Chapter 258: Celeberation
As the Dark Elves' invasion was over before it even began, Odin invited Dave and his group to an Asgardian-style celebration.
The grand feast was held in the golden halls of Asgard, lit with floating lanterns and enchanted fire. Music filled the air, and warriors, nobles, and citizens alike danced and drank in celebration. Long tables overflowed with food and mead, laughter echoing through the great hall.
Thor, Frigga, Odin, Dave, and his companions sat together at the high table, looking down at the festivities with relaxed smiles.
The golden glow of the great hall bathed everything in warmth as the celebration roared on. Valkyries clinked mugs with Einherjar, children danced around pillars of light, and musicians played strings of celestial tone. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meat, sweet mead, and magic.
At the high table, Dave leaned back in his ornate chair carved from Asgardian oak, a goblet of shimmering wine in his hand. Thor sat beside him, already halfway through a massive roasted boar leg, laughing heartily between bites.
Frigga sat gracefully, watching the crowd with soft pride, while Odin, though stoic as ever, wore a rare smile as he observed the joy around him. His one eye occasionally turned toward Dave, clearly contemplative.
"You've brought quite the storm with you," Odin finally said, raising his goblet slightly toward Dave. "The Dark Elves' invasion was turned to ash before my spear ever left its stand."
Dave gave a modest shrug, sipping his drink. "Can't take all the credit. Emma and Trish got impatient and wiped the floor with them."
Frigga chuckled softly. "Then I'm glad they were impatient. Asgard owes them thanks... and perhaps new dresses." She looked toward the women seated just below the high dais, smiling at their laughter.