"Buddy, don't look so miserable. Come on, get used to the Bifrost with me!"
Heisenberg didn't care in the slightest about Drogon's resistance to being renamed. He directly started calling the dragon by his new name.
At the same time, he lightly patted the dragon's neck, and the light of the Bifrost crashed down in an instant.
Experiencing the Bifrost for the first time, Drogon rolled around twice in discomfort within the rainbow light. He was still trembling a little when he landed.
Did you think he was wobbling because he was dizzy?
How could that be!
He had gotten scared again...
When the thick Bifrost blazed before the gates of Asgard, countless warriors immediately looked over.
The Einherjar's eyes flickered with ghostly fire, while the Berserkers held Berserker Battle Spears in their hands...
The chickenhearted Drogon's tail immediately began to shake when he saw those warriors.
But he had his own solution. He quickly turned around and displayed Heisenberg, who was sitting on his back, to the countless warriors.
And so, Heisenberg sat at the base of his neck, rolling his eyes as Drogon shook him... back and forth...
Heisenberg kicked Drogon irritably and leaped down from the dragon's back.
"It's His Majesty!"
"What is that...? There are actually dragons left in the Nine Realms?"
"A precious creature! Hurry up and pen it in. How many years has it been since we last saw a dragon?"
"It's fire-elemental, and not just any fire-elemental one either. Look at his wings!"
"He smells like Muspelheim. Did His Majesty kill Surtur?"
"That would be normal. No matter which His Majesty it is, they always have to fight Surtur at least once!"
The Berserkers were delighted. Because of the dragon Heisenberg had brought back, they could finally escape Hela's harsh training for a