Inside a temporary laboratory in New Mexico, the space that should have been filled with quiet academic fervor was instead saturated with a thick miasma of mana and the sweltering heat of desire radiating from Níðhöggr.
Darcy Lewis was already far past the point of reason.
Clinging to Níðhöggr’s firm chest, she had shredded his shirt to tatters, drowning in the waves of pleasure provided by a cosmic entity.
"Ah, wait... ah, I’m seriously going crazy..."
As Darcy’s shrill moans echoed out into the lab corridor, the heavy steel door was suddenly flung open.
"Darcy! What on earth is that noise in—!"
The person who rushed in was Jane Foster, the genius physicist and head of the research project.
She froze instantly at the sight before her.
Her assistant tangled up with a decadently handsome, black-haired man was a scenario her common sense simply couldn't compute.
"Oh... My! Excuse me! I mean, what in the world is...!"
Just as Jane turned her face away, blushing furiously, Níðhöggr raised his languid gaze to meet hers.
A crimson glow flashing through his disheveled black hair forcibly ensnared Jane’s vision.
Still holding Darcy by the waist, Níðhöggr let a lopsided smirk creep onto his face as he extended his Authority of Charm toward Jane.
"No need to leave, lady. You happen to be quite my type as well."
Níðhöggr's voice struck Jane's brain with the force of a physical impact.
In an instant, the astrophysical formulas filling Jane’s head scattered like mist.
Her cold rationality was paralyzed, and raw instinct rushed in to fill the void.
Casting aside her initial embarrassment, she took a step toward Níðhöggr as if in a trance.
"Why am I doing this... I shouldn't... but I can't look away from those eyes..."
Just before Jane could reach out to Níðhöggr, an impatient Ratatoskr shattered the door frame from the outside and roared.
"Hey!!! You horny lizard bastard! Enough is enough! The S.H.I.E.L.D. goons have just brought in Odin's brat! Save the 'unification' for later and let's go check things out!"
At Ratatoskr's boisterous shouting, Níðhöggr clicked his tongue and lightly stroked Jane’s cheek.
"Doctor, it's a shame, but we'll have to postpone our session. I'll be back soon, so wait for me."
Leaving behind a delirious Darcy and a dazed Jane, Níðhöggr smoothed his clothes with an annoyed air and followed Ratatoskr out.
The detention facility in the laboratory basement. There, a burly blond man, drenched by the rain and looking utterly pathetic, was tied to a chair.
Thor, the great Prince of Asgard and the God of Thunder. However, in his current state, there wasn't a hint of divine dignity to be found; he looked like nothing more than a giant vagrant.
Níðhöggr deactivated his invisibility magic and suddenly appeared in front of Thor.
"Yo, Prince. You look like hell, don't you?"
Thor lifted his head, warily eyeing the stranger who had appeared out of thin air.
"Who are you? Another jailer sent by my father?"
Níðhöggr slowly circled Thor, snickering in mockery.
"Jailer? Nah, I’m just a spectator. I’ve always hated the way you lot strutted around atop the roots of Yggdrasil. But look at this. Is this really the great Son of Odin? Power stripped away, unable to lift his own hammer, caught by mere humans. You’re the king of suckers."
Thor’s eyes sparked with fury at Níðhöggr's sharp provocation.
"Watch your tongue, Midgardian! Though I may be powerless now, the pride of Asgard still lives!"
"Pride? Does pride put food on the table? Right now, you're just a muscular pig."
Unable to contain his rage, Thor struggled against his restraints, eventually freeing one arm and throwing a punch squarely at Níðhöggr's face.
Thud!
Níðhöggr’s head snapped to the side.
However, rather than feeling pain, he burst into an even louder laugh.
To someone with durability surpassing even a Titan's, a punch from a depowered Thor was lighter than a feather.
"Oh, you hit me? You actually dared to hit me?"
Níðhöggr wiped a drop of saliva from his lip, a malicious smile widening on his face.
"Fine, Prince. As a proper villain, I'll trample your self-esteem into the dirt. That woman, Jane, is the one you’re relying on most here, right? She happens to be to my liking. I think I'll 'NTR' your woman. Like a true villain should."
"What?! If you dare touch Jane—!"
"Scream all you want. All you can do is watch."
Sneering at Thor, Níðhöggr turned back toward the room where Jane was.
Thor howled in despair, trying to stop him, but in his frail human body, there was nothing he could do but watch Níðhöggr's retreating back.
Returning to the lab, Níðhöggr approached Jane Foster, who was still in a hazy state.
He grabbed her waist firmly and whispered into her ear.
"Kept you waiting, Doctor? I'll prove to you that I'm much more 'electrifying' than that homeless Prince over there."
Níðhöggr's full-power Charm ability washed over Jane once again.
Jane, completely forgetting her concern for Thor, clung to Níðhöggr's chest.
That night, the laboratory was rocked once more.
Níðhöggr began an intensely loud tryst with Jane, loud enough for Thor to hear every sound. Pouring out his draconic stamina without reserve, his movements sent Jane into a state of ecstasy she had never experienced in her life; she screamed Níðhöggr's name repeatedly instead of Thor's.
Feeling Thor’s aura of rage and despair from beyond the wall, Níðhöggr relished the sense of accomplishment that only a true villain could enjoy.
Outside the lab, sitting atop a truck and witnessing this, Ratatoskr clutched his head in exasperation and dialed Tony Stark's number.
"Uh, Tony? It's me. Ratatoskr."
[Right, how's New Mexico? Did you find the Prince?]
"We found him, but... the situation is a complete mess. That moron Níðhöggr is currently raising hell in the lab with the Prince's girlfriend. The Prince is crying in the next room, and Níðhöggr is happily working his hips. I swear, I’m too embarrassed to even be seen with him anymore."
Internally, Ratatoskr cursed Níðhöggr as a 'world-class idiot and a horny reptile.'
[...Hang in there, Ratatoskr. When you get back, I'll buy you a specially made, extra-large acorn shake.]
Following Tony’s sympathetic voice, the call ended.
Ratatoskr let out a deep sigh while staring at the night sky.
Níðhöggr’s satisfied laughter drifted out from the lab, carried away by the desert winds of the New Mexico night.
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