Chapter 129: Nidavellir II
Dave met Eitri's gaze without hesitation. "To protect," he said simply, his voice steady and resolute.
Eitri studied him for a moment longer, then nodded. "Good enough reason," he said, his tone lighter. "I can forge such a sword, but it will take time—and precision unlike anything I've attempted before."
Thor, who had been observing silently, stepped forward and placed a battered relic onto the table. It was none other than the shattered remnants of Mjölnir. "While you're at it, can you fix this?" Thor asked, a faint smile on his lips.
Eitri's brow furrowed as he picked up a piece of the once-mighty hammer. He turned it over in his hands, the scars of its destruction evident in the jagged edges. "I wonder what you've been doing to end up with Mjölnir in this state," he mused aloud.
Thor glanced at Dave and grinned sheepishly. "Let's just say I met a mighty warrior."
Dave shrugged nonchalantly, adding, "To be fair, it wasn't entirely his fault."
Eitri sighed, shaking his head as he set the fragments down. "Well, if it's with me, it's possible to fix it—and perhaps even upgrade it."
Thor's eyes lit up at the prospect. "Upgrade, you say? I like the sound of that."
Eitri picked up the chest of materials Dave had brought, hefting it with ease despite its weight. "Don't worry. I'll ensure both projects are completed to the highest standards. But remember—true power lies not in the weapon itself, but in the hands of its wielder."
With that, the dwarf turned and walked deeper into the forge, his mind already racing with designs and possibilities for both the sword and the hammer. Dave and Thor exchanged a glance, their anticipation growing as the work began.
"Let's wait until he's done," Thor said as he took a seat nearby.