A Twist Of Marvel || Infinity War

22. Andvari

Naomi Swanson never was, and never has been, a morning person. The lack of coffee on Asgard only magnified her inevitable lack of energy and inability to process anything. Added to the fact that she had hardly gotten any sleep due to a staring match with a prince, it was a rough morning.

Fortunately, she woke up a little more as she prepared to leave the planet she was on, for the second time. It never ceased to astound Naomi that she, some random assistant at a supply company and total Marvel nerd, was literally hanging out with superheroes. Hell, she was even taking comfort in the fact that she would probably see Tony again later on. The plan she had laid out with Odin was misleadingly simple in writing.

Her first day of space travel with Thor and Loki would entail grabbing the Tesseract and the crown of Surtur- just to be sure. They would then pop down to Earth to drop off said infinity stone and crown, and check in on how the plan was going with Tony. Unfortunately, they had no way of contacting any of the Avengers while in space, but Naomi suspected that once they picked up the Guardians- a little later on in the plan- they would have some tips.

This time Naomi did not request to eat breakfast in her quarters, it was simply broth to her as she packed. Whether the dining hall was closed, or the guard was just assuming, she would never know. The dish had an alarming amount of meat for breakfast, at least for Naomi's taste. Back home, she generally stuck to coffee, toast, and some random fruit she pulled from the cupboard. A little guessing game, each day. It was strange to look back on what she thought was amusing, now paling in comparison to literally anything she did now. Even packing- a new assortment of clothes had been delivered along with breakfast, though she had no idea how they got her measurements. The thought was enough to shake her out of perpetual grogginess and prepare to kiss Asgard goodbye.

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The only Asgardian ships Naomi could remember seeing were the small fighter jets from Thor: The Dark World. However their needs required less firepower, and more leg room. Thankfully, Odin had been able to prepare a long-term spacecraft after his conference with Naomi. The two of them now stood, accompanied by the Princes and Heimdall, who had returned once he saw Odin re-installed. At the start of the rainbow bridge, they gathered to send off Naomi, Thor, and Loki to begin their journey through space. Unfortunately, their needs exceeded the abilities of the Bifrost, so a more permanent base was, in fact, needed.

The ship was as everything else was in Asgard: gold. That part came as no surprise to Naomi, who had actually begun to tire of the color. Asgardians really needed to hire some interior decorators to expand their color palette- it was a problem. The ship's shape was vaguely reminiscent of a viking boat- which amused Naomi to no end, confusing the present company. Its shape was long and narrow, with a large cargo hold no doubt stacked with rations, weapons and who knows what else Odin had ordered thrown in. Naomi had left the supplies up to him, seeing as she had no expertise in the area of preparing for space travel. Thankfully the viking spaceship had rockets instead of a mast, and seemed perfectly large enough for three people to live on for a while.

Naomi migrated to the side as Odin said goodbye to his sons privately, finding herself standing with Heimdall. He was actually quite intimidating, though not for any reason other than his armor and staggering height. Naomi was unusually tall for a woman, and thus wasn't all too used to being towered over. However here Heimdall was, easily standing over a foot taller than her, intimidating as all hell. There was also the fact that he could see into the past and the future- for real, something Naomi had been credited for but couldn't technically do-

"You have brought great change into this realm."

Naomi's thoughts were interrupted when the man himself spoke, staring ahead with his all-seeing eyes. Surprised by his statement, she hurriedly made her reply. "Ah, yeah, thanks?" She cursed herself internally, it wasn't meant to come out as a question. But Heimdall hadn't exactly made himself clear. Perhaps cryptic messages were simply integral to the movie dimension she was now in. Maybe, Naomi thought to herself, I'll leave a mysterious and vague message of my own someday. Somehow, it was comforting.