Creating a Thoughtform, Meeting Odin

"Heh-heh!" Aaron forced a smile, then looked at the others in the hall. "Please tell me, is there any other way to return to Earth besides the Bifrost?"

Sif and the Warriors Three exchanged looks, unsure how to answer.

"It's fine." Fandral familiarly patted Aaron on the shoulder. "If you're going to live in Asgard from now on, the few of us will look after you. You'll never have to worry about food or drink.

"Besides, the divine realm has far fewer rules. It's much better than your Earth."

"What's the use of making it sound so nice?" Aaron looked like he was on the verge of tears. "This is clearly a completely undeserved disaster. You brought me here without my consent, yet never thought about how to send me back.

"More importantly, when I went to New Mexico, I brought along the... that bird I raised. What will happen to it if I'm not there?"

"Isn't it just a bird?" Fandral said dismissively. "I'll give you two more."

"You don't understand. Fawkes is as important to me as Abei. He's not something an ordinary pet can compare to."

"Perhaps there is another way to send you back. We simply don't know it yet," Hogun said thoughtfully. "Didn't Loki go to Midgard without using the Bifrost?"

"The Father of the Gods can send you back," Heimdall said solemnly. "Odin can perform interstellar teleportation."

Why do you think I'm this anxious? Isn't it because of your God King?

Aaron secretly grumbled to himself. He was eighty percent certain that the voice in the spatial passage had belonged to Odin.

Moreover, Odin seemed certain of his identity. Otherwise, he would not have said, "Your ancestor left something for you." The problem was that Aaron had not prepared anything yet.

A Sub-Heavenly Father