"Bloodline. Potential. I want the capacity… to reach the level of a God-King."
In the Marvel universe, the Skyfather tier—was a clear dividing line.
Above that?
Entities like Eternity and Infinity.
Beings whose appearance usually meant the universe itself was on the brink of collapse… or reset.
Below that?
Chaos.
Schemes.
Madmen trying to reshape reality.
The most infamous examples?
Thanos.
Loki.
Two absolute troublemakers.
And notably—
Thanos wasn't even at the Skyfather level.
He couldn't defeat Odin.
Which meant—
If Peter could reach that level…
He could literally tear the purple warlord apart.
Turn him into mashed potatoes.
Or rip off that ridiculous chin and make it into a coconut bowl.
"As you wish."
The voice responded.
Mjolnir, resting upon the altar, suddenly trembled violently—as if sensing its fate.
But resistance was futile.
A ripple passed through space—
And in the next instant—
The hammer vanished.
Completely.
Gone.
…
At the same time—
A strange power surged into Peter's body.
Something deeper than energy.
Something… fundamental.
A mysterious essence merged into his bloodline.
If a Skyfather-level being had been present, they would recognize it instantly—
Law.
Or more precisely—
Divine Law Imprint.
The very foundation of what made gods… gods.
The greatest inheritance they passed down through their bloodlines.
…
The next moment—
Peter returned to reality.
He had just completed another sacrifice and was about to examine the changes within himself—
When suddenly—
A beam of radiant, multicolored light descended from the heavens.
Interrupting everything.
"The Bifrost…"
Peter looked up calmly at the magnificent sight.
He already knew—
Who was coming.
The rainbow light faded.
And from within—
Stepped an old man.
Clad in golden armor.
Radiating authority.
His white hair flowed, yet his presence was anything but frail.
In his hand—
A golden spear.
His body might have aged…
But his power?
Was unquestionable.
After all—
This was a being capable of crushing Thanos.
Anyone who underestimated him…
Was asking to die.
"Odin."
His eyepatch concealed the void where one eye once was.
His gaze swept across the battlefield.
First—
Thor.
Barely alive.
Then—
The Destroyer.
Missing nearly a quarter of its structure.
And finally—
Peter.
"Midgardian."
Odin raised Gungnir slightly, its tip pointing directly at Peter's chest.
Instantly—
A crushing sense of danger flooded Peter's mind.
"Where is Mjolnir?"
"Return it. That is not something you are meant to wield."
Mjolnir was more than a weapon.
It was an heirloom.
A symbol of kingship.
A divine weapon meant for Thor's ascension as the future King of Asgard.
And yet—
Odin could no longer sense it.
At all.
Even more troubling—
The human before him, who had clearly wielded it…
Showed no trace of its existence.
"I don't know."
Peter met his gaze without flinching.
"And stop pointing that spear at me."
"I've heard of Gungnir—the Spear of the Heavens."
"But if this is how Asgard behaves…"
"I might start thinking your people are cowards."
"Lose to the young… and send in the old."
BOOM!
Gungnir struck the ground.
A deep, resonant sound echoed across the land, carrying immense authority.
"How dare you insult Asgard."
Odin's voice was calm—
But filled with power.
"Thor's failure… will be redeemed by himself."
"As for you, Midgardian…"
"Heimdall will be watching."
Odin's gaze lingered on Peter.
Because just moments ago—
He had noticed something strange.
A trace of divinity.
On this human.
And yet—
Even with all his power…
He could not trace Mjolnir.
Not to Peter.
Not to anywhere.
Even the Sorcerer Supreme—
Even Ancient One—
Would not be able to conceal the hammer from him.
And yet—
It was gone.
But Thor…
Was still alive.
And that meant—
His path remained his own.
A king must rise through his own trials.
Not be carried by his father.
As Odin finished speaking—
The world shifted.
The Destroyer moved on its own, walking forward to lift Thor's broken body.
A gentle wind swept across the battlefield.
In the distance, among the ruins—
Several armored figures were brought forward.
The Warriors Three.
Lady Sif.
All assembled.
The Bifrost descended once more.
Light enveloped them.
And just as quickly as he had come—
Odin…
Was gone.
The sky returned to silence.
And Peter—
Smiled.
A satisfied, almost triumphant smile.
He had done it.
From the moment he heard about New Mexico—
This had all been a calculated move.
Follow Tony.
Enter the battlefield.
Exploit Loki's attack.
Crush Thor.
Force him into unconsciousness.
And finally—
Take Mjolnir.
All according to plan.
"Now the real question is…"
"What kind of potential did I just get?"
Peter flexed his fingers slightly, feeling the subtle changes within.
Then muttered—
"…Just don't let it be magic talent."
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