Chapter 1,374: Aftermath (Part 2)
The faint morning light jumped down along the magnificent roof of the Asgard, landing on the smooth and bright helmets of the tall guards around the square, and then slid down along the broad arm armor like a child, playing and laughing, shuttling between the horse's hooves and the shoes stained with wet mud, and then jumped into the water of the fountain with the same enthusiasm as the Asgardians, and was thrown high along the fountain.
The burly warrior fell from mid-air, was caught by his comrades, and then was thrown up again amid cheers. When the young warriors turned their heads, the goddesses in white long skirts held water pitchers and fruit baskets on their heads, passed through the crowd like swimming fish, smiled and greeted all the guests, and put the wreaths on their arms on people's heads.
The layers of buildings in the distance have the quaint flavor of Asgard in ancient times. At that time, the magnificent Golden Palace had not yet been built. The people of Asgard made a living by boat. They built castles with mud, arranged tiles neatly on the roof, and then hung their national flag under the wooden window frames.
The buildings of interstellar civilizations that can travel through the universe rarely retain such primitive and simple sentiments. Most civilizations have simplified all unnecessary components in countless technological iterations. That is what they pay for their weak bodies, but the gods do not have to.
Therefore, this is a wonder in the eyes of the guests. Many residents of Asgard still live in brick houses. The wooden doors creak when they are opened, but when countless crowded houses are piled up on the skyline, they show a sense of orderly beauty.
The morning light flows between the roofs, sliding carefully across the flags connecting the roofs like walking on a tightrope across a river. The tavern owner, who is hanging the end of a string of colorful flags on the eaves, feels a regular vibration from the ladder under his feet.
"Da Da Da, Da Da Da, Da Da Da."
The sound of hurried horse hooves came from afar, and a pair of knights in gorgeous armor galloped from the end of the street. The leader wore a double-horned helmet and held a tall flagpole. At the top of the flagpole, the flag of Asgard fluttered in the wind.
The children imitated the knights' postures, running through the crowds of people coming and going, listening to the laughter and scolding of the people behind them, and the low horns coming from afar.
The horn bearer standing on the watchtower in front of the Asgard Palace put down the huge horn in his hand, turned his head and looked at the flocks of white doves flying on the skyline. The white birds flapped their wings, flew over people's heads, attracted everyone's attention, and then flapped their wings again and flew to the highest point of the Asgard Palace building.
On the highest balcony facing the square, Sif was wearing a silver Asgard dress, which was made of delicate silver fabric that emitted a faint glow. She was covered with a thin light armor from the neck to the chest. The long skirt at the hips was covered with a thin chain. Her long hair was tied up, and she wore a white wreath on her head.
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Then she stretched out her hand to let the white dove land on her arm, and took a branch from the white bird's mouth, turned to Thor and said: "This is the blessing of the world tree, Balder is saying hello to us."
"He is my eldest brother, of course I should accept his kindness." Thor took the branch and pinned it to the buckle at his waist. Thor was wearing a complicated armor, lined with dark red solid cotton cloth, and each piece of fish scale armor on his chest had dark patterns created by the dwarves after countless tempering. The belt wrapped around his thin waist, and above the leg armor were three silk ornaments, and below were fish bones polished into diamond shapes.
Thor did not wear a helmet, but let his golden hair fall down, and wore a special crown on his head, which was inlaid with nine different gems, from different races of the nine kingdoms, symbolizing the unification of the nine realms.
Sif held the scepter, but Thor did not hold the sword. Instead, he held a long piece of cloth that almost fell to the ground with one hand. A plump fish was outlined on it with a special dye.
This is an indispensable part of the traditional Asgard wedding. Young sailors will catch the strongest and plumpest sea fish for their lovers. This is the best gift of love. If the girl accepts the courtship, she will string the fish bones left after cooking into jewelry and give it back to the pursuer. If she can have a string of fish bone necklaces from her lover, she will be admired by everyone.
When they came to Asgard, this tradition was still preserved, but the fresh sea fish was replaced with cloth with fish-shaped patterns.
Under the gaze of the full guests in the square and the Asgardian residents who were shoulder to shoulder on the street, Thor held up the cloth and handed it to Sif. Sif took the long cloth, passed one hand over Thor's chest, hugged his back, and kissed him on the cheek.
The crowd cheered enthusiastically. Thor took Sif's hand and raised the scepter in her hand, which was like raising his own scepter. This meant that the God King and God Queen would rule Asgard as equals, becoming the father and mother of all gods, defending against powerful enemies like a country, and being warm and harmonious like a family.
Odin and Frigga also stood in the square, holding hands and watching the newlyweds.
"Is this the end?" Odin said to himself, and then he answered himself: "No, this is just the beginning. When Thor really became a father, he just began to understand me."
"But he is destined not to take the same path as you." Frigga turned her head and looked at Odin's handsome face that was still like a sculpture.
"There are hundreds of ways to be a king, but there is only one way for a father." Odin looked at Thor and Sif on the balcony. What was surprising was that this god-king who had been so powerful all his life was much more emotional in private. , he was almost in tears, but Frigga acted more calmly.
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"First to possess them, then to protect them, and finally reluctant to watch them leave. In the lonely years, guarding the memories until death, this is the life of a father."
Loki stared at the God King and God Queen from above, watching them walk down the platform, enter the crowd, and then board the carriage to start the parade.
"Maybe it's not that I can't have it, or that I can't protect it. It's just that leaving everything that will eventually destroy me. Just thinking about it makes me almost lose all my courage. I still think so. The power of Thor is that he dares to finally One left."
"Asgard is about to step onto a bigger stage. One day, the World Tree will no longer be the fulcrum of the nine kingdoms, just like every growing child must leave the arms of its parents."
On the second floor of the tavern next to the street, Strange was leaning on the railing of the terrace, watching the crowd below cheering for the approaching royal carriage. He took a sip of wine, and then sighed: "In the long river of time, there will be no more A wise king also turns to dust one day, but just like a father, the new life he leaves behind is the beginning of another journey. "
"If you're talking about marriage, you can't just talk about marriage, but also about society, responsibility, and humanity." On the tall cargo box next to the stable door of the inn, Stark listened to the noise in the distance and took a sip of Asgard. Spirits, said: "And love and profit."
"I thought you only talked about love." Schiller leaned against the wall next to him, stubbornly holding a glass of red wine brought from Earth. He looked up at Stark's brown eyes, with his back to the bright and blazing sunshine. The darkness that emerged at that time seemed to be melted into honey again.
"Tony, you deliberately asked Stephen to use that untouched glass of wine to hint to me that when did he do his business? If he wanted to go against me, why would he leave room for it? I thought that after he arrived, your The sensibility will be a little bit worn away.”
"You are wrong. Both of us think this is my sharpest weapon." Stark smiled and looked at Schiller and said: "You are not the only one who likes small favors. This is your common characteristic, even though you always It was a questioning tone, but you were still pleased by my step back, weren't you?"
Schiller raised his head slightly, took a sip of wine and said: "I don't mind making myself secular and being happy for my friends' deliberate efforts to please. This is also a part of my life and the enjoyment I deserve."
"You see, it's not just endless gains that will make you happy." Stark's tone was brisk, as if he was telling a humorous story. Despite his cynicism, Iron Man rarely really relaxed. The person in his mind Even more so.
But when the dew from the parade carriage splashed on his shoulders, he still laughed lowly, and his eyelashes were like fluttering golden butterflies in the sunlight that came through the cracks in the awning, and then Schiller followed. laughed.
In the streets and alleys, burly warriors put their arms on each other's shoulders, and their arms overlapped to form a human wall. Rough and bold songs resounded in the sky above Asgard all night long.
When the bonfire was lit, the goddesses in traditional Asgardian costumes rolled their arms, raised their legs and lifted the sides of their boots, dancing to celebrate the harvest. The air flow from the flying long hair caused the flames to burn out. Dance too.
The royal family of Asgard, humans and mutants, and even Thanos, Star-Lord and Rocket Raccoon all raised their wine glasses. The foam rippling from the top of the glasses when they collided was like the sparkling fountain water in the morning light.
No matter how many conspiracies and exchanges of interests there are, they can't compare to the concentration and investment in the celebration at this moment.
The enthusiasm from the crowd will eventually turn into a glass of intoxicating wine, making all lonely people who consider themselves cold-hearted unable to refuse this vulgar excitement.
But among the crowd, there was only one person missing. At this time, in the office of the Dream School that resembled Hogwarts, the soul of Lilandra, the Queen of the Shi'ar Empire, was leaning against Charles' side and weeping incessantly.
"I came to you just for the reform of the Shi'ar Empire! At most, it's just for the crystal. Taking a step back, nothing happened to us, right?! He actually, he actually..."
"Okay, Leland, your union was just the product of an exchange of interests, so why bother about it? The Shi'ar Empire is still pointing at you."
"Shi'ar Empire?!" Lilandra raised her voice and said, "Fuck the Empire! I will never go back! Let this queen be whoever you like!"
"This is what you said, Her Majesty the Queen." Schiller walked out of the portal with a smile, the smell of alcohol still lingering on his body, obviously he had just withdrawn from the celebration.
Lilandra raised her head and stared at him, and Charles sighed helplessly.
As soon as Lilandra turned her head, she saw Magneto's dead face that had not changed for thousands of years, and Mystique who had just walked out from behind Magneto.