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I signed an alliance with Asgard, and like with the Ancient One, similar notifications appeared, telling me I was now on a formal alliance with Asgard.

Astoundingly enough, Odin was waiting for me the moment I went to offer him the 'formal' alliance, not only ready to sign but with a mountain of books, books I needed, he either saw I would come with his future vision, or the Ancient One told him.

Either way, I left Asgard full of books, and with a new formal alliance in place.

However, I soon found some difficulties so to speak.

Difficulties, I expected, I won't lie, but not to this magnitude.

For example, the easiest golem to craft required, [Magical Crafting LV 50]

Now, normally this would be no problem, skills are easy to farm, but this particular skill took a shit ton of time to level up. And that wasn't even counting that I wanted to make this an automated system.

I wanted a factory producing golems at all times.

But for that, I needed an even higher level of crafting, according to the books, [Magical Crafting LV 200]

Once I reached that level, I would be able to craft every single golem from the books I had gathered from both Asgard and Earth.

It would most definitely be a bother, but I had no other choice if I wanted to have my own personal army to fight the threats that are to come.

So, I started to farm.

I had to craft millions of items I had no need of to get there, right now to level up, I was crafting a low-tier magical hammer that it was comically used to craft stuff, and it had taken me one thousand hammers to level up the skill once.

I saved the hammers, who knows, perhaps they could be of use one day.

For days, I did nothing but craft, with the eventual pause here and there to buy materials so that I could continue crafting, it was a vicious cycle, one that by my calculations would take me about one month to level up the skill to level 50.

Apparently, leveling up crafting-related skills was even harder than leveling up.

It was during week two when I had finally reached [Magical Crafting LV 25] that I thought, who were the best in crafting? I mean, most of the books Asgard had given me came from a single place, Nidavellir, so perhaps they had a way to fasten this process before I fill an entire dimension with gift shop items.

"Time to go back to Asgard," I said, cracking my neck, I needed a break, crafting one hundred thousand hammers was a tiring endeavor, boring, and tiring.

Opening a portal to Asgard, I stepped into the portal, only to be tackled by Thor.

"Brother, you came!" Thor beamed, he was like a dog, like a big powerful dog that can control lightning, Thor the Golden Retriever of Thunder?

"Yes, I did, how did you know where I was going to open my portal?" I asked pushing Thor off me.

"A mighty brother knows!" Thor answered, not really answering my question.

"Ok," I snorted, "Is your dad available?" 

"He is," Thor nodded with a wide smile. "Let us walk together to Odin's hall!"

I said nothing and followed the God of Thunder until Sif intercepted us.

"Alex," Sif smiled, giving me a hug. "I was starting to think you didn't want to come back here anymore," she teased and I laughed.

"No, never, I just have a lot to do," I replied.

"A man of duty, respectable," Sif smiled once again before she turned and started to talk away, swaying her hips a bit more than usual, "If you need any help training, let me know!" she added, walking out of sight.

"Don't worry Sif, he has me, the mightiest warrior there is, if he needs help training, I shall as his brother help him!" Thor shouted for Sif to hear, oblivious she was flirting with me.

"So, Odin?" I reminded the young god.

"Right, follow me, brother," Thor nodded, once again resuming our walk.

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At Odin's office, or solar, not sure what is the correct term for the office of a somewhat medieval futuristic king, I was greeted by the sight of Odin and Frigga sharing an intimate moment, thankfully for me and Thor's sake, they were only kissing.

Needless to say, this would be the last time I allowed Thor to open a door, he never knocks.

I could've seen Odin naked, and that is a fate I do not want to live.

"Alex," Odin greeted, clearing his throat, and Frigga giggled.

"Odin," I greeted back.

"Thor!" Thor added with a smile.

"What are you doing here?" Odin asked with an annoyed look, all while I gave him a look that said, I am so sorry, your son said you were available, I did not want to cockblock you.

"I want to go to Nidavellir," I replied.

"Why?" Frigga asked with a curious look.

"I want to learn more about crafting, and well… what best place than Nidavellir to do so?" I replied.

"Say no more brother! I shall take you!" Thor declared with a smile, giving a one-armed hug.

"There you go, now leave," Odin said.

"Just like that, huh, thanks," I smiled at Odin.

"He's the crowned prince of Asgard, he can take you anywhere you want, you do not need my permission for such thing," Odin sighed, "Now go, and for things like things, bother Thor, he bothers me all day saying how mighty you are."

"Well, he is!" Thor shot back with a smile, grabbing me by the shoulders and showing me off to Odin.

"Thor, this is humiliating, and if you don't stop I will burn your silky hair," I growled, how dare he, moving me like a fucking trophy.

"Ah, my hair," Thor gasped, immediately dropping me, "I shan't allow such a thing!" 

"Shan't my ass, don't do that again, I am not a chihuahua you show to others!" I barked, hiding my clear amusement, I wasn't truly angry, but I still had to defend my honor.

"I don't know about chihuahuas or such, but if there are like you, then they are worthy of being shown!" Thor nodded to himself. 

"LEAVE! NOW!" Odin barked, as Frigga giggled, which in turn made us run out of the room, Odin was not a man you wanted to blue ball.