Not So Friendly Anymore

Chapter 36: Dawn of a New Morning

(Hey everyone, so sorry for making you wait so long for this chapter.

If haven't read my announcements or you're reading this on somewhere not on Wattpad let me explain.

I graduated from college and applied to University.

The university accepted my application but I needed to fulfill a few things first.

One of the things that needs to be fulfilled is an orientation, which I already scheduled at the closest date available, which is in November.

So for right now, I've done everything I can to complete my application.

I was actually going to publish this yesterday but it was raining like hell yesterday and it started leaking water into the house.

And even today this chapter is late because I had to take my kid brother to the doctor for our annual physical.

So yeah I originally wanted to make this chapter longer, but I figured why not post this. At least now I'll have more to write next chapter.

Anyway enough rambling please read and enjoy :) )
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The first rays of dawn slipped over Asgard's golden spires, painting the endless sky in warm hues of amber and rose. The Bifröst glimmered faintly in the distance, its rainbow arc soft and dreamlike, as if it belonged to a world half-remembered. Inside the lavish guest chamber gifted by Odin, heavy crimson curtains embroidered with silver runes parted just enough to let the morning light spill in, bathing the room in a gentle, golden glow. The air was warm, scented with cedar, sacred oils, and the faint hum of Asgard's ancient magic, a subtle pulse that seemed to weave itself into the very threads of Peter Parker's, or Anansi's soul.

The chamber was a marvel of divine craftsmanship: walls draped with tapestries that told stories of cosmic battles and celestial feasts, their vibrant threads shimmering as if alive with the legends they held; floors blanketed with furs so soft they felt like clouds, harvested from creatures of realms beyond mortal dreams; and a bed so massive it could've hosted a war band, its carved frame etched with runes that glowed faintly, like stars caught in the wood. The hearth in the corner had burned low during the night, its embers casting a soft, ruddy warmth that mingled with the dawn's light, wrapping the room in a cocoon of gold and fire.

Peter stirred first, his body warm beneath the weight of the furs, one arm draped lazily across Susan Storm and Silver Sable, who were nestled close against him in the center of the sprawling bed. Despite its size, the three had ended up tangled together in the night, as if some quiet instinct refused to let them drift apart in this strange, divine realm. His chest rose and fell with slow, steady breaths, a rare moment of peace for a man who carried the weight of worlds. Sable's silver hair spilled across his shoulder, catching the dawn's light like liquid moonlight, while Susan's golden locks brushed his cheek, soft and warm, her breath a gentle whisper against his skin.

He moved carefully, not wanting to wake them, and pressed a feather-light kiss to Susan's temple, his lips lingering as he breathed in her scent, something clean and faintly floral, a quiet contrast to the grandeur around them. He shifted, leaning down to brush an equally tender kiss across Sable's forehead, her skin cool and smooth, her usual sharpness softened by the vulnerability of sleep. As if sensing his touch, both women stirred almost in unison, their eyes fluttering open. Susan's blue eyes caught the morning light, warm and sleepy, while Sable's gray ones glinted with a drowsy spark, like polished steel catching the dawn.

"Mmm... morning," Susan murmured, her voice thick with sleep, a lazy smile curving her lips as she stretched, her body shifting beneath the furs, her golden hair spilling across the pillow like a halo.