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The feast that night was truly extravagant—plates piled high with fresh fruits, sizzling barbecued meats, warm breads, and more delicacies than one could count.
The food was incredibly rich and hearty, a feast fit for warriors and royalty alike.
For Bella, it was pure bliss.
Though she could survive for days without eating, relying solely on the magical energy circulating through her body to sustain her physical functions, old habits were hard to break.
Besides, Bella enjoyed the pleasures of eating. The vibrant flavors and textures were something magic could never replicate, and tonight, she couldn't resist the temptation.
As the undisputed hero who had helped save Asgard from the Giants of Jotunheim, Bella was given a seat of honor at the long banquet table—right alongside Thor and Loki.
Normally, such seats were reserved only for the royal family, a testament to how highly Asgard regarded her contributions.
Thor himself presided over the banquet, proudly taking center stage as the future king. Queen Frigga attended as well but remained seated to the side, deliberately allowing Thor to build prestige and authority among the warriors of Asgard.
Even as he sat in the highest position, Frigga's supportive but silent presence nearby showed the court's faith in Thor's leadership.
Thor was in his element, lifting a massive goblet of mead and laughing heartily as he drank with Asgard's warriors.
Cheers erupted across the hall.
The atmosphere was infectious: young warriors invited beautiful shieldmaidens to dance, friends clashed goblets in boisterous toasts, and the flames of the great hearth cast flickering shadows that made the golden halls feel alive.
Of course, it wasn't as if Bella's presence went unnoticed.
Several young, slightly drunken warriors had their eyes on her, hoping to impress the brave outsider who had fought alongside their prince.
Some, emboldened by wine, even approached her, attempting to ask her for a dance, oblivious to the sharp glances Loki occasionally shot their way.
Unfortunately for them, Bella had little interest in male company.
In fact, it was the fierce Asgardian women who caught her eye—especially the striking warrior Sif.
The warriors who faced polite rejection were slightly disheartened, but true to Asgardian spirit, they didn't dwell on it.
With a hearty laugh or a shrug, they returned to their friends, diving back into the festivities.
The night grew warmer, the music louder, and the hall brighter with laughter and song.
Even Bella, who was usually cautious with alcohol, found herself drinking more than usual.
Her cheeks flushed a soft pink as she enjoyed the lively atmosphere, the sweet mead, and the delicious food.
Loki, when not playing tricks or causing mischief, was every inch the elegant and quiet prince.
Thor, meanwhile, made no distinction between himself and his fellow warriors, drinking, wrestling, and singing with them without a trace of arrogance.
Queen Frigga spent most of the evening speaking with Bella, her expression kind and curious.
"What do you think of Asgard?" Frigga asked warmly as she refilled Bella's goblet.
"It's beautiful," Bella replied honestly. "Everything here feels so strange, but also...wonderful."
Frigga's smile deepened, her gaze thoughtful. "And compared to Midgard—your Earth?"
Bella thought carefully before answering. "Each has its own beauty... its own strengths."
Frigga chuckled softly but didn't press further.
Bella frowned slightly.
Was the Queen trying to sound her out?
Did she view Bella as a potential future daughter-in-law?
The thought made Bella a little uneasy, but she pushed it aside.
Tonight was a night for celebration.
As the banquet drew to a close, the revelry slowly faded, leaving behind only laughter echoing in the grand halls and the pleasant exhaustion of satisfied guests.
Bella, too, was content.
The food was truly exquisite, satisfying even her discerning palate.
Her hearty appetite surprised many, including Frigga and Loki, though neither seemed to mind.
In fact, Frigga seemed even more delighted—perhaps believing that a healthy appetite was a sign of vitality and strength.
That night, Bella was shown to her chambers in the royal palace.
The room was a stunning example of Asgardian design—Nordic-style architecture, walls adorned with intricate murals, bright candles casting a soft glow, and thick, heavy red curtains framing the tall windows.
From the balcony, she could see the magnificent nightscape of Asgard: glowing lights, distant mountains, and the shimmering golden palace spires under the stars.
Bella fell asleep quickly and slept better than she had in a long time.
The next morning, after a hearty breakfast, she made her way to the throne room.
Two rows of golden-armored guards stood solemnly on either side of the grand entrance, their spears gleaming under the light.
As Bella approached, she noticed that Thor, Loki, and several others were already assembled inside, standing formally in their places.
Frigga sat upon the throne, her demeanor solemn but welcoming.
Bella immediately sensed that something important was about to happen.
"Goddess of Judgment," Frigga's voice rang through the grand hall, calm but powerful.
"You have rendered great service to Asgard by aiding us in our victory against the Giants of Jotunheim.
Asgard will forever honor its friendship with you.
Should you have need of anything in the future, Asgard will stand beside you."
All eyes turned to Bella.
Yet despite the grandeur of the moment, her expression remained composed and steady.
She accepted the honor without arrogance, treating it as a solemn promise rather than a personal trophy.
Frigga's eyes gleamed with admiration at Bella's humility.
"The craftsmanship of your vehicle is impressive," Frigga continued with a small smile. "However, it is still far from the mastery of our Dwarven smiths."
She paused, then added meaningfully, "I hear from Loki that you lack a proper weapon."
Bella remained silent, waiting for the queen to continue.
"Asgard will commission the Dwarf King himself to forge a weapon and armor for you," Frigga declared.
A gasp rippled through the room.
Even Thor and Loki looked stunned, and the warriors nearby, including Lady Sif, wore expressions of disbelief.
The Dwarf King was no ordinary blacksmith.
He was a legendary figure, the greatest craftsman of the Dwarven realms.
It was he who had forged Mjolnir, Thor's mighty hammer, from the heart of a dying star.
For Asgard to grant such a boon to an outsider was almost unheard of.
Even Bella, who had suspected that some reward was coming, was momentarily taken aback.
Seeing the Queen's kind, approving gaze, Bella finally stepped forward and bowed slightly.
"Thank you, Queen Frigga," she said sincerely. "Indeed, I am in need of a weapon."
Frigga smiled gently. "Tell Volstagg your specifications. He will relay them to the Dwarf King."
"I understand," Bella replied.
"And," Frigga added, "if there is anything else you desire, now is the time to speak."
Bella hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"There is one more thing.
I would like to study Asgardian language and enchanting magic."
Frigga blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting such a scholarly request.
But after a brief pause, she nodded approvingly.
"Granted."
Bella felt a surge of excitement.
All her goals had been achieved — not just weapons and armor, but also knowledge.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," she said again.
Time passed quickly after that.
Bella remained in Asgard for many weeks.
During that time, the Dwarf King personally oversaw the forging of her new gear.
The weapon—a magnificent sword—was crafted from the core of a collapsing planet, while its hilt was fashioned from a branch of the World Tree itself.
Her armor was made of Uru Gold, a material that balanced strength and flexibility perfectly.
Both the sword and the armor were enchanted with additional abilities, imbuing Bella with enhanced power.
When she finally received them, she was more than satisfied—the craftsmanship was beyond anything she had ever seen.
But she didn't waste any time basking in glory.
Bella threw herself into her studies, learning the Asgardian language with incredible speed.
In addition, she absorbed Asgardian enchanting spells and magic under Frigga's personal tutelage.
It was an intense, almost overwhelming experience, reminding her of the frantic pace of university studies back on Earth.
But her superhuman intellect allowed her to grasp complex magical principles with ease, much to the astonishment of her Asgardian teachers.
In just a few days, she had mastered several practical spells that would take an ordinary mage months to learn.
Frigga, usually reserved in her praise, couldn't help but call Bella a true genius.
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