In Marvel as a summoning Mage

Ophelia goals

The freezing winds of Hel whipped across the landscape, the snow swirling in every direction. The campfire flickered weakly, its flames dancing in defiance of the bitter cold. Around it sat Ritsuka Fujimaru and his companions, huddled in cloaks, their breaths visible in the frigid air. The dark skies of Hel loomed above them, casting an eerie glow on the snow that blanketed everything.

Fou, perched on Ritsuka's head, was not pleased. The tiny creature's little hands repeatedly struck Ritsuka's head, eliciting soft thumps, each hit light but full of irritation.

"Fou! Fou! Fou!!" the tiny beast barked angrily.

"Ouch! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Ritsuka groaned, shielding his head with his hands. "I didn't mean to use your name without permission, I swear! I will give you more free sweets."

Mashu, sitting nearby, giggled softly. "Fou-kun, please forgive Senpai. He's really sorry."

Artoria Avalon, regal as ever, stepped forward and gently lifted Fou from Ritsuka's head. "There, there, Fou. That's enough. Forgive Master this once, won't you?"

Artoria Lancer, watching from beside the fire, smirked. "Ritsuka looks cute."

As Fou relented with a soft huff, Ritsuka sighed in relief, rubbing the back of his head. "Thanks, everyone. That little guy doesn't pull his punches."

But the mood quickly turned somber as Ritsuka finished recounting his story—everything that had led them here, everything they had fought for, sacrificed, and lost. His journey across worlds, his battles against the Lostbelts, and his ultimate responsibility in their destruction left a profound silence among the group.

Goredolf and Kadoc, standing near the edge of the campfire, exchanged glances. There was a shared sense of relief between them.

"Well," Goredolf began, his usual bravado tempered with a rare sincerity, "at least we know our world is safe. If it wasn't, we wouldn't be here at all…"

Kadoc nodded. "Yeah… If our timeline had been pruned away, none of us would even exist as Heroic Spirits. I guess that's one less thing to worry about."

Skadi and Scathach, both sitting a bit apart from the rest, listened quietly. They had just been summoned after so long, and while they were happy to be at Ritsuka's side again, there was an undeniable tension between them. Scathach, her crimson eyes gleaming, finally broke the silence. She stood up and approached Ritsuka, sitting down at his left side with a teasing smile.

"You're late, Master," Scathach said, her voice carrying both amusement and a hint of reproach. "Summoning us after all this time? Keeping two women waiting like this… It's a bad habit."

Skadi, sitting down gracefully at Ritsuka's right side, crossed her arms and added, "You understand, don't you? Making us wait this long… It's not something we'll forgive easily."

Ritsuka swallowed nervously, feeling the intensity of their gazes. "I… I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to make you wait." He smiled awkwardly, trying to ease the tension. "But to make up for it… how about this: Let me make you both mine, join my new journey, and… become my brides?" (A/N: ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!)

Both Scathach and Skadi froze, their eyes widening in surprise. A deep blush crept across their cheeks. For a moment, the stern, powerful figures of these godlike women were reduced to shy maidens. Then, as if synchronized, they each took one of Ritsuka's arms and leaned in closer.

Scathach's voice was softer now, almost playful. "Hmph. We're already your brides, Master. You should know that by now."

Skadi nodded, her usual icy demeanor melting into something much warmer. "We've always been yours. There's no need to ask."