Chapter 457: Ragnarok (2/2)

Chapter 457: Ragnarok (2/2)

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Amidst the chaos, a new figure appeared, dressed in a spider-themed suit stood between Hela and her prey. Hela's eyes narrowed as she regarded this odd newcomer, their full-face mask obscuring any sign of recognition.

"Yo," Peter's voice rang out, as casual as ever. "That's a nice little stone you've got there... Mind if I see it for a second?"

"And who might you be?" Hela drawled, her voice dripping with condescension. She turned to Odin with a raised eyebrow. "Father, where did you find this... clown?"

(A/N: I wrote condensation like three times before finally getting the word condescension right... Am I dumb? Wait... don't answer that.)

Odin's smile remained serene as he replied, "This is Spider-Man, a friend of Asgard."

Hela's laughter echoed through the air. "Spider-Man? Which child came up with such a ridiculous title?"

Peter couldn't help but chuckle alongside Hela's laughter, earning a perplexed look from the goddess.

"Well, you know what they say, simplicity is key," Peter shrugged nonchalantly.

Ignoring Hela's glare, Peter held out his hand expectantly. "So, how about you hand over that pretty Soul Stone you've got there? And if you do, then I'd be kind and spare your life. After all, you were so kind to deliver it to me."

Hela's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Kind? Oh, I have a feeling you're in for a disappointment."

With a swift movement, Hela held up the Soul Stone, channeling its energy and radiating with newfound power. Peter's eyes narrowed, and before anyone could react, he kicked off the ground, disappearing in a blur and reappearing beside Hela. His fist connected with her stomach, sending her soaring backwards to crash into the outer wall of Asgard. The impact created an explosion of dust and rubble.

As Hela struggled to remove the rubble, which collapsed on top of her, her army undead Valkyrie rushed forward, ready to defend their queen. Turning to Odin and Brunnhilde, Peter pointed toward the incoming forces. "You two handle them. I'll take care of Hela."

Peter smirked, a glint of triumph in his eyes. "Of course I have, and it's been a pleasure doing business with you." He said as he twirled the amber stone between his fingers.

With the Soul Stone securely in Peter's grasp, he felt its pulsating power resonate through him. 'Power, Time, Reality, Space, and now the Soul Stone. I have all but one. All that's left now is the Mind Stone...' He smirked under his mask, though sounds of the continuing war surrounding Asgard interrupted the moment. 'They're still fighting? Is the Soul Stone powering the Valkyrie?'

His fingers tightened around the amber gem, and in a decisive moment, he called upon its might. The energy surged within him, and as he directed it outward, a shockwave of golden light spread across the battlefield. Instantly, the Undead Valkyrie, Hela's once formidable army, collapsed into heaps of bones, dust, and rusted armor and weaponry, their forms disintegrating into nothingness. The peace they had been robbed of was finally returned.

Across the battlefield, the scene unfolded like a surreal dream. Thor's eyes widened, his expression shifting from disbelief to awe. Odin's stern demeanor softened as he gazed upon the fading enemies, his relief palpable. Frigga's heartwarming smile conveyed her maternal condolences, and Brunnhilde's tense stance relaxed, a mixture of relief and gratitude settling upon her. And lastly, the Hulk roared triumphantly, the sound echoing like a declaration of victory.

Hela watched with an unbridled rage as her once indomitable forces crumbled away. The very power she had wielded to amass an army of the dead was now the force that brought them to their end. She gritted her teeth, her fists clenched as she witnessed her enemies celebrating across the battlefield. The taste of defeat was bitter on her tongue, a reality she could scarcely comprehend.

Amidst the jubilation, Odin and Brunnhilde approached Peter. Brunnhilde walked with purpose, her eyes locked onto Hela, her intention clear. She unsheathed her sword, the metal gleaming in the sunlight. Her steps were determined, and her heart pounded with the desire for vengeance. But before her blade could strike true, Odin's spear intervened, clashing with the last Valkyries sword and blocking the path of the sword, preserving his daughter's life.

The tension between Brunnhilde and Odin hung in the air, their conflicting desires palpable. Brunnhilde's glare could have burned holes through stone, while Odin's expression was a mix of sadness and resolution. He spoke, his voice heavy with both regret and determination. "Hela has committed countless atrocities, especially against the Valkyrie, and I share some of the blame for that and countless others. But, she's still my daughter. I ask that you please spare her."

Brunnhilde scoffed. "Step aside!"

As Brunnhilde stood ready to strike again, Peter stepped forward, his presence commanding attention. With a swift movement, he reached out and grabbed Brunnhilde's wrist, halting her impending attack. His voice carried with it an air of authority as he addressed the tense situation. "I have an idea that might satisfy both sides," he declared, his gaze flickering between Hela and Brunnhilde.

Odin's gaze shifted to Peter, his eyes reflecting curiosity and hope. He nodded, a silent agreement to hear out the young man's proposal. Brunnhilde huffed, her irritation apparent, but she sheathed her sword, her stance softening slightly. She regarded Peter with a mixture of skepticism and anticipation, her eyes demanding that his solution be worth considering.

With the Soul Stone pulsating ominously in his grasp, as well as the others in his possession, Peter turned his attention to Hela, his gaze unsettling for the evil princess. A sly smirk curled at the corner of his lips as an amusing idea came to mind.

Hela frowned as a chill burst down her spine. She couldn't see Peter's face, nor did she know what he was thinking, but she could sense the impending doom that his gaze carried. Whatever he had planned, she knew it wouldn't be good.

But before that, Peter turned to Brunnhilde. "Before we get to Hela's punishment, which I assure you will be quite satisfying, I have a quick question for you."

Brunnhilde raised a curious eyebrow. "What?"

Peter held up the Soul Stone. "If I told you that I might be able to revive the Valkyrie, what would you say?"

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