Quill’s Troubles

Recalling Quill's illustrious "achievements," Heisenberg couldn't help but let his mind wander.

If he took Quill to the world of One Piece, would all he need to do is drop Quill into Whitebeard's territory…?

Without any further intervention, Whitebeard would undoubtedly adopt Quill as his son, and before the Paramount War even began, Quill would die from some natural disaster or accident, right?

Thinking this way, Quill wasn't entirely useless. As long as he was used in the right way, he could at least be a father's bane…

Cough cough…

Heisenberg snapped out of his absurd thoughts, his right hand making a subtle gesture.

Instantly, Quill, who had been kneeling, stood up as if by magic.

Quill stared at his legs in confusion, pondered for a moment, and then decisively gave Heisenberg a thumbs-up.

"As expected of Odin, Your Majesty—so classy!!!"

"Classy my ass, I'm Heisenberg!!!"

Heisenberg retorted irritably, reaching out to tap the air in Quill's direction.

With that tap, Quill was sent flying like an AE86 taking a sharp turn, crashing into a distant theater's pillar.

Meanwhile, Heisenberg turned to Heimdall and Loki, asking in confusion,

"Where did you two even find this guy?"

"Your Majesty, this is Peter Quill, one of the children of Ego, the Celestial.

Half an hour ago, he and a group of Star-Pirates invaded our territory!

After reporting to General Hela, I received her instructions to bring this divine child to Asgard as a guest, along with Loki!"

"Heh, so he basically delivered himself, huh!"

Heisenberg nodded in understanding, then casually ordered,

"Throw him in the dungeon. Have him contact his father to come to Asgard and pick him up. If no one comes, leave him to rot in there!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Heimdall eagerly agreed. In his view, this was Heisenberg signaling his intent to oppose the Celestials!

As an Asgardian, Heimdall was thrilled that his new king had far greater resolve than the previous ruler!

He turned around, strode proudly to Quill, and scooped up the shrimp-like figure.

As they headed to the dungeon, Heimdall lectured Quill,

"Peter Quill, even as a descendant of the Celestials, you have no right to trespass into Asgard's territory and act recklessly.

As punishment, His Majesty has sentenced you to the dungeon. However, given your status, we won't torture you or take your communication device.

Find a way to contact your irresponsible father. Unless he comes to Asgard personally, you won't leave that cell.

Remember this lesson: never trespass into lands that aren't yours, divine child!"

With that, Heimdall refused to say another word to the useless divine child, leaving Quill to wail as he was tossed into the dungeon, utterly deprived of his freedom to be a goofball!

Slumped in Asgard's pristine cell, Quill looked around in disbelief.

First, he slapped himself twice in confusion.

Smack! Smack!

The slaps were crisp, making Quill wince before rubbing his face.

As he rubbed, he chuckled, muttering to himself,

"I can't believe I actually escaped Asgard's pursuit!!!

I'm alive!!!"

Yes, you read that right—he wasn't depressed.

How could he be?

Quill, eternally optimistic, always found the silver lining in the worst situations.

Even captured by Heimdall, even thrown in prison, he still thought of his ill-fated temporary teammates!

Look at those poor souls frozen in ice!

Compared to them, his velvet cot, Asgardian murals, and tiled floor were luxurious.

Tsk tsk, being alive is pretty great, isn't it?

Just then, a guard pushed open the cell door, bringing in a tray of food.

Placing it coldly, the guard didn't bother exchanging a single word with Quill.

After the guard left, Quill leaped up from the ground.

"Haha, they even provide meals!"

He pounced on the tray, blissfully sniffing Asgard's specialty roasted camel meat.

"Damn, this prison food is better than what I ate on Sakaar!"

He grumbled softly, stuffing the meat into his mouth and gulping down the soup.

Full and satisfied, Quill propped his legs up on the bed, finally pondering his situation.

"Asgardians seem to have issues—they're like elementary school teachers, calling parents for every problem. Seriously…!!!"

He helplessly pulled out his communicator, tossing the useless device aside as he thought.

"They assume I have a father, but I've never even met my so-called dad. Where am I supposed to find him?

Wait, I just realized I've never known who my dad is. Heh, where's Daddy?"

As he thought, Quill's expression soured.

"Even when Mom died, you didn't show up. Screw you!

You better be dead out there. If I ever see you, I'll bash your brains out for Mom!"

Saying this, Quill grit his teeth and dialed the communicator.

Moments later, a groggy blue-skinned figure appeared on the screen.

After yawning, the figure recognized Quill and glared at him.

"It's you, you bastard!

I raised you on my ship since you were a kid, and you repay my kindness by stealing from me!!!

Peter Quill, you heartless jerk—if it weren't for me, my crew would've eaten you alive, leaving only your bones!

Instead, you stole my ship and the credit chip I left in my room!

And after all that, you dare call me? You useless piece of trash!!!"

On the other end, the blue-skinned figure's tirade made Quill grin nervously.

"My bad, all my fault, Yondu!

You're a big-hearted guy—let's forget our past grievances. I've got a big deal for you!"

Hearing this, Yondu straightened up, eyeing Quill's surroundings.

Spotting the prison cell, he frowned uneasily.

But Yondu hid his worry, continuing to berate Quill,

"Big deal?

Screw you!

Don't think I can't tell—you're locked up somewhere!

Though it's not a Sakaaran prison, haha! You little bastard, dare you tell me where you got caught? I'll drink extra tonight!"

"Cut it out, Yondu. I'm in trouble, but I've got a real big deal for you!"

Quill glanced around cautiously, then whispered,

"I just got huge news—worth at least a few hundred thousand units!

Yondu, bring your crew to rescue me. I'll give you all the info. Trust me!"

"Bullshit, I'll never trust you—you've never told the truth!"

Yondu chuckled, tapping the communicator.

"So, spill the info. If it's valuable, I'll consider it. Maybe I'll come get you.

If it's useless, I'll still come, but I'll toss you from that damn cell onto my ship's fighting ring!

My guys have been craving you for too long. You'll die in their mouths, bones and all!!!"

"Damn it, they don't eat people! We lived together for over twenty years—I know they don't eat people!!!"

Listening to Yondu's decades-old threats, Quill helplessly rubbed his head, then bluntly said,

"I'm in Asgard's dungeon. I…"

Before he could finish, Yondu's eyes widened in shock!

He immediately cut Quill off, roaring incredulously,

"You're in Asgard?! The Asgard of the Nine Realms?!"

As the words sank in, Yondu anxiously stood up, pacing back and forth.

After pacing for a while, he slapped his thigh.

"You're one hell of a troublemaker, Quill! I never thought you'd manage to piss off one of the universe's three most unprovokable forces in such a short time!

Didn't I tell you never to mess with the Ravagers, the Titans, or Asgard?!

Stay put, stay quiet, and don't get any ideas. Asgard's prison is no joke—even gods struggle to escape.

I'll figure something out. I have no idea what Odin likes!

You… damn it, just wait for me!"

Yondu sighed, ending the call, and slumped in his ship's command room, brainstorming ways to rescue Quill.

But no matter how hard he thought, he came up with nothing!

Asgard's combat prowess was legendary, proven time and again by countless powerful figures.

Thanos went to the Nine Realms and got beaten back, even chased to his doorstep!

The Devourer went to the Nine Realms, got beaten back, and was impaled through and through!

Most importantly, Yondu, as a notorious Ravager and former Guardian of the Galaxy, knew secrets unknown to most.

Having dealt with the Celestials, Yondu knew Odin had once chased and pummeled them!

Though Odin ultimately lost, he single-handedly fought twelve Celestials, taking down seven with a single combo before being overwhelmed by the remaining five.

Could a bunch of Ravagers really storm Asgard's core and rescue someone?

At this thought, Yondu grimaced, baring his teeth.

Quill was a real troublemaker!

Looks like he'd have to reconnect with an old friend…

But…

Standing before the communicator, Yondu hesitated, staring at the old friend's contact number, unable to bring himself to dial it.

At that moment, the communicator's center displayed a line of Centaurian text, flashing repeatedly.

It read…

"Colonel Stakar Ogord"