The Clayborn: MCU

Chapter 1

Thor walked with his new son around the palace he gave a short tour as he lead the Clayborn back to his chamber. Thor entered his room with a proud smile until he looked over to his side noticing Rhagnar wasn't there. He turned to the door way a warm smile when he saw, Rhagnar, standing in the doorway.

Rhagnar's youthful appearance belied the extraordinary innocence within him, a blend of divine and earthly origins that had brought him into being. The newly made Clayborn found a particular interest in the door swaying it back and forth opening and then closing it again.

"Rhagnar," Thor says, his voice a resonant echo of power and love. He step forward with a gentle chuckle as Rhagnar played with the door, and guided the boy into the room. "Come, have a seat."

As Rhagnar stepped further into the room, his green eyes filled with curiosity and a touch of wonder. He couldn't help but feel a profound connection to the god before him, the one who had sculpted him from clay.

"Father," Rhagnar began, his voice filled with a mixture of question and wonder, "I understand I am born of clay and... yourself." Rhagnar says looking away a bit embarrassing of his creation. "But what does my creation mean for Asgard and for me?"

Thor rose from his seat, his footsteps heavy yet graceful as he approached Rhagnar. He placed a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder. "Your creation, Rhagnar, is a testament to the love and hope I hold for our realm. Asgard has long thrived on the strength of its gods and heroes, and now you shall play a part in our legacy." He paused for a moment, his gaze filled with paternal pride. "And you my son, you are unique, a blend of both mortal and divine. Your existence is a symbol of the harmony between our realm and the earth it was built upon. You are the embodiment of strength and potential."

Rhagnar absorbed his father's words, a sense of purpose and responsibility settling upon his young shoulders. "I will do my best to honor our legacy and serve Asgard with all my heart."

Thor's smile widened, and he ruffled Rhagnar's hair affectionately. "That is all I ask, Rhagnar. You have already made me proud by being here, and I have no doubt that your journey will be filled with heroism and valor."

With that, father and son stood together, ready to face the challenges and adventures that awaited them in the realm of Asgard. That is until Loki entered the room with, Odin and Frigga.

"See, I told you, he's done some ancient magical clay ritual." Loki says waving his hand around in Rhagnar's direction.

"Thor what is this?" Odin asks his son trying his best not to lose his temper or be as upset as he was.

Thor, and Rhagnar turned their attention to Odin, Loki, and Frigga, as Odin's imposing presence filled the room. The Allfather's one good eye scrutinized Rhagnar, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. Though Rhagnar, was relatively new to this world, he still respected the Asgardian King as he meekly stood by his father.

"Father," Thor began, addressing Odin, "This is Rhagnar, I created from clay and infused it with my own essence. I created him to serve Asgard and uphold our legacy."

Loki, the ever-cunning and enigmatic, couldn't resist a wry smile. "Well, well, it seems Thor has taken up arts and crafts," he quipped, his green eyes glinting with mischief.

Frigga, the graceful and compassionate queen, regarded Rhagnar with a gentle expression. "Hello Rhagnar, welcome to our family. You are a true symbol of Asgard and Midgard."

Odin, though initially taken aback, nodded slowly, his expression softening. "Very well, Rhagnar. You are indeed a unique creation, and now as an heir of Asgard, you shall be given all rights and responsibilities of our realm."