The King of Gods' expeditionary honor guard numbered only a little over a hundred, yet their display was anything but small. They stretched across the stars, dyeing one side of the night sky with golden radiance.
A weighty, epic splendor spread through the heavens as Odin trod upon the starry sky, extending behind him and obscuring the stars' brilliance.
He was a god who created history, a god who created legends, the king among gods, the King of the Gods—Odin!
Odin sat upon the eight-legged horse Sleipnir, his bearing majestic. The two ravens, Hugin and Muninn, flew away from above Tony Stark and Vivian's heads and returned to Odin's shoulders, chirping incessantly into his ear as they reported the situation.
The Asgard warriors who had arrived earlier knelt in salute to welcome him, then withdrew into the honor guard behind Odin.
The grassland seemed to fall silent, leaving only the wind rustling through the scent of blood.
Odin's appearance and majesty made it obvious at a glance that he was Odin, the King of the Gods.
"Are you the King of the Gods of Asgard? I'm Thor's friend. Thor can vouch for me." Tony Stark had originally wanted to close the distance by calling Odin uncle, showing familiarity so that Odin would not make things difficult for He-El, Vivian's master.
But at the sight of Odin's formation and authority, his heart involuntarily tightened, and he did not dare act too flippantly.
Odin looked down from on high over the grassland. Tony Stark seemed to feel Odin's laser-like gaze sweep across his body, pass over the corpses of the Asgard warriors, and settle upon Vivian.
"Actually, this is what happened. We accidentally came to Asgard and clashed with your subordinates. There were some unforeseen incidents." Tony Stark kept gesturing with both