Marvel: Starting with the Homelander Template

After addressing his team and making his intentions clear, Alex wasted no time. He departed from the bustle of Krakoa's central citadel and made his way alone toward the quiet farmstead nestled at the island's edge. The place was still, a patch of calm where sea breezes stirred the grass and distant gulls cried. It was here, away from the celebratory noise of victory, that he chose to summon the attention of the gods.

He lifted his gaze skyward, voice calm but carrying authority.

"Heimdall, I need to discuss something with Lord Odin."

Whoosh!

In an instant, the heavens split open. A dazzling pillar of rainbow light cascaded downward, shimmering with divine brilliance. It enveloped Alex like a living river of color, warm and yet impossibly powerful, and in the blink of an eye, the world around him blurred.

When the light faded, the serene shores of Krakoa were gone. He now stood beneath the golden spires of Asgard. The city gleamed as though forged from sunlight itself, its grandeur unmatched, its halls echoing with the history of countless ages.

"Lord Alex," Heimdall greeted with a deep bow, his tone markedly different from the wary formality he once used. His amber eyes studied Alex with a mixture of respect and awe. He might not know the exact arrangements between Odin and this man, but the truth was clear enough—Odin treated Alex not as a guest, but as an equal.

And that privilege was undeniable.

"Homelander? What brings you here this time?"

The booming voice came from Thor, who strode into the golden hall before Odin himself had arrived. His crimson cape flared behind him, and Mjolnir rested casually in his grip. Yet despite his nonchalant appearance, his eyes betrayed curiosity—and a touch of impatience.

He had heard the stories from Heimdall, whispers that Alex could enter Asgard at will, unhindered, as though he were one of their own. To Thor, it was both perplexing and intriguing.

"What is it you and my father are plotting?" Thor asked, his blue eyes narrowing with eagerness. "It's all been so secretive. He refuses to tell me a word."

Alex gave him an amused smile. "As I've said before—ask your father."

"I knew you'd say that," Thor muttered with a sigh, half exasperated, half resigned. Still, his curiosity didn't abate. He leaned in slightly. "Very well. But if you won't tell me, then at least answer this—what brings you to him now?"

Alex's gaze softened as he regarded the son of Odin. "You'll hear it soon enough. And perhaps you'll even join me in it."

"Really?" Thor straightened, interest rekindled at once. His grin widened, almost boyish. "That sounds promising indeed."

"Alex."

"Lord Odin."

"Father."

Their voices overlapped as Odin himself entered the hall, staff in hand. His presence seemed to still the very air; the weight of millennia pressed invisibly against the chamber. Alex and Thor both rose, inclining their heads in greeting before taking their seats once Odin settled upon his throne.

Pleasantries exchanged, Alex wasted no time. He explained his intentions plainly, every word measured. He spoke of the Aether—the Reality Stone.

Odin's expression hardened, brows furrowing beneath his crown. "The Aether? That should not exist. It vanished with the fall of the Dark Elves, lost to history with their destruction."

His voice was steady, yet there lingered a flicker of doubt.

Alex's eyes gleamed, steady as steel. "No. Malekith, their leader, survived with a remnant of his people. And the Aether was not destroyed—it lies dormant somewhere within the Nine Realms."

Odin studied him in silence, the weight of his gaze unyielding. "How came you by this knowledge?"

Alex considered his words, then spoke with deliberate calm. "You know I am a mutant. You know of my many gifts. But you may not know of one in particular—the ability to glimpse fragments of what lies ahead. The future. Broken pieces, but pieces nonetheless."

His lips curved in a faint, mysterious smile.

It was not entirely untrue. He did know these things—not through visions, but through his rebirth and the memories it carried. Yet to Odin, this explanation would suffice.

"I see," Odin murmured, leaning back slightly. The suspicion in his eyes eased, replaced by a flicker of recognition. Loki's failed schemes had already revealed Alex's uncanny foresight—how he knew of the scepter, of Loki's plans, of truths no outsider could possibly divine. What Alex said now fit neatly with those events.

"Yes. It makes sense," Odin concluded at last, nodding slowly.

Then his voice rose, firm and commanding. "In that case, Homelander, I will mobilize the might of Asgard. Our armies will scour the Nine Realms for the Aether."

The decision was made without hesitation. This was not merely aid for Alex—it was Asgard's duty. The Dark Elves had once sought to drown the cosmos in shadow, wielding the Aether as their weapon. The war had nearly broken the Nine Realms. If a fragment of that darkness still lingered, Odin could not allow it to remain.

At his words, Thor surged to his feet, eyes alight. "Father, let me lead the warriors! I will see this mission through!"

"Homelander, let Thor stand with you," Odin said, nodding with conviction. "He has grown. He is ready."

Alex regarded Thor for a moment, then inclined his head. "Very well. I'll count on you, Thor."

Thor grinned broadly, pride swelling in his chest.

Odin, meanwhile, watched them both with an inscrutable expression. His reasons were not only practical. He sought to bind Thor and Alex closer, to weave trust between them. For Odin's time was fading, and the world would soon need a king strong enough—and allies steadfast enough—to endure without him.

With the decision reached, Odin excused himself, leaving the matter in their hands.

As the echoes of his footsteps faded, Alex and Thor turned to one another, the first sparks of alliance kindling between them.

"So," Thor asked, tapping Mjolnir against the floor with a heavy clang, "where shall we begin this hunt? Do you already have a destination in mind?"

Alex's eyes sharpened, his answer immediate. "Svartalfheim."

The name fell into the chamber like a shadow.

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