Nidavellir: How they make it

Golli took me into a large room where six other dwarves stood waiting for something. The room looked like a giant factory assembly line, but only with none of the machine arms working. Being the super kind and helpful dwarf that he is Golli simply pointed at the room and grunted.

"I'm assuming you want me to go in?" I asked, a look of annoyance on my face. Golli in return just nodded and promptly left, leaving me alone in the corridor.

I sighed, I knew for a fact that the dwarves were going to be stubborn, I would have to seek out the knowledge I desired while in here and at the same time try not to reveal too much of my own hand until I learn what I came for. It was going to be...difficult to say the least.

I had my suit transform into a set of black jeans and a muscle shirt before walking into the room with the others. The moment I stepped inside, they all turned towards me, a ripple of chatter going through them all.

I walked amongst them, noting just how...young they all looked. If I was to compare to them humans, they would barely be teenagers. Something told me I was in the beginners class.

"Ah, finally, you decide to join us little spider," came a loud rough voice from the front of the room. The others moved aside revealing an older looking dwarf standing before them all. He had a large grey beard with scars running down his hands. He wore an apron with heavy looking elves and the way he looked at me, well, I could tell we weren't going to be good friends.

"Sorry, got lost," I replied.

"Your going to have to speak up boy, I can barely hear you from down there," the old dwarf laughed, prompting the others to give nervous laughters in return. I sighed, ignoring the bait I waited for him to continue, the laughter soon died down and then the older dwarf began, taking on a serious glare.

"For those of you who don't know," he said sneering at me, "my name is Djain, I am the master smith incharge of the forge and the first master you will train under. I will teach you everything about the station we stand on, every pipe, valve and engine. Only when you have mastered every single area of this ship, will I even consider teaching you how to wield a hammer, is that understood?!"

"Yes sir!" the others replied, falling in line. It took me a while as I had to run instead of walk, but I soon joined in on the line up as well.

Djain looked down the line of fresh recruits, eyeing each one up. When he got to me, the serious look once again turned to one of amusement before he scoffed, "alright, let's begin. Can anyone tell me the exact nature of the station we stand on?"

"I can," I called out, only for him to ignore me, looking at everyone else. I sighed, "sir! I can!"

"Oh, so you can talk?" Dizain snorted, "alright small mouth, tell me, what exactly is this station?"

"On Midgard, it would be classified as a dyson sphere," I explained, "you built an energy containment field around the dwarf star, harnessing its power through the rings around it. With this heat and energy you can power both the station and your forges."

"Hm, dyson sphere eh? Stupid name for a station such as this, but then again what can you expect from monkeys who still live in stone buildings."

The others dwarves laughed properly at this one, great, not only were they prejudice, but also slightly racist. Joy.

"Today, we shall start from this room," Djain continued, marching back and forth, "pay attention for I won't repeat myself again." At this I activated my SA and had Sex lock onto the dwarves voice.

The speech was long, pointless, repetitive and above all else, boring. Essentially the room which we were all standing in was where the raw materials were brought in before forging. He then explained the function of each machine and it was at this point when I started to wonder if dwarves were always this dense, of he was just making things difficult for me.

Every single explanation he would repeat twice, many dwarves only then understanding. It took four hours for the dwarf to finish his explanation about the room and by then I was sure I knew more about this room than anyone else in the class as even now they still looked confused.

"Now then, that's it for today lads," Djain grunted, "go back to your homes and try to write down all the details I shared with you while it's still fresh in your memory. Until then, scram, meet back here tomorrow at the same time."

The dwarves looked relieved, smiling to themselves, they found the break a reflie, a sentiment I didn't share.

"Wait, that's it?" I called out, surprisingly Design and the others, "it's only been four hours! I thought you all operated on a 16 hour work day! Can't we just continue."

"Aye, 16 hours for the forges, but it's less when your are being taught the art. The four hours you just spent was filled with information you will need to know by-heart boy. You will be expected to know every single inch of this room before we move on. And I doubt you Midgardians can handle the little we have covered so far."

"Is that a joke?" I snorted, "you may have talked a lot, but what you mostly did was just repeat yourself."

"Oh really? Feeling confident are you lad? Well then tell me this, how do you turn that line on?" Djain asked, pointing to the service line to the corner of the room.

I snorted, but rather than just answer, I decided to show him. I levitated into the air, the causal showing of my limited psychic abilities stunned the younger dwarves, even Dizain was surprised, though he hide it well I could smell it off him.

I flew over to the controls to the assembly line and summoned two dwarf sized red fists made out of psionic energy. It was a little hard to focus, but using them I managed to turn the assembly line on, working on the terminal to set the an automatic function.

I turned to Design and smirked at his expression, "like I said, next?"

"What's going on here?" Eitri called out as he and several familiar faces walked into the room, "Djain, why is that line active? Are you showing a practical demonstration?"

"N-no Eitri," Djain looked at me with awe clearly displayed on his face, "he did."

The king's escorts looked surprised, which frankly confused me. I admit that the system was fairly complicated to be sure. It was the akin to using Linux back on Earth. But why they were looking at me as if I was a celestial come alive was beyond me.

I sighed, "whatever, look can we just move on? The faster this is done the soon I can move to forging."

Djain blinked, "I, I suppose-"

"-No," Eitri replied, "you are here to learn, you will learn our way. You cannot sabotage the education of the other students for your sake Spider. You will learn at the pace Dizain sets, or you will learn on your own. Is that understood?"

I eyed the dwarf, he glared right back. It was another hindrance they were throwing in my way to slow me down. Why, I would never know...but I didn't care. Nothing and no one would stand in my way.

"Fine," I replied, Eitri smiled, "I'll do it myself," I turned and headed to the door.

"Wait!" Eitri called out, I turned and the dwarf king narrowed his eyes.

"You said if I wanted I could do it on my own, yes?"

"Yes, you can do as you please...after you finish your lesson with us," Either turned to dwarves around him, "these our members of Dwarven council, come Spider, it is time to have you keep your end of the bargain."

I sighed, but nodded my head with regret, "fine, lead the way."

"Djain," Eitri nodded as he escorted me away, down another corridor into a room which resembles a Greek amphitheater. Eitri and his men took seats around me while I was guided to the center, looking over at them.

I turned to the wall behind me, searching it's surface, I realised it wasn't a plain board like I expected but some form of tech.

"Need help with the board Spider Genius?" one of the elder dwarves mocked.

"No, I got it," I replied, narrowing my eyes at the wall. My costume shimmered as my mask formed over my face, "Sexy, scan and help me out."

"On it," the AI replied as suddenly the internal schematics of the system came up on HUD. I smirked, the tech the dwarves used was amazing...but it was still designed around a user interface, one I could decoded and use.

"Alright, let's begin," I floated up to it's eye level as suddenly the holographic display board behind me came alive thanks to Sexy's hacking into the terminal, "now, just how familiar are you all with quantum physics?"

Five hours later:

I was being escorted back to my room by Goli, my every grumpy gaurd had nothing to say to me, barely even looked at my person. I didn't care, already used to his odddities. I had another problem on my mind however, and that was simply this: dwarves were fucking stupid.

No, that's not right. They weren't stupid, they were slow.

The best metamorph would probably be to say their minds were like metal. Hard to forge, but once done, incredibly rigid. Which also explained Dakin's actions. He repeated his instructions over and over again because his students would need said repetitions, but, as I found out when taking lessons for Eitri and his counselors, once a concept is understood fully, they won't be forgetting anytime soon.

It was going to be a difficult time here, not only were my fellow classmates slow, but the ones I had to teach were just as much so. I had to become a better teacher, make sure of the advances in technology to teach better, maybe create holographic examples before hand.

And then the matter of my slow teacher came up. I had to option of learning on my own and if the first step was to memorise this entire station, that's just what I would do. Sexy's tech could analyse the system they were using on here...but there was just one of her...unless I made more.

I would need raw material, I turned to Golli, "hey big guy, I need to find some raw material for a pet project of mine. You think you can help?"

"No," he replied.

"Come on dude, there must be some junk here and there that none of you use. Just give me...five minutes, that's all I'm asking," I pleaded.

The dwarf turned to me and grinned, "no."

"Alright...hey Golli, have you ever heard of vibranium?" the dwarf stopped walking, "it's rare...they say the only place one can find it is on Earth. Indestrubile. I once saw a shield made of the stuff cancel and push back the thunder Mjolner generated. And it came back with not a scratch on it."

The dwarf turned to me, "five minutes."

"Half and hour. It's the rarest substance in the universe, which no other dwarf if even aware off might I remind you."

Golli took a second before turning around and grunting, "follow."

I grinned, "jackpot."

Two hours later:

I was back in my room, the door was sealed shut as Golli locked me in for the night once more. The junk yard he took me too was massive, big enough to fit the whole of the Bronx inside of it and them some.

There were broken things and scrapped projects in there raw items like slag, parts of aged mechanisms and other sorts of materials that I couldn't possibly believe the dwarves had just thrown aside.

And in there I had Sexy scan everything and anything I could possibly use, in the end I took over an hour to grab what I needed for my project, it cost me two canisters of vibranium, but it was worth it.

I began first by separating the items, finding what I could use for my immediate project and what I could use for later. It took me the whole night, but by the end of it I had made a dozen micro camera drones that were connected to Sexy via my suit.

The drones were so small they resembled a fly from Midgard, meaning the dwarves won't even notice them or mistake them for dust particles.

The drones were designed to do one thing and one thing only, analyse every part of the ship, logging in their findings. If I had to learn every inch of this ship to progress, then that's exactly what I was going to do.

The next day:

Golli came to escort me to my first class of the day, he greeted me with a cheerful good morning like he always did, grunting his instructions across.

As he took me out I secretly released the drones I had constructed and sent them on their way, instructing them to come back to my room after 24 hours.

"So, Golli my buddy, did you find anything interesting with the metal I gave you?" I asked.

The dwarf narrowed his eyes, "yes...it's a vibration based conduction metal, very rare. I would say the value of a gram would go for at least a 1,000 credits. The name is different for every culture, most just agree to call it sonic-metal."

"Huh….vibranium is a much better name if you ask me."

"I didn't ask you," he grunted in response.

Soon I was back in the assembly room and Design and the other dwarves had already begun class. I watched as everyone of them took turns handling the assembly lines, setting up and inputting the terminals with ease.

This further proves my theory of the dwarves brain being like that of metal. Hard of forge, but once done, it was hard to break.

"Now, since we have all completed this room, we shall continue," Djain announced, "next will be the processing room."

"Just out of curiosity, how many room are there?" I asked.

The dwarf looked at me and grinned, "423. Not including each individual pipeline, valve and exhaust port that you will have to memorise."

I took in a sharp breath of air, if my calculations were correct, it would take me over two years to finish this class alone if they continued at this pace. And something told me Dizain knew this as the bastard had the audacity to laugh at my face as he lead us into the next room, this one for the first step of refinement.

It was a good thing he was busy explaining the room to the others, because otherwise he would have seen me crack a smile.

The reason was simple, as he was walking, I noted one of my drones floating in the middle of the room, going unnoticed by everyone else in there. It spun around, in five seconds it had scanned the whole room and uploaded the data into my suit before moving on to the next room.

As the others struggled to memories every single detail of this one room, my drones were collecting the schematics of the entire station, slowly drawing me a digital map of the dwarves forging station.

The next day:

"Your late!" Dizain cried out as I walked in the next day.

"Sorry, but I was up all night studying," I replied back with a smile, "I had to admit, this was probably the biggest challenge I have faced till date. The only one I can even compare it to would be the time I was trying to figure out interdimensional travel."

"I see," Djain gave off a cocky smile, "well now you understand the importance of going slower boy? Can I expect you to stop questioning everything I do?"

"Don't worry Djain," I smiled, "after today, you won't' have to worry about me ever again."

Design and the others looked surprised, "why? Are you quitting?' the dwarf asked in disbelief.

"No. I'm testing out. I request you question me about this ship so that I may move out of your class and onto the next master of this station," I declared.

The words seemed to send a shock into the systems of every single one of the dwarves in the room, Djain most of all. "W-what? It's only been two days boy! You haven't even seen the rest of the station and you believe you can test out?"

"Try me," I replied.

The younger dwarves began to whisper, all of them looking at me in awe. Dizain noticed this as the dwarves master snarled, "fine! Since you are such an expert then tell me about this room we now reside in!"

I looked around, the room overlooked the first step of the refinement process, serving as an overwatch took me a second to recall what my drones had found out and I began, "this room is dedicated to overwatching the material produced. The main terminal controls the quantity while the secondary and ternary control the chemical use and scan the change in chemical composition accordingly."

Djain narrowed his eyes, he walked over to the terminal and began pressing a few button causing a lump of metal to come onto the assembly line, "show me."

It took em ten seconds to have the mental refined and proper. But the end, the younger dwarves were looking at me with something akin to worship while Djain continued glaring.

"Tomorrow, I'll have your damn test ready boy. If you fail...you won't' ever question my teachings again, you will do what I say when I say and not try to learn ahead. I don't know how you know what you do...but I wont' have cheaters in my test."

I smiled, "I hope my next master is less of an asshole than you Djain." turns out he wasn't.

Four months later:

It took me four months of studying under these stubborn like stone fools before I was even deemed worthy to be taken serious.

The dwarven way of teaching was elegant, I had to admit. IT was slow as fuck, repetitive and dull at certain points. But the end results were...fascinating.

After passing out of Djain's class I was met with a pantheon of instructors that made it their sole reason in life to keep me from testing out of their portion as well. I read Eitri's mind during one of our lessons and learnt that the man was growing frustrated due to my progress and his own lack thereof, as such he had instructed my instructors to hold me back for as long as they could.

Needless to say I didn't give them the chance.

After learning about the station, my next challenge was to learn metallurgy. A long and boring subject which consisted of text books several gigabytes big. It took me a month to learn everything that was expected of me.

I tested out of that class and then moved on to the next. A class on tool maintenances. Another month there taught me everything about the dwarven tech. I had to admit, by this point I understood why the dwarves were so advanced.

My analogy of them being like metal held true. Their technology took eons to perfect, only because they were so rock solid on their foundations that they managed to tackle literally every single aspect of the metal before taking the next step.

If I was to give another example, I would say that dwarven tech was like a building with a wide base with a short top. Strong foundation, slow progress. Tech on Earth was the exact opposite, they hadn't explored every possible use for the tech at present, instead building ontowards to new heights with what they had on hand.

This was why Tony Stark's arc reactor was so different from dwarven tech. This was why they had still to understand fully what exactly lay in the quantum realm. They were slow, steady, but slow.

With the base concepts now familiar to me, I was deemed worthy of finally practising the skills I had learnt. I was escorted into the lower forging room by Goli, the room looked much like a factory like the rest of this place, this one however had individual work stations, over a hundred spread out over what looked like a city's worth of land.

There to greet me was Eitri himself along with another dwarf named Sooji, a female dwarf who was in charge of teaching beginners.

"What's with the royal greeting Eitri?" I asked the king.

"Coming to wish you luck Spider," the dwarf snorted, "I admit, you impressed me lad. Not many can go up against our stubbornness and find a way through. But you did. You took everything we had and passed it with ease….maybe there just might be some use in teaching you after all."

I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms, "and?"

"And...and I came to inform you that you will be not training under Sooji as planned."

"What?! Why?!"

"Because someone else has volunteered to take you on as his personal assistant," Eitri smiled as I gaped. I understood perfectly what the implications of what the king just said. Someone was willing to take me on as their apprentice, a dwarven apprentice and master was a bond shred that was closer than that of family's.

"W-who?" I asked in shock, never once in a hundred years believing that one of these stubborn headed fools was willing to take me under their wing.

Eitri grinned and motioned to the side with his head, pointing to a familiar face that was leaning by the door.

"Eoffren?" I asked in surprise.

The magical weapon specialist nodded as he approached us, "Spider."

"Y-you want to train me?" I asked in surprise.

"Indeed I do," the dwarf said with a pound grin on his face, "if I recall correctly you wished to learn how to make a weapon correct? Reforge your Uru blade into something worthy of the metal? I would be your best bet to do so, don't' you think?"

"Do I even have a choice?" I snorted, "you might be the only one on this whole station who wishes to have me on as an apprentice."

"Not so," Sooji said with a grunt, "you're actually quite popular amongst the masters Spider. There was a small bidding war to gain you as an apprentice, don't let these fools trick you, they all very much want to be the one to complete your training," she motioned around us and I realised for the first time every dwarf in that room was looking at me. When they realised they had been caught they quickly looked away, going back to work.

"Wait...what? A few months ago none of you wanted anything to do with me, why the sudden change?" I asked.

"A few months ago you were seen as an arrogant Midgardian who had no idea the depth of which he was getting into," Eoffren snorted, "now, you've proven yourself, completing classes which would have otherwise taken a decade for the average dwarf to learn. I won't trick you Spider, I won't lie. You are destined for great things...I can only wish to be a part of the journey to your destiny. That is...if you'll have me."

I smirked, "will you show me how to forging magical weapons?"

"I shall help you forge weapons to the best of your abilities," he said proudly.

"Anything you have under your belt I would recognize?" I asked.

"I helped forge Thor's hammer," he grinned.

"Oh...well then," I bowed, "master Eoffren, when shall begin?"

"Immediately. Follow me," Eoffren nodded to his king and Sooji as he took me away, leading me to the higher forges, where weapons on the magnitude such as Thor's hammer and Odin's spear were forged.

Eoffren took me to his private forge where he had several tools spread out all around the room. He had a planning table near the back with so many different types of tools and magical runes scattered all over it took even my mind a second to catch up.

"I will teach you all I know," Effren began as he tuner dot me, staring me down with a look of seriousness I had rarely seen on the suhally easy going dwarf, "I shall push you harder than ever before Spider. You will regret the day you agreed to become my disciple. I will break you and then reforge you. Again and again until you become something more. Something unbreakable. Do you understand?"

I nodded to the giant dwarf, "yes, I do."

"Good, then we begin first with the magical runes and sorcery," he moved to the massive shelf he had on hand and took out a large tome inside. He placed it on the table and motioned ot it, "I heard you are good at memorising. You have one day."

I grinned, jumping onto the table looking at my latest challenge, "give me six hours."

One month later:

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of my hammer forging the slab of radianum into the hilt of the weapon was loud and ringing. Every time the flat of my hammer pressed upon the metal, my enhanced hearing heard the way the impurities inside moved.

It was subtle, like the movement of gravel across marble. But I learnt to identify the sound quickly, using it to my advantage.

I quickly beat the metal in place, whispering into it the enchantments I had memorized. The treated radianum metal would serve as an energy source, the runes and spells I weaved into it worked perfectly.

Once the impurities had been flattered, I cool it down with a vacuum compression unit, preventing any more impurities from entering it. I then pressed my hand against the metal and closed my eyes, activating the one power that set me apart from every other forger in this entire station.

Magneto's abilities activated, my eyes turning blue as they did. I began forging the mental itnot he shape I wished. I turned over to the other completed parts laying on my table, all ready to be put in place. I levitated them into the air using my mind and brought them before me.

"Save, torum, facitha toreso ma fa, licum nessa toverta become!" the enchantment released a flash of energy as suddenly runes began to pour out of every single piece of metal I had before me. The words were a nordic script I learnt to understand. The words spread out like a spider web, mixing, connecting, joining together.

And then slowly, every single part flowed into one another until finally only one remained, the magical properties of each item melding together into one entity. The nordic rune melted back into the new device, I held out my hand and grabbed it, holding it tight.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Applause came from behind me, I turned to see Effren smiling down at me with an approving nod, "for your first original creation, you did well."

"Please Eoffren, we both know I did it perfectly," I smirked.

"No one likes an arrogant tool Spider," my master replied before turning his eyes to the item in my hand, "may I?"

I nodded, tossing it over to him. The dwarf looked it over from both side, though after a while finding nothing of note, "what exactly did you make here Spider?" he asked.

I smirked, holding out my hand I summoned it back to me. I held it up and clicked the button hidden on the handle. Suddenly the top of the metal rod exploded into light as a blade of blue light activated lighting up the room with a neon blue glow.

"It's something I remember from my home," I waved the blade around, displaying the way the object seemed to dancing across the air, almost if the blade wasn't really there, "it's called a lightsaber. Impossible to create with science. But with magic...well."

"What can it do?" the dwarf asked.

"It's core is comprised of radianum, a powerful energy source. Basically, if it's possible, I can cut anything I want with this thing," I smirked, waving the weapon around proudly.

"I see...but you do understand that such a weapon is also a hinderance yes? Why you could also cut yourself by mistake."

"I thought of that," I smiled, holding out my hand and swiping the blade through. Eoffren looked like he was about to cry out in shock, when he released my hand had come out without even a scratch.

"Is it intent based?" the dwarf asked.

"Very much so," I nodded, "it won't harm me or anyone else I don't' want it to. But, anything else," I picked up the hyper dense hammer that could shatter diamonds I had used and cut through it with my blade with ease, "like a hot knife through butter."

"Amazing. But what if an enemy take possession of your blade?"

"The blade vanishes the moment it's out of my hand," I replied, throwing the blade across the room, the blue blade vanishing the moment it was out of my hand. "Plus, I included the summoning charm you used for mjoneer into the handle," I held out my hand and the hilt returned to my hand in seconds, the blade once again coming alive the second I wrapped my head around it.

"Amazing...truly amazing," Eoffren replied in awe, "I dare say it's a fine craft I would say. Damn fine craft."

"I'm glad you think so," I smiled, tapping the base three times, whispering an incantation under my breath. Suddenly the hilt of the saber began to grow, becoming ten times its normal size. I threw the hilt through the air, Eoffren caught it with ease, only now instead of the blade vanishing on the touch of another, it stayed, much to the dwarf's awe.

"How?" he asked.

"Changed the ownership," I replied, looking proudly at my work, "it now recognizes you as it's master. Consider it a gift...from a student to his master," I bowed.

"Peter, this is...amazing!" Eoffren gushed, "I must show this to the others, they are going to have a field day with this right here!"

I nodded in understanding, "thank you Eoffren. Please, don't let me keep you, I have a few more things to take care of in my room, I'll see you tomorrow yes?"

The dwarf looked surprised, "really? It's early in the work day Spider, are you feeling alright?"

"I was up all night forging the weapon Eoffren, even I need a break now and again," I chuckled, summoning my tools and other times, putting them in the travelling bag I carried around, "night."

"Oh...well, goodnight Spider, we shall meet again tomorrow," the dwarf nodded, turning to leave, looking at the saber hilt I had given him in awe and wonder.

It was such a shame that I had to lie to him. Of all of the dwarves here, I think Effren and I probably got along well the most. I almost didn't want to leave...but it was time.

The moment Effren left, I turned back to the forge and waved my hand over my work table. The empty table shimmered as slowly, taking its place, was a cluttered and messy table with several tools on top of it and sitting there in the middle of the mess, was my true masterpiece.

The lightsaber was a parlor trick, hot and heavy, strong, yes, but when you live in a world of Gods, demons, magic and a whole lot of shit, it was nothing. It could cut through practically anything, but it in itself was fragile.

But this? This right here was the true sign of my genius….I realise now that I tend to monologue in my head like a crazy super villain. Needless to say spending so much time in isolation was bad for anyone.

The weapon was made out of uru reforged from the Ebony Blade itself. It took me a while, I won't lie, undoing the charms Merlin himself weaved into it was hard, but manageable with dwarven techniques.

The weapon was now a mixture of the uru from the blade and some of the vibranium I had on hand. It was made to look like a saber, the black handle was rounded and a half-hand hold, the cross gaurd was a simple cut with nordic runes inscribed into it.

The blade was straight but cut slanting like a razor. It was uru grey with a hint of vibranium blue running down the sharpened edges. The mixture of the two metals took a lot of trial and error to get right, most often it didn't work, I ended up wasting a lot of the Ebony Blade in this process, but in the end, I perfected the art.

This alloy was something else, not proto-adamantium, no it was far to advanced for that. With the magical qualities of uru and the energy distribution capabilities of vibranium, it was something the universe had never seen before.

So I named it: Patick. Not Patrick, Patick.

The runes I had used to make the blade useable in only my hands. Much like the charm Odin used on Thor's hammer, only this time only I could wield it's true power.

And this thing was going to help me win against the Phoenix.

I picked the blade up and immediately it began to glow, the runes running down the blade's core glowed blue before turning a shade of red similar to my magical aura. I smiled, I could feel it's power.

I snapped my fingers and the blade folded in on itself, vanishing from this reality. If there was one field of magic I was skilled at, it was spatial manipulation.

I snapped my fingers again, with the intent of summoning and blade, and just like I designed, the blade appeared before me once more. I couldn't help but smile, it was perfect.

I snapped my blade away and quickly made my way back to my room, ignoring the looks I was receiving from those around me. The days of me being an outcast were long over, by now I was heralded as Eoffren's prodigy, his successor in all but name. The dwarves respected me..which was why it was time for me to leave.

Six months was long enough. The date of my departure was soon, but I doubt after revealing to them my skills in the art of crafting the dwarves would ever let me go without a fight. Which was why I planned to leave before they noticed.

I had kept my end of the deal, teaching them how to make UMF suits. The fact that any suit they produced was poorly made was not my fault. It was something they would eventually figure out on their own with their brilliance, I'm sure. But it didn't matter, because I had kept my end of the bargain.

I opened the door to my room and closed it behind me. "Exodus, Phase 2 activate."

The lights to my room suddenly came alive, the various machinery and forging material I had lying around vanished, they were an illusion I had in place in case someone came snooping around, and in their place came a triangular ship three people wide and twenty feet long.

The ship was painted red and black with the Avenger's logo painted onto the side. On its sides were aeroplane like wings, it even had a fin on it's top. The back however had an exhaust that could withstand a nuclear explosion covering the whole area.

The windows were tinted, the front of the ship was one single triangular sheet of glass. I walked up to the ship's side, it's name spray painted near the back thrusters, 'Liberty'. Cheesy name, I know, but it fit.

I walked up to the ship's side door, it opened up automatically and I walked in, the inside of the ship revealing itself to be twenty times larger than the outside. Like I said, I was the Sorcerer Supreme of special augmentation.

So I took the same concept I applied on my bags of infinite storage and applied it to a small one man short travel space ship I found in the Dwarf's junk pile. It took me two week to fix it up and put in my alterations, but the end result was a space worthy ship with enough space and resources for a team of twenty to survive on for a year.

To the front was the pilot and copilot seat, the only part of the ship that had windows looking out to space. Then came the navigation and central command, behind which were the general quarters, my lab, a kitchen, the engine room and a training room.

"Sexy?" I called out.

"The Liberty is full functional and ready for your command Peter," came the AI's reply from the ship's main system.

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's get out of here," I replied, taking the captain's seat and strapping in.

Slowly the ship's engines began to hum to life, the ship raised itself up into the air, the jail broken engine I had active in the back working smooth as butter.

A holographic keyboard came up before me as I quickly began typing away, remotely opening my room doors. The ship then flew through said doors, their massive dwarf sized opening more than big enough for the small-yet-large ship.

I made my way to the main forge room, slowly gaining more and more attention as I went. I soon came into the room where the best of the best worked, I looked down and saw Eitri and Eoffreen looking up at me in confusion, they couldn't see me through the one way mirror.

I muttered a quick apology as I took the ship out through the force field surrounding the station, escaping out of Nidavellir without anyone having the chance to stop me.

"Set course for Earth Sexy," I called out and I checked into the navigation systems. It took awhile for me to adapt the technology into something I could use and understand. And while I was no space genius, figuring out a star chart was simple enough.

"Setting course. Estimated time of arrival, 21 hours," the AI's voice came out, "using the Yggdrasil hyperlane for maximum speed."

"Good," I replied, unbuckling myself from my seat, "notify me if anything changes." I moved to the back of my ship, stepping into my lab which was set up just as I always did.

I snapped my fingers and summoned my greatest creation to date. I then double tapped my chest piece, the Infinity core opened up, releasing the Mind Stone from inside.

"Sexy, convert the Infinity core back to a standard reactor core," I ordered as the core slowly came back alive and locked back in. I held the Mind Stone up and slowly brought it towards my saber.

Tink!

That was the sound of the stone hitting the middle of the blade's crossguard. I slowly pushed the stone and the metal reacted to the foreign entity, the magical properties of the blade activated and slowly absorbed the stone into the middle of the crossguard.

The moment the Mind Stone was locked into the blade, a pulse of energy from the stone seeped into the blade as the Patick metal began to mimic and enhance the Infinity stone power and range.

I was curious, could the Phoenix beat Infifty? I was curious to find out. I snapped my fingers and dismissed the blade, turning now to the second part of my plan.

I walked over to vibranium based healing table and picked up the radiation gas mask on my terminal. I had figured out Thor's blood a few weeks ago. It was one of the most intense fields of research I had ever dealt with, having to alter the radiation formula several time for it to even work, but in the end, I did it.

Without a second though I gassed myself and layed down at the table. I took long deep breaths as slowly I fell unconscious knowing that when I woke up...everything was going to change.