Chapter 39

Weddings are boring. That is a universal opinion, I would say it's a fact, but there are probably people with threateningly low intelligence who think the opposite. You have to waste hours of your day and pretend to be happy for someone, or sometimes you don't. This time I was at least moderately happy for the groom. why? because it's my brother's wedding. It doesn't make it less boring though.

Usually, I would look smug because I slept with the bride while the couple was in a relationship, but since it's someone I grew up with, I won't be too much of a dick. The king finally got himself a queen.

I am surprised their relationship lasted so long, to be honest. Since Thor isn't the most faithful person, sure he isn't Zeus level but still, he sometimes beds random women when drunk and poor little Sif is too in love to care for long.

"Congratulations, brother. I never would have thought that you would have gotten hitched. Guess being king gifted you with a few extra positive traits."

"Thanks, brother. Although I would rescind that claim of being king. It's so restricting, I wish father could have forced you to take the position." Thor said.

"Nope. I am way too young to turn my lifestyle into a stressful mess. When you will be busy with paperwork, just know that I will be enjoying my time in hedonistic bliss."

"I really want to summon Mjolnir to bash your head in because you're bragging. I am not supposed to become sad at my wedding."

"Oh, I have a wedding gift by the way," I say as I hand him a flask. "This elixir not only increases the lifespan of a person, but heals as well. Unfortunately, it can't heal Magni. Usually, the power stone wouldn't have stopped the healing process, but the wielder somehow managed to use it in a corruptive manner. I would love to pick his mind about it."

I created the elixir quite a while ago and have already given a dose to my mother, without her knowing though since I am afraid she will say no. I honestly don't understand people who don't use easy life-extending methods. If you want to die later, just kill yourself. Don't stubbornly refuse it because of pride.

"You have no need to give me such a precious gift, but I know if I refuse you would go on about how with your genius you could easily create more."

"Wow, you make it sound like I have an ego," I say in a mock offended tone.

" I don't believe I am incorrect though," Thor says.

"Well, you have an ego too. It is expected from a prince or king though. Just as it is expected of someone this close to perfection to be egoistic" I say as I point to myself. I sigh for a moment before talking. "I am gonna miss the good days where I could just send you on my errands around the nine realms, or our little adventures on random planets."

" It's not like we can't go. We would just have to be sneaky about it."

"You are suggesting the stealthy option. Who are you and what did you do with Thor." I joke. " Seriously though, congratulations."

"Maybe you take inspiration from me and marry your elven beauty." Thor suggested.

"And be king? Never. I am too adventurous to do a job for thousands of years. I will wait until Aelsa dumps the position on Elsa's lap before even thinking about such things. I fear no man but responsibility, that concept scares me. Why do you think that there aren't more little Lokis running around?"

I spent more time chatting with Thor before going to the mead dispenser. It's not a proper Asgardian wedding if everyone isn't drunk by the end of the night. The night ended when I used the Omnitrix to summon a Lovecraftian outer god type creature I personally created.

It tried eating people, but luckily the king and I were on duty. I gave the command to stop, but let's just say a few Asgardians are going to have nightmares for a few days. It is for reasons like these that I only drink on special occasions. I am already a wreck with my full inhibitions, but with alcohol whisking that away, I am frankly a nightmare.

When I got home, I thought it would be prudent to rest the next few days. My newest hobby is game designing, so that is what I spent my time on when I wasn't balls deep in Hela.

Oracle handles the coding, while I do the 3d modelling of characters and the environment. Art was always calming, and using that to create what was one of the best things that was ever created, videogames, is just plain satisfying.

I recently released a free open-source game engine, and 3d modelling software. It's not nearly as good as mine, but still better than what they have come up with. Some people would think that it is a dumb business move and I can agree with that, but I welcome the competition. If they make good games, I get to enjoy myself playing the good games. I win no matter what, I don't care about the money, I care about the entertainment.

I am already busying myself with the creation of the last of us, and God Of War 4. I just do the story and 3d modelling. The games for me were quite enjoyable but that is not to say they are perfect. I want to add a co-op mode since the games have their sidekicks who are with them most of the time.

As a cultured person who prefers using a pc, I will spite PlayStation by not selling the game on their platforms. See how they like it, maybe I am still salty because of me having to play games on a console that could only support 60 fps.

The games won't take too long, since I have motherfucking clones and the ability to shapeshift, so I am not lacking actors, and I have an AI who could do more programming in a minute than what an expert coder could do in a week. I am basically living life on cheat mode at this point.

While contently working on the game, oracle notified me. "Sir, Tony Stark has been found."

I just smile at the news of my favourite superheroes getting ready to take the leap into that foolish self-sacrificing business of theirs.

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