Marvel x Genshin: Mavuika, The Sun Goddess Rules Asgard — Chapter 170

Chapter 170: The Guide

Having addressed the matter of Odin’s summons, Mavuika departed with Thor and Loki, beginning what could only be described as a grand tour of Midgard.

Over the course of the next two to three months, their footprints graced every corner of the Earth.

Beneath the Eiffel Tower in Paris, Thor found himself captivated by the intricacy of human architecture. He couldn’t resist reaching out to gently touch the iron lattice, his Asgardian strength nearly causing the steel structure to groan and deform under his casual caress. He pulled his hand back with a sheepish grin, a new appreciation for mortal craftsmanship dawning in his eyes.

Under the delicate cherry blossom trees of Tokyo, Loki, ever the showman, wove an illusion of a million petals fluttering through the sky in a perpetual, swirling dance. Passersby stopped in their tracks, their faces filled with wonder at the impossible, beautiful sight. It was only at Mavuika’s quiet reminder that he discreetly unwove the spell, careful to avoid any unnecessary commotion or panic.

Deep within the vast expanse of the Sahara, Thor pitted his strength against the elements, his laughter echoing as he unleashed his innate power to race against the howling sandstorms. Meanwhile, Loki sat perched elegantly on a dune, sipping cool water from a conjured goblet, a smirk playing on his lips as he teased his brother’s boisterous and reckless nature.

On the glacial fields of Antarctica, the golden-red divine energy that perpetually wreathed Mavuika bloomed into a warm, invisible barrier, shielding them from the biting, sub-zero winds. The three of them walked across the thick ice, admiring the pure, silent world of white and blue. Thor, ever curious, even took a moment to chisel through a section of the ice, hoping to discover what strange creatures might lurk in the frigid depths below.

Along their journey, they witnessed the brilliance and diversity of human civilization. They experienced the unique customs of countless countries, tasted local delicacies that ranged from the sublime to the bizarre, and felt the genuine warmth and kindness that flowed between ordinary people.

Gradually, Thor began to rein in his recklessness and impatience. He learned to respect the human way of life, to observe rather than to act, and he no longer brandished his power indiscriminately.

Loki, too, shed some of his practiced cunning and aloofness. On occasion, he would let his guard down, joining in the playful antics with Mavuika and Thor. He even took it upon himself to help humans they encountered, though his methods were uniquely his own. His assistance was invariably laced with a thread of his signature mischief—such as when he guided a lost child back to her family, but not before using a minor illusion to turn her hair a cascade of rainbow colors, leaving the girl caught between tears of relief and gales of laughter.

Watching the subtle but deep changes in her two younger brothers, Mavuika’s lips were often graced with a gentle, knowing smile. This world tour was not merely for relaxation; it was a lesson. It was to help them understand that true power was not a tool for showing off or for conquest, but for protection and for warmth.

Midgard might be small by Asgardian standards, and its people fragile, but the sheer vitality of life on this planet, this pure and simple kindness, held a strength all its own—a strength powerful enough to heal the coldness and estrangement that had taken root in their hearts.

On this particular day, their travels brought the three of them to Miami, in the United States.

The sun was brilliant, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue that mirrored the sea. On the golden beach, people were spread out on towels, leisurely soaking in the warmth, while children shrieked with delight as they chased each other along the shoreline.

Waves lapped against the sand, a pleasant, rhythmic shushing sound that filled the air. The atmosphere was thick with the salty tang of the ocean and the heat of the sun—a mixture that blended perfectly with the ambient aura of divine power radiating from Mavuika.

“Big Sister, this place is so comfortable!” Thor declared, his voice booming with satisfaction. He wore a simple pair of beach shorts, his bare feet sinking into the soft sand. He spread his arms wide, embracing the warm sea breeze. “It’s so much better than that stuffy palace in Asgard. No nagging from Father, no tedious etiquette… I can just sunbathe to my heart’s content! This is the life!”

Loki, by contrast, was the picture of refined disdain. Dressed in his usual black but in a more casual cut, he lounged on a beach chair under the shade of a large umbrella, sunglasses perched on his nose. He held a glass of iced fruit juice, his tone lazy and dripping with sarcasm. “Only you would find this sort of place ‘comfortable.’ It’s hot and dry. If one didn’t shield oneself with divine power, one would be covered in a sticky film of sweat.”

“Loki, you’re just too picky!” Thor immediately retorted. He stomped over to his brother, snatched the fruit juice from his hand, and took a deep gulp. “Ahhh. The sun here is wonderful, even warmer than the one in Asgard. How can you not find this comfortable?”

“I don’t,” Loki said, raising a single, unimpressed eyebrow. He reached out to take back his glass, produced a handkerchief, and carefully wiped the rim where Thor’s lips had been. “And do try to keep your filthy hands off my things.”

Thor’s eyes widened, his temper flaring. He was just about to launch into a proper argument when Mavuika glided over with a soft smile. She gently patted both of their shoulders, her voice a soothing balm.

“Alright, you two, that’s enough. It’s not often we find ourselves in a place like Miami. Let’s just relax and stop bickering.”

She wore a flowing dress the color of a summer sunset, its orange-red fabric fluttering in the sea breeze. Her long, similarly colored hair was swept back, held in place by a hairpin adorned with a small, complex sun totem that seemed to gather the light. A faint, golden-red luminescence shimmered around her, a divine power that complemented the afternoon sun, making her appear like a goddess gracing the mortal realm. Her presence drew the gazes of nearly everyone on the beach.

Some people couldn’t help but lift their phones, attempting to discreetly capture a photo, their eyes wide with amazement. Yet, no one dared to approach. It was as if some primal instinct warned them that this woman, for all her gentle beauty, possessed a majesty that could not be profaned.

“Big Sister, where are we going next?” Thor asked, his anger forgotten as he looked at Mavuika with eager anticipation. “I heard Miami has a lot of fun places and even more delicious food. Let’s go try it all!”

“Alright,” Mavuika nodded, her smile widening. “Let’s go find something to eat first, then we can go for a swim. And tonight, we can go see the city lights. How does that sound?”

“That’s great!” Thor cheered. Even Loki gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod of assent. Though he maintained a front of disdain, he had to admit, deep down, that this leisurely pace was indeed quite pleasant.

Just then, a black sedan pulled smoothly into the beachfront parking lot.

The driver’s door opened, and Happy Hogan stepped out. He was dressed in a crisp black suit that seemed to strain slightly against his burly frame. An honest, earnest smile was fixed on his face as he produced a large sun umbrella from the car and walked quickly towards them.

“Your Highness Mavuika, Your Highness Thor, Your Highness Loki. Good afternoon.” Happy greeted them with a respectful nod, holding the umbrella out for Mavuika. His tone was deferential and warm. “Mr. Stark was worried it might be inconvenient for you to enjoy your time in Miami, so he sent me over to act as your guide and driver. Wherever you want to go, I can take you. Whatever you want to eat, I can arrange it.”

Mavuika accepted the umbrella with a gracious smile. “Thank you, Happy. You’ve gone to a lot of trouble to come all this way. Please thank Tony for us as well.”

“It’s no trouble, no trouble at all!” Happy insisted, waving his hands quickly. “It’s my honor to serve the three of you. Tony said you’re his friends, and that I have to take good care of you, make sure you’re not hassled. Besides,” he added, his expression turning more serious, “Miami is crowded, and things can get complicated. With me here, I can keep an eye on things and help you avoid any trouble.”

He puffed his chest out slightly. “Don’t you worry. I’ve already looked up the best restaurants in the city and the most suitable beaches for swimming. I guarantee you’ll have a good time.”

Loki glanced at Happy from behind his sunglasses, his tone flat but not unkind. “Stark is surprisingly thoughtful. I suppose having you around will indeed save us a great deal of trouble.”

With their plans set, the group gathered their things and settled into Happy’s comfortable sedan.

Happy skillfully handled the car away from the beach and toward the city center. Along the way, he launched into an enthusiastic commentary, pointing out local landmarks, describing the most beautiful scenic spots, detailing where to find the most unique food, and explaining which parts of the city had the most charming night views. His voice was full of genuine excitement, a constant, friendly chatter that filled the car with a sense of welcome.