Daisy in the Marvel Universe

For Asgardians, whose body density is three times that of Earthlings, this bridge is now considered a dangerous bridge, one that will continue to collapse after just two steps.

Daisy didn't care that he weighed more than 100 pounds. She sighed. Unexpectedly, Loki still fell. Will this guy encounter a Chitauri? Will it invade the earth again? As for Loki's character, she felt it was really hard to say.

Her long and short sighs caused outrageous interpretations in the eyes of interested people.

"Miss Johnson..." Volstagg, who was tall and tall, 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'm convinced of this." Thor was unafraid. 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 must 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 and took Daisy's hand, making a very sincere invitation.

Does the other party want to treat me to dinner? Daisy agreed without hesitation, just in time to taste the delicacies of 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 followed the host, and could not 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, with the neck, collarbone and arms 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 from the waist down is legs. Daisy, who is 1.77 meters tall, looks as if she is 1.8 meters tall.

The shoe style is very retro, a bit like the Roman strappy sandals from Earth.

It's flat-bottomed and made of unknown animal leather. It's tied five or six times around the slender calves, and it's considered wearable.

He 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, and 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.

Daisy was still a little restrained at first, so she took an orange-like fruit very ladylikely 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 the food. She completely let go.

Continuous fighting, in fact, her body has never returned to its optimal condition. The evolution of the eternal gene itself requires a lot of energy. High-intensity fighting also requires the conversion of cellular energy through food. She is really hungry.

What looked like bread, but was actually meatloaf, she ate one in 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 that abounds in the sea of ​​Asgard. She refuses no one who comes, and while eating, she grabs another 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!

"You are a warrior too!" Her hands were stained with oil, and she patted Volstagg on the shoulder perfunctorily. The other party didn't care, but looked excited.

"To our friend, Daisy Johnson, the warrior 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 and grabbed the wine glass in front of her to prepare a response.

Sif grabbed her and made a gesture to the people 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, which is Daisy's first reaction. The wine is full of power, which 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 dwarfs back then." 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 pounds. 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 absolutely fine wine.

Daisy faced everyone's attention without any stage fright and raised her glass high: "To Asgard!"

Then he tilted the golden cup and poured the wine into his 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. , as if there was a ball of fire in his 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 swan-like neck 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, and the cells hungrily absorbed the rich energy contained in it.

After drinking, she poured the cup and showed it to everyone, indicating that she would drink it all without leaving a drop.

Continue to ask for comparison~~~