Marvel x Genshin: Mavuika, The Sun Goddess Rules Asgard — Chapter 145

Chapter 145: Country Gods Enter the City

A silent war waged in the space between them, their glares sharp enough to draw blood.

Thor’s hand clenched into a fist, the air around it crackling with unseen ozone.

Loki’s hand rose slightly in response, a faint, sickly green light flickering at his fingertips, ready to weave a spell.

It looked as if the two brothers were about to come to blows right there in the desolate crater—

“Enough.”

Mavuika’s voice was not loud, yet it cut through the tension with absolute authority. The two princes froze instantly.

She walked between them, her calm gaze shifting from Thor to Loki.

“Both of you, be silent.”

As one, Thor and Loki lowered their heads.

The emerald light at Loki’s fingertips vanished.

Thor’s powerful fist unclenched, the tension draining from his shoulders.

Mavuika let out a soft sigh before turning and walking over to Mjolnir, half-buried in the scorched earth. She reached down and wrapped her hand around the leather-bound handle.

With a gentle lift—

Mjolnir rose from the ground as if it weighed nothing at all, lifted by her as easily as one might pick up a feather. Under the moonlight, the legendary war hammer seemed weightless in her grasp. Its heavy head swayed slightly with her movement, humming with a power that seemed to respond to her own.

Thor’s jaw went slack, his eyes widening in utter disbelief.

“B-Big Sis…” he stammered.

Mavuika casually rested the hammer on her shoulder and turned to face him.

“I will hold onto this for you for now,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. “I will return it when you have proven yourself worthy of it once more.”

Thor’s head dropped, his gaze fixed on the dirt. Under the pale moonlight, his broad silhouette seemed to shrink, looking deeply lonely.

Mavuika watched him, a quiet sigh echoing in her heart. She knew what losing Mjolnir meant to Thor. It was his pride, his power, the very symbol of his identity as the God of Thunder.

And now, all of it had been stripped away.

‘Perhaps this is exactly what Father intended for him to see,’she thought.’That he is not merely the God of Thunder. He is Thor, son of Odin, Prince of Asgard. A man who can be a king without needing a hammer to prove it.’

“Let’s go,” Mavuika said, breaking the silence.

Shouldering Mjolnir, she turned and began to walk back the way she came. After a few steps, she paused and glanced back at her two brothers.

“What are you standing there for? Keep up.”

Thor and Loki exchanged a brief, uncertain look. Then, in unison, they moved to follow her.

Thor fell into step on Mavuika’s left, his eyes occasionally stealing glances at the hammer resting on her shoulder—the hammer that had once been his. His expression was a mixture of reluctance and deep loss.

“Are you two hungry?” Mavuika asked suddenly, her voice pulling him from his thoughts.

Thor blinked, momentarily taken aback, before nodding vigorously.

“Hungry!”

“Then I’ll take you to get something to eat,” Mavuika said. “The food on Earth is actually quite delicious.”

A spark of life returned to Thor’s eyes.

“Really? That’s great! As expected, you’re the best to us, Big Sis!”

Loki let out a soft, amused chuckle from her other side.

“Is eating all you ever think about?” he murmured.

Thor shot him a glare. “Are you saying you’re not eating?”

Loki gave an elegant shrug. “I don’t mind either way, but since Big Sis has invited us…” He paused, a wry smile playing on his lips. “It would be impolite to refuse.”

Mavuika smiled, a genuine warmth in her eyes. “Then let’s go.”

She reached out, taking Thor’s arm with one hand and Loki’s with the other. A torrent of golden-red flames erupted from beneath her feet, lifting them off the ground. In the next second, the three of them soared into the sky, streaking towards Mavuika’s villa.

The night wind whipped past them, cool and damp with the taste of the Atlantic. Mavuika led her brothers through the New York night, the fiery trail from her power leaving a long, brilliant wake behind them, a meteor piercing the darkness.

Thor, it seemed, had already forgotten his melancholy. He hadn’t stopped talking the entire way.

“Big Sis, look over there! What are those lights? Why are they moving?” he boomed, pointing at the streams of traffic below.

“Those are cars,” Mavuika explained patiently. “They are modes of transportation built by humans that can travel on roads.”

“Cars…” Thor muttered the unfamiliar word, his eyes already captivated by something else. “And that one! There’s a light on the very top of that tall thing! What is that?”

“That’s the Empire State Building, a structure built by humans. It’s very tall.”

“How tall?”

“A little over three hundred meters.”

Thor’s eyes went wide. “Three hundred meters? Mortals can build structures three hundred meters tall?”

“They can,” Mavuika confirmed. “And they have built more than just one.”

Thor fell silent. He looked down at the brilliant sea of lights spread out beneath them. Skyscrapers stood like a forest of illuminated steel and glass, their peaks scraping the clouds. Streets crisscrossed in a perfect grid, and countless points of light flowed through them like glowing rivers. Red, white, yellow, blue—a dazzling spectrum of colors intertwined, spreading out under the night’s curtain and extending all the way to the horizon.

This was Midgard? This was the realm he remembered as a world of scattered villages and stone castles, of knights and farmers?

Thor opened his mouth, but no words came out. He was speechless.

Beside him, Loki let out a soft “tsk.”

“Quite spectacular,” he commented, his tone carrying a note of genuine seriousness he himself didn’t seem to notice. “A few hundred years ago, the largest city in Midgard held only tens of thousands of people. The tallest buildings were church spires, and the night was lit only by torches and oil lamps.”

He stared down at the sprawling, incandescent metropolis. “A few hundred years… what a staggering change.”

Thor scratched his head, looking confused. “How do you think they did it? With no magic, no divine power… just relying on…”

“Relying on their minds,” Loki interrupted, his voice sharp and clear. “Relying on their hands. Relying on generation after generation of continuous building, exploration, and accumulation.” His gaze fixed on the towering skyscrapers, a complex light flickering in his emerald eyes. “Humans… are indeed quite interesting.”

Thor nodded, only half-understanding the sentiment. His attention was already snagged by another marvel.

“Big Sis, look over there! That bridge! The lights on it are even changing color!”

“That’s the Brooklyn Bridge,” Mavuika said. “Those are nighttime landscape lights.”

“Landscape lights? What are landscape lights?”

“They are… lights installed specifically to make the bridge look beautiful.”

Thor’s eyes widened again. “Mortals install lights just for a bridge?”

“Yes.”

“Just to make it look beautiful?”

“Yes.”

Thor fell silent for a long moment. Then, he said in a low, awed voice, “Father’s Golden Palace isn’t even this extravagant.”

Loki couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s because the Golden Palace is already beautiful enough on its own,” he quipped. “But you are right about one thing. Mortals are… quite interesting.”

The three of them continued their flight. Thor, now fully captivated, continued his barrage of questions.

“Big Sis, what is that big, round stadium?”

“Madison Square Garden. It’s a place where humans play sports and hold concerts.”

“What is a concert?”

“It is when a group of people sings for others to hear.”

“Big Sis, what are those dense clusters of little lights?”

“Residential buildings. Places where ordinary people live.”

“And that large green patch, is that a park?”

“Yes, that’s Central Park. It’s a green space humans specifically set aside for resting, walking, and having picnics.”

Thor looked baffled. “Mortals don’t use all their land to build houses?”

“They do not.”

“Then they… they really know how to enjoy themselves.”

The corners of Mavuika’s mouth curled into a gentle smile.

“Yes,” she said softly. “They really do.”

Loki listened quietly to their exchange, his gaze never leaving the brightly lit city below. His eyes seemed to glow faintly in the darkness, and no one could guess what thoughts were turning in his clever mind.

After flying for another ten minutes, Mavuika began to lower their altitude.

“We’re almost there,” she announced. “I live in the Upper West Side, over there—”

Before she could finish, Thor was already pointing excitedly at the buildings below, his voice booming with enthusiasm.

“Is it that one? Is it that building? Big Sis, which one do you live in?”

Mavuika followed his finger.

“…Not that one,” she said with a hint of amusement. “That’s a commercial building. I live in an ordinary villa.”