Leaving behind the extravagant mansion in Malibu, Níðhöggr's current temporary residence was a large hospital in New Mexico.
He had tagged along under the pretext of Tony's health check-up, but while Tony was undergoing his rigorous precision scans, Níðhöggr was conducting a 'precision exam' of his own within the hospital walls.
Behind the hospital lounge, inside a secluded supply room of the VIP ward where civilian access was restricted, muffled moans and ragged breathing were leaking out.
"Ah, sir... no, patient's guardian... you shouldn't..."
"Shouldn't what? Your eyes are already completely drenched by me."
Faced with Níðhöggr’s decadent beauty and the full power of his 'Charm,' even the angels in white collapsed helplessly. Two nurses—a veteran with a glamorous figure and a wide-eyed rookie—were huddled in Níðhöggr's arms, wandering through a hazy delirium of ecstasy.
Níðhöggr wore his signature languid smirk as he wrapped his arms around their waists, painfully imprinting upon them exactly what draconic stamina meant.
While a heavy silence hung over the hospital corridor, separated by only a thin wall, Níðhöggr was savoring the pleasures of a villain who owned the world.
Suddenly, the firmly closed supply room door was smashed open with a resounding BANG!
"Hey!!! You horny reptile piece of shit! What the hell are you doing in here!"
Ratatoskr, in his human form, stomped in, huffing with indignation.
Startled by the sudden intrusion, the nurses screamed, scrambled to pull their clothes together, and fled the room as if escaping a crime scene.
Níðhöggr clicked his tongue and zipped up his trousers with an air of immense annoyance.
"Ah, seriously... your timing is a goddamn work of art, you rodent. I was almost finished; did you really have to do that?"
"Finished my ass! News that'll shake the entire universe just dropped, and you're in here playing doctor with nurses? You moronic lizard!"
Ratatoskr grabbed Níðhöggr by the collar and shook him violently.
"I'm talking about the neighborhood upstairs! That warmongering geezer Odin’s son, Thor, has finally screwed up! He went to Jotunheim—you know, the land of the Frost Giants—and threw such a tantrum that Odin stripped him of his power and banished him to Midgard!"
Níðhöggr's eyes snapped open.
"What? That blonde idiot? The one who used to swagger around swinging Mjolnir got kicked out buck-naked?"
"Exactly! He fell somewhere in the New Mexico desert and apparently he's getting his ass handed to him by humans. Hey, aren't you going to watch? This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see Odin's son crawling around like a pathetic loser!"
A wicked smirk spread across Níðhöggr’s face.
"Oho... now that sounds entertaining. To think that shitty old man Odin's precious son is crawling on the ground. As a villain, this is a spectacle I absolutely cannot miss."
The two entities immediately headed toward a temporary research lab in New Mexico.
After obtaining intel that S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had cordoned off the crater where Mjolnir fell, Níðhöggr activated an invisibility spell and infiltrated the research facility.
"Hey, Nid. Can't we just walk in normally and trash the place?"
In response to Ratatoskr’s question, Níðhöggr pressed his index finger to his lips.
"Shh. A villain must be wise. If we cause a scene and blow our cover here, it'll just be a pain in the ass later. If anything happens, we'll just say 'Tony Stark told us to do it.' He's rich; he can settle everything with a settlement check."
"Look at this guy's personality... Poor wallet... I mean, poor Tony."
While chuckling to himself, Níðhöggr spotted a woman running hurriedly through the corridor clutching a stack of files.
It was Darcy Lewis—a woman wearing a beanie and glasses, possessing a quirky yet undeniably glamorous charm.
"Oh? There's a pretty cute one here too."
Níðhöggr’s mischievous streak flared up.
He subtly revealed his form, stepping directly into Darcy's path.
Darcy's eyes widened at the sudden appearance of the black-haired hunk.
"Uh... huh? Who are you? This area is off-limits to outsiders... Wait, are you one of those S.H.I.E.L.D. agents or something?"
Darcy reached for her radio to report him, but the moment her eyes locked with Níðhöggr’s, her hand froze.
The overwhelming 'Authority of Seduction' radiating from Níðhöggr flooded the narrow corridor.
Instead of alarm bells, pink dopamine began exploding inside Darcy's brain.
"Reporting me? Let's save those cold words for later... First, why don't we have a little chat, beautiful?"
Darcy stared at Níðhöggr with her mouth hanging open.
Her reason was screaming, 'This man is dangerous,' but her instincts were shouting, 'I want to get hot and heavy with this man right now.'
Níðhöggr snatched Darcy by the waist and pinned her against the wall.
"Finding Odin’s son is important, but... passing by a beauty like this without a word wouldn't be proper villain etiquette, would it?"
"Ah... yes... do whatever you want... please..."
Darcy was already completely bewitched by Níðhöggr's mana, her mind gone. She clung to him, roughly tearing the buttons off his shirt.
Níðhöggr smirked as he scooped her up and entered a nearby empty laboratory.
Research equipment fell to the floor with a loud clatter. Soon, instead of the sounds of human scientific progress, the room was filled with the sounds of primal desire.
Níðhöggr savored Darcy’s voluptuous curves, staying true to the pleasure of the moment regardless of whether Odin’s son was suffering or not.
In the corridor outside the lab.
Ratatoskr facepalmed as he listened to the passionate sounds coming from behind the locked door.
"Seriously... this reptile bastard... with everything going on, he's causing trouble here again!"
Unable to take it anymore, Ratatoskr pulled a phone from his pocket and dialed a familiar number.
After a few rings, Tony Stark's irritated voice answered.
[Hello? Ratatoskr? Where are you guys? I finished my check-up and found both you and Níðhöggr gone.]
"Hey, Tony. This guy is seriously driving me crazy. I'm going to die of stress!"
[Why? Did he beat someone up again? Or did he tear down another prison?]
"No, it's not a problem on that level! This lizard piece of shit is 'merging' with some woman he just met in a New Mexico lab! We came to watch Odin’s son fall, but instead of watching, he’s busy satisfying his own urges! I’m quitting this bodyguard gig! My mental health is rotting away like the roots of Yggdrasil!"
Hearing Ratatoskr's desperate lament, a deep sigh echoed from the other end of the line.
[...Right, you've got it tough. Just give up. He’s a dragon. It's easier if you just think of him as a beast. Just send me the address. I'll get the jet ready...]
Ratatoskr hung up and slammed his head against the wall.
Inside, Darcy's shrill screams and Níðhöggr's satisfied laughter continued to leak out.
Níðhöggr, the Catastrophe of Yggdrasil, was spending his day as a true villain—turning another beauty into a sacrifice(?) at the very site where a fallen prince had landed.
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