he has made—his reasons for liking Midgard are the same as Loki's reasons for disliking it.

Brave, courageous, righteous, wise, and a heartthrob!

Good heavens, Thor, the god of thunder in your Midgard mythology, is just like me!

Loki: "Bullshit!"

Loki must have thought so, but since their chance encounter on the first day, Loki has never appeared in public again—especially with Thor present.

(End of this chapter)