The Decision to Depart

Upon hearing Frigga's question, Heisenberg's rigid posture softened slightly. After a moment, he sighed, his body relaxing as he leaned back against the throne, his head tilting left to rest in Frigga's embrace.

His hair brushed against Frigga's lace-trimmed arm as he murmured,

"What in this world can escape your notice, Frigga?"

"Only the places Your Majesty intends to go," Frigga replied gently, wrapping her arms around Heisenberg's head, cradling it against her chest.

Heisenberg's head rested on her warm chest, yet there was no hint of intimacy between them. Frigga continued,

"I've imagined many places—Sakaar, home of the Grandmaster, or the realms of the Celestial, or perhaps other domains you've never visited but yearn for."

She paused, her hands ceasing their massage, her worried gaze resting on Heisenberg's thick hair.

"But I can't fathom why you seem so unsettled now. Why, with your current power, do you still fear the journey ahead?"

"Fear?" Heisenberg interrupted, defending himself.

"You're mistaken. How could I fear what lies ahead? I won't shrink from the journey."

"Then why prepare as if you'll never return?" Frigga countered, gently stroking his head.

"You've told me so much about your plans for the coming years. Are you merely informing me, or are you preparing me to act in your stead should you not return? If you expect me to understand your intentions and execute them, doesn't that mean you've already accepted you might not come back?"

At this, Heisenberg tensed slightly, as if caught off guard. He tried to sit up, but Frigga tightened her embrace, keeping him in her arms.

"Don't be alarmed. I'm not saying you're afraid. After all, you've only shared plans for the next few years, not millennia. A few years suggest caution, not fear. Like you, I don't believe your caution will truly hinder you."

Frigga smiled playfully, her lips brushing softly as she spoke.

"But Your Majesty, I'm surprised you confided in me, not your followers, Hela, or Loki. I never imagined you'd trust me so deeply—or that I'd always be the one you turn to. Odin never shared his long-term plans with me, even before he left. He only cared for his children. Compared to him, and to all the gods and kings of the Nine Realms, you're far kinder, Your Majesty. I envy your future lover. Her fate will surpass that of any Asgardian queen. You and destiny will treat her well, won't you?"

As her words faded, Frigga affectionately stroked Heisenberg's hair.

After months of interaction, Frigga understood Heisenberg's nature. Though he seemed eager to resort to violence, skilled at killing, and authoritarian in speech, his heart was remarkably delicate and gentle.

Living between the Aesir and Vanir, Frigga had always prioritized strength. She couldn't comprehend Heisenberg's Eastern philosophy of trust and reliance, even if only nominally.

Heisenberg, however, sensed something more in Frigga's words. His heart raced, and he began to turn toward her, intending to speak—or perhaps act.

But just then, chaotic footsteps echoed through the hall.

Frigga's eyes widened. Sensing the approaching presence, she quickly released Heisenberg, leaping gracefully from the armrest. She smoothed her gown, her brow furrowing slightly.

Heisenberg, visibly annoyed, glared at the four figures entering the hall.

Sif led the Warriors Three, their casual strides belying their purpose.

From a distance, they spotted Heisenberg on the throne and Frigga beside him. Sif even sighed enviously.

The Goddess is so beautiful! Especially today—her cheeks flushed with a soft crimson, captivating even to another woman.

As Sif and her companions drew nearer, Frigga pressed her lips together and bowed slightly to Heisenberg.

"Your Majesty, I'll take my leave."

"Hmm," Heisenberg nodded, watching the Goddess of Love gracefully exit.

Moments later, he turned his attention to the four warriors, his expression slightly displeased.

They wouldn't let him speak first. Instead, they bowed in unison.

After the bow, Sif looked hopefully at Heisenberg.

"Your Majesty, we wish to patrol Midgard. Tens of thousands of Chitauri still ravage the realm!"

"Nonsense!" Heisenberg snapped, his outburst making Sif flinch.

But he quickly calmed, addressing them.

"I'd prefer honesty over reverence. Why not admit you intend to visit Thor? Or do you think I'm a tyrant who forbids friendship?"

"Of course not, Your Majesty!" Sif shook her head, then nodded firmly.

"We do want to see Thor. I can't believe that fool stayed in Midgard for that wretched woman! He's Asgard's Thunderer. I must bring him back under your command. Please, let us go to Midgard!"

Sif finished, her eyes pleading. Heisenberg smirked.

"Under my command, how hypocritical. Very well, you have my permission!"

"Huzzah! Long live the King!" Sif cheered, jumping excitedly. But Heisenberg halted their celebration.

"Wait. I have other tasks for you. In Midgard, don't just feast with Thor. Visit my agent, Hill, director of S.H.I.E.L.D. in New York. For the next three years, assist her. I want you to consolidate Midgard's power and deliver it to me. Understood?"

"Absolutely, Your Majesty. We're professionals at following orders. Thank you! We'll find Heimdall at once!"

Sif, ever impulsive, turned to leave. Heisenberg tolerated their recklessness, knowing their future proved their worth.

Though flawed, the Warriors Three always stood at the frontlines, dying to protect Asgard's citizens.

As warriors, that was enough.

Now, Sif and her companions prepared to leave the palace for Heimdall.

Watching them depart, Heisenberg smiled softly.

"Halt!"

They froze, Sif turning anxiously.

"Your Majesty…?"

Heisenberg chuckled at their confusion.

"Even Heimdall needs my permission. Let me send you directly. Don't forget my orders. Become my sword and shield in Midgard. Do what must be done!"

Before sending them off, he added,

"I'm selecting exceptional talents and granting them divine positions long hoarded by the Aesir. Prove yourselves worthy. I want to see Sif as a Valkyrie and Hogun as the God of Hunters!"

"Is it true… Your Majesty?!" Sif asked, stunned.

Before she could finish, Heisenberg sent them to Earth with the Bifröst.

The Warriors Three would surely celebrate for hours.

Alone on the throne, Heisenberg rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought.

Frigga's words had struck a chord, revealing truths he hadn't acknowledged.

First, she'd voiced his intention to leave.

After Odin's death, Heisenberg found himself aimless.

Yet, his tasks remained: the Reality Stone and Dark Elves in eight months, the Power Stone and Sakaar's invasion in a year and a half. He planned to use Sakaar as a springboard to conquer it, turning the neutral planet into a bridgehead for the Nine Realms' expansion.

Then, he'd conquer this Marvel-19999 universe, surpassing Darkseid's feats.

Why should Darkseid boast of destroying and conquering millions of worlds while he couldn't?

Despite his plans, Heisenberg felt compelled to leave Marvel-19999, even temporarily.

It made no sense—until now.

Heisenberg opened the system, reviewing the task rewards.

The description of the "Five Minutes of Invincibility" reward annoyed him.

"I thought invincibility was my trump card. But now I see it was my human fear of danger. After killing countless foes, taking millions of lives, becoming others' fear… I finally understand its true meaning!"

He smiled, tapping his cheek.

"The system offers invincibility as a reward to show me I'm not truly invincible yet. Only when I no longer need it as a crutch will I be invincible!"

His laughter grew.

"And this reward tells me that as long as I rely on it, I'll never be truly invincible. A being of that power wouldn't need such a crutch—their mind would match their strength!"

He slammed the armrest, his smile eager.

"How can I wait a year for 'Destruction Day' to gain invincibility? No matter my strength, I should fear something. But not an unbeatable enemy—I should fear fearing them!"