Marvel x Genshin: Mavuika, The Sun Goddess Rules Asgard — Chapter 72

Chapter 72: No One Is More Worthy of This Motorcycle Than You

Tony’s movements were sharp and fluid. He spun on his heel, the hem of his suit jacket tracing an elegant arc as he turned.

He strode to the back of the large truck and gestured to the driver. The man, clearly a Stark Industries employee and well-acquainted with the young heir, immediately cooperated, unlocking the cargo bay with a pneumatic hiss.

With a theatrical flourish, Tony yanked the heavy cargo door open.

As the massive metal panels slid apart, the brilliant afternoon sun flooded the interior, chasing away the shadows. There, resting quietly on a specially fabricated mounting bracket, was a motorcycle the color of fire.

Its paint seemed alive, reflecting a flowing luster under the sunlight. At one angle, it was as deep and dark as cooling magma; at another, it blazed as brightly as the heart of a forge. The color shifted and swirled with every subtle change in perspective.

The simplified body was a masterpiece of industrial art. From the sharp, aggressive fairing at the front, along the gradually tapering fuel tank, to the slightly upturned tail, every curve had been carefully calculated. It was a perfect fusion of aerodynamics and the raw beauty of power and speed.

The frame was left in the raw, exposed color of the metal, creating a stark contrast with the crimson bodywork. Its precise mechanical structures were displayed openly, without concealment, as if to declare that this was no mere decoration, but a machine born for the thrill of the chase.

The tires were wide and formidable, their wheel hubs designed to resemble rotating blades. The brake calipers were a striking gold, a perfect accent to the fiery red of the chassis. Even the exhaust pipes, extending from both sides of the body, were simple yet powerful in their design. The entire motorcycle gave the impression of a dormant beast, silent for now, but capable of erupting with astonishing force at any moment.

“Tsk, tsk…” Tony couldn’t help but click his tongue in admiration of his own family’s handiwork.

He turned his head to look at Mavuika, a self-satisfied, “See, what did I tell you?” expression plastered across his face.

“The moment I saw you, I was certain,” Tony declared, spreading his arms wide. His tone was exaggerated, but a thread of sincerity ran through it. “No one on this earth is more worthy of this motorcycle than you, beautiful lady.”

To look at him, one would think he was the one gifting this magnificent machine to Mavuika.

The sight made the corner of Howard’s eye twitch. A vein began to pulse faintly on his forehead as he stood off to the side. Watching his son lay on the playboy charm in front of Mavuika, Howard felt a surge of hot blood rush to his head.

He gripped the cane in his hand so tightly his knuckles turned white, wishing he could stride over and slap Tony straight into the ground. It was one thing for the boy to flirt with beautiful women out in the world; although Howard couldn’t stand it, he tried not to interfere too much. After all, Tony was only twenty, in the prime of his youth, and the Stark family certainly had the capital to let him squander it. Hadn’t Howard himself gone through a similar phase when he was young? Though, admittedly, not to his son’s prodigious extent…

But this was different!

‘Who is Mavuika?’Howard screamed in his mind.’She is the Sun Goddess of Norse mythology, Odin’s eldest daughter, the Asgardian princess who conquered the Nine Realms! She is an existence who has lived for millennia!’

The power she possessed was far beyond the scope of human understanding. Her very level of existence was fundamentally different from that of mortals.

And Tony, this brat who didn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth, was actually treating her with the same casual attitude he would an ordinary girl? Using that frivolous tone, those cheap jokes…

Howard felt a wave of cold fear wash over him. Although Mavuika appeared easygoing and friendly, how could the dignity of a deity be offended by a mortal without consequence? What if a certain word angered her? What if a single action displeased her?

The thought spurred him into action. He had to warn Tony.

He took a step forward, his cane striking the stone floor with a heavy, sharp thump. His expression was terrifyingly serious, and his eyes, usually gentle and wise, were now filled with a father’s stern authority and a desperate warning.

“Tony, you—”

But before Howard could finish his sentence, Mavuika stopped him.

She stepped sideways, her movement so natural it seemed effortless, placing herself between him and his son. She gave a calm, slight shake of her head—a minute gesture, but Howard saw it clearly.

He froze in his tracks. Staring at Mavuika’s back, he sensed that she wasn’t angry at all.

And she wasn’t. In truth, Mavuika didn’t care about such things. If anything, she found this young man, Tony, quite interesting. That youthful vitality and boundless confidence, even the slightly frivolous teasing… it all reminded her of a time long past in Natlan, of companions who had dared to joke with her, to drink with her as an equal.

The life of a deity was long and often solemn. Sometimes, it needed a bit of mortal fire to spice things up.

also, she could see the spark of genius in Tony, that attitude brimming with curiosity and an insatiable desire to challenge the world. It was a quality Mavuika could appreciate.

“You guessed right,” Mavuika said, a smile touching her lips. She turned to face Tony, completely ignoring Howard’s anxious expression behind her. “This was indeed something I asked your father to build for me.”

She walked to the motorcycle and reached out, her fingers gliding over the cool metal surface of the bodywork. She could feel the incredible craftsmanship and effort contained within; Howard had truly poured his heart into it.

“I like speed,” Mavuika said softly, her voice a low murmur, as if speaking to Tony and to herself at the same time. “I like the feeling of the wind whistling past my ears.”

Tony wore an “as I thought” expression. He walked to her side, his eyes also on the motorcycle, though his gaze would occasionally drift to Mavuika’s profile. In the golden sunlight, her skin seemed to possess a faint glow of its own, and her amber eyes were so deep they felt like they could pull a man in.

Tony had seen countless beauties, but someone like Mavuika… he couldn’t find an appropriate adjective.

“Suddenly mobilizing all of Stark Industries to focus on the production of this motorcycle…” Tony touched his chin, striking a thoughtful pose. “It seems Miss Mavuika is very important in the old man’s eyes.”

He turned his head to look at Howard and blinked innocently. “Friends? A friendship that crosses generations?”

Howard opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but then closed it again. He could only stand there, watching his son repeatedly dance on the edge of a cosmic volcano, filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.

Mavuika, however, found the situation amusing and decided to play along.

She turned to face Tony, crossing her arms over her chest and striking a pose that clearly said, ‘Please, continue.’

“Since you’re so smart…” Mavuika’s voice carried a hint of playful banter. “Why don’t you try guessing again?”

The sunlight caught in her long, golden-red hair, making it seem as if it were truly glowing with an inner fire. The sight left Tony momentarily dazed.

He quickly recovered, raising an eyebrow. He was clearly intrigued by the challenge.

He began to circle her slowly, as if examining a priceless work of art, or perhaps analyzing a complex scientific problem.

“Don’t tell me, I can definitely figure this out!” Tony reached out a hand and declared with absolute confidence, his tone suggesting he had already pieced together all the clues.

He stopped walking and held up a single finger. “Friends is highly unlikely. Based on my understanding of the old man, he’s not the type to make friends across generations. His friends are either old comrades from World War II or his peers in the scientific community, and they’re all basically the same age.”

He held up a second finger. “Colleagues? Doesn’t seem right either. If it were for work, he wouldn’t use private resources to customize a motorcycle. He’d go through formal procedures, apply for funding, and generate a mountain of annoying paperwork.”