Flash Lock Odin -

Inside the cube, Odin’s eyes snapped open.

Volstagg’s hands trembled over the runic console that rose from the rainbow-hued stonework. This was the "Flash Lock"—an archaic, failsafe protocol designed to capture a god in freefall. It was dangerous. It was archaic. And today, it was the only thing standing between the Nine Realms and utter annihilation. flash lock odin

Inside the Flash Lock, Odin stood panting. The "giant" was returning. Good. He would strike him down. He raised Gungnir, the tip glowing with the destructive force of the Odinforce. Inside the cube, Odin’s eyes snapped open

"You caught me," Odin rasped, his voice like grinding stones. "In the void... I was lost. You... anchored me." It was dangerous

Volstagg stood at the edge of the Bifrost, his breath catching in his throat. He was young, barely a century old, his beard patchy and his armor too loose. He was not a warrior of renown. He was a technician, a grease-monkey of the celestial highways.

When he looked up, the rain had stopped. Or rather, it was suspended. The golden drops hung in the air, frozen in time.