Chapter 259: C251
Evenings in Asgard are unlike any other.
As on Earth, Asgard has day and night, but both are significantly longer. At night, the Asgardian sky transforms into a breathtaking tapestry of stars, each shining brilliantly in the vast expanse.
At the heart of magnificent Asgard stands a grand venue, built specifically to celebrate the victories of its warriors. True to Asgardian style, if one carnival feast wasn't enough, they'd simply hold another.
The venue differs greatly from the extravagant fairy palaces of Asgard. There are both indoor and open-air spaces. The indoor area resembles a luxurious Earth hotel, opulent and refined. In contrast, the open-air venue is raw and vibrant, with rows of stone tables and benches stretching far enough to accommodate tens of thousands.
Tonight, the carnival was in full swing. The occasion? Honoring Wanda and Natasha. Originally, they were to celebrate indoors, but Thor, ever the boisterous host, opted for the open-air venue, insisting it was more fitting for true warriors.
The atmosphere was lively and rowdy. Asgardian warriors, rough and unrestrained, devoured meat and guzzled ale, their raucous laughter echoing through the night. Male and female warriors alike flaunted their wild sides.
The female warriors, clad in metallic bras that accentuated their defined abdominal muscles, were as bold as their male counterparts. Many engaged in drinking contests, arm-wrestling matches, or lively flirtations, creating an energy that was as raw as it was exciting.
Natasha, Wanda, and their companions found the atmosphere charming. The boys, in particular, were a hit, quickly finding themselves surrounded by Asgardian female warriors, who admired their strength and seemed eager for a "battle" of their own.
Sergei and Pietro, unsurprisingly, embraced the attention. Their superhuman physiques and boundless energy made them natural matches for the Asgardians, and their long years of rigorous training on Earth had left little room for relationships—until now.