Novel & Cerita Marvel Odinson

“Then I suppose I should thank you.” At that moment, Odin had left the throne and was drinking heavily with a group of male gods. He had removed his magnificent cloak and now wore a casual shirt, trousers, and short boots. If not for the sapphire set into the black leather glove that symbolized his royal authority, one might have mistaken him for Heimdall.

Unlike Ronson, who had been scratching himself uncomfortably in his suit. JD approached them, and when he was beside Ronson, he smacked him on the back of the head. Ronson yelped at the force of JD's hit. Their other teammates couldn't help but laugh at Ronson's reaction. For such a big guy, he sounded like a cat that had been swatted with a broom. "What a sissy," teased Odin, the youngest member of their team. He was only eighteen years old. He was good with computers, so he was assigned to hacking when they needed information.

Odin disintegrated her with a look. “Not today you can’t,” Luca said as he watched her ash fall onto the filthy snow. The cave at their backs began to glow blue. As a unit, they turned. Almost in unison, the thought came to all of them, ”What fresh hell is this?” Luca turned to Odin to see what he would do. Nothing like having the power of a god on your side. To his surprise, Odin was gone.