For Asgardians, whose body density is three times that of Earthlings, this bridge is now a dangerous bridge, one that will continue to collapse after taking two steps.
Daisy didn't care that he weighed more than 100 pounds. She sighed, but she didn't expect Loki to still fall. Will this guy encounter the Chitauri? Will he invade the earth? As for Loki's character, she thinks
It’s really hard to say.
Her long and short sighs caused outrageous interpretations in the eyes of interested people.
"Miss Johnson..." Volstagg, a tall and tall man, was about to thank her, but was held back by Sif, who winked repeatedly, indicating that now was not the time.
Volstagg felt that he understood something, touched his head, and sighed.
"Loki will be fine, I am convinced of this." Thor was not afraid. He felt that it was a sacrilege to sit in memory of his brother from a distance, so he also took the opportunity to sit next to Daisy.
Yes, Loki will definitely be fine. If he eats well and sleeps well, he will jump out alive after a while. Daisy knows it all too well.
She nodded numbly: "Yes, he will be fine..."
While the two were talking, a golden light flashed, and the eternal spear Kungunir flew back from the void, ignoring the two of them and the Asgardian warriors, and landed straight in front of the throne in the main hall.
"Is this Rainbow Bridge still usable? How can I get back?" Looking at the broken bridge, Daisy had to ask a more serious question.
Thor didn't understand the Rainbow Bridge, and he hesitated for a long time without giving an answer. In his opinion, Daisy would not be able to go back for a while.
"Come to our banquet, can I call you Daisy? This is our tradition." Frigga, who had a gentle temperament, pushed Thor aside, took Daisy's hand, and gave a very sincere invitation. The other party wanted to treat her to a meal? Daisy agreed without hesitation, just in time to taste the delicious food in the fairy palace.
She just looked at the broken bridge: "Is this the right time?"
What she means is that Loki has just "died" and you're going to have a party to celebrate?
Frigga's eyes were a little sad: "This is our tradition. The sacrifice of a warrior is not a sad thing, but an honor. We living people must share this honor."
Daisy understood this, it was a bit similar to the meaning of joy and mourning!
The guest did as the host did, and she couldn't leave for a while, so she immediately nodded and agreed.
In the evening, she slowly walked out of the room wearing a light red floor-length robe.
Asgardians don't need any makeup, let alone jewelry, which saves a lot of time.
The clothes are very simple, the upper part is like a halter top from the earth, a little loose, and the neck, collarbone and arms are all exposed.
The clothes are generally quite conservative, unlike the ones on Earth that always have a deep V to the navel or expose the entire back.
The waistline of the robe is very high, making it appear that everything below the waist is legs. Daisy, who is 1.77 meters tall, looks as if she is 1.8 meters tall.
The style of the shoes is very retro, a bit like the Roman strappy sandals from Earth.
The flat bottom is made of unknown animal leather, and it is tied five or six times around the slender calf, so it is even worn.
I followed Sif around half the palace and headed to the main hall to attend the dinner celebrating the death of Comrade Loki.
There was no speech from the leader. The only leader, Odin, was still lying dormant. It was a bit cruel for Frigga to say this. Everyone raised their glasses together to pay tribute to Loki, the controversial god-king, and then the meal officially started. p>
Daisy was still a little restrained at first, so she took a fruit that looked like an orange in a ladylike manner and broke it into pieces piece by piece.
Later, I saw that except Frigga who was drinking water, everyone else started to eat. Even Sif, who had a good temperament, looked like she was devouring her food. She completely let go.
After continuous fighting, her body has never returned to its optimal state. The evolution of her eternal genes requires a lot of energy. High-intensity fighting also requires the conversion of cellular energy through food. She is really hungry.
It looked like bread, but was actually meatloaf. She ate one piece with each mouth.
The leg of lamb, which tastes almost like the earth, can be eaten as soon as you catch it. There is also a kind of spiritual fish in the sea of Asgard. She refuses no one who comes, and while eating, she grabs a plate of barbecue.
"You have a great appetite, you are an amazing warrior!" Volstagg, the tallest and thickest of the three warriors, gave her a thumbs up.
If you can eat, you are a warrior? What logic? Daisy secretly cursed, but she still nodded to save face. According to Xianxia novels, these foods are rich in spiritual energy, which is very beneficial to the storage and re-evolution of her cell energy. If you don't eat it, you won't eat it.
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"You are a warrior too!" She patted Vostagg on the shoulder perfunctorily, her hands stained with oil. The other party didn't care, but looked excited.
"To our friend, the warrior Daisy Johnson from Earth!" the big man shouted loudly, and a group of Asgardian warriors responded immediately, and everyone raised their glasses.
Daisy quickly put down the leg of lamb, grabbed the wine glass in front of her and prepared to respond.
Sif grabbed her and made a gesture not far away.
Soon someone brought a large wine jar, and someone else brought a gold cup.
Opening the mouth of the urn, a bright red liquid like blood was poured into the cup.
Everyone fell silent, even Thor, who was immersed in sadness, looked over.
It's very fragrant. This is Daisy's first reaction. The wine is full of power. This is her second reaction.
Asgardians wouldn't poison themselves with poisoned wine in public, would they?
She didn't think so, and asked Sif with her eyes. This female warrior has noble moral character, never lies, and is trustworthy.
"This is the spiritual wine that Odin stole from the dwarves." Sif smiled at the corner of her eyes, raised her chin lightly, and made a gesture of invitation.
It’s just a glass of wine, what’s the big deal?
Daisy picked up the gold cup. This cup weighed at least twenty kilograms. Jane Foster would definitely not be able to lift it if she came to the dinner party.
She held the wine glass and took a quick sniff. The wine was sweet and mellow, refreshing, with a faint smell of nectar.
It smells like fine wine.
Daisy faced everyone's attention without any stage fright, raising her glass high: "To Asgard!"
Then tilt the golden cup and pour the wine into your mouth.
Uh... the wine is extremely strong, like a stream of scalding lava. The esophagus of ordinary people will be burned by the high-heat energy in the wine, and most people who react quickly will spit it out immediately. This is not wine, it is so hot and intense.
, it’s like there is a ball of fire in the mouth.
Daisy glanced at everyone's expressions with her peripheral vision, waiting for me to make a fool of myself? Do you think my will of fire is a joke? This little flame is nothing!
He raised his neck like a swan and swallowed it all in one breath. The wine flowed down the throat into the intestines and stomach. It was unknown what raw materials it was brewed from. The cells hungrily absorbed the rich energy contained in it.
After drinking, she poured the cup and showed it to everyone, indicating that she drank it all without leaving a drop.