Herobrine in Marvel...again

"So, there is a way to travel between realms without getting lost, Lord Herobrine, I didn't know someone was capable of such feats, it is truly enlightening, but what I am curious is are you the being known as 'the Player?'" Lady Ianite asked calmly sipping a tea or whatever it was called as Herobrine sat across her gazing at the lively End City.

Hearing her question, he nodded. "Yeah, it is one of my titles. It looks like my mark on the End was deeper than I thought," he said with a chuckle, knowing she was referring to his in-game avatar when he entered the End for the first time to slay the Ender Dragon.

"You definitely did," Ianite glanced at Velyra who was sitting with them in her human form practically trying to shrink herself to become non-existent but was clearly failing too, continuing "In fact, Velyra starts shivering every time she hears anything about you...that makes me want to ask why did you slay Velyra." Her question was purely out of curiosity.

Herobrine raised an eyebrow, momentarily surprised by her lack of anger. Most deities he encountered held grudges for less. But Ianite seemed genuinely curious, not hostile. 'Good,' he thought. 'No unnecessary drama, I don't want conflicts just because he killed the Ender Dragon in the game.'

"Well," Ender began, a mischievous gleam in his glowing eyes, "back then, Velyra was... let's say, a bit of a berserker." He tilted his head toward the shrinking dragoness. "She attacked anything that so much as twitched in her line of sight."

Ianite chuckled softly, while Velyra's face turned a shade darker, clearly mortified. "Go on," Ianite urged, her voice laced with amusement.

"She did the same to me," Ender continued, ignoring the audible groan from Velyra. "I was just trying to explore the End Cities—" he lied, knowing full well he had come to slay the Ender Dragon, "—but she decided to entertain herself by attacking me. I humored her for a while, but eventually, she got on my nerves. So, I killed her."

Ianite's serene expression cracked slightly at the casual way he said it. Her lips twitched as if suppressing a smile, while Velyra let out a strangled sound of disbelief.

"You... entertained her?" Ianite repeated, clearly holding back laughter. "How did you kill her, if I may ask?"

Ender leaned forward slightly, his smirk deepening. "Beds."

Ianite blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Beds?"

"Oh yeah," Ender said with mock seriousness. "They explode in the End, you know. Very efficient dragon-slaying tools." He shot a sideways glance at Velyra, who looked like she wanted to disappear into the void. "Though to be fair, I also killed her a few other times. With a sword. And maybe a few arrows."

Ianite's eyebrow arched. "A few other times? Velyra, you didn't mention this part."

Velyra attempted to bolt, her human form shimmering with the beginnings of teleportation, but Ianite lazily waved her hand, locking the dragoness in place with spatial magic. "Oh no, dear," Ianite teased, her smirk widening. "It's impolite to leave in the middle of a meeting."

Velyra whined softly, looking at Ender with pleading eyes. "You don't have to tell her everything, you know," she muttered.

Ender, thoroughly enjoying himself, shrugged. "Hey, she asked. And it's not my fault you were a little too... persistent back then."

Ianite's melodic laughter echoed through the room as she reclined in her chair. "Persistent? I think you mean stubbornly berserk. No wonder she's like this around you. You traumatized her."

Velyra shot a betrayed look, clearly horrified by the teasing, while Herobrine simply chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Well, at least she learned her lesson... eventually." He gave a lazy shrug. "Still, it's good to see she can be civil now when she's not trying to bite my head off."

Velyra huffed in frustration, clearly ready to end her existence in any way possible rather than endure another second of this conversation. Ianite caught the look and suppressed a smile, then leaned forward as the mood shifted to a more serious tone.

"So, Herobrine," she asked, her voice calm but tinged with curiosity, "Would you care to elaborate on why you came to the End?"

Herobrine's smirk didn't falter, and he waved a hand around the End City as if dismissing the question. "Hmm, I just wanted to see if I could find something or someone other than myself in this Minecraft world. And, well, it was a pleasant surprise to stumble upon you, Velyra, and this whole End City."

Ianite nodded thoughtfully, her gaze steady, but her suspicions were piqued. "But I presume there is more to it than that?"

Herobrine's smirk deepened, his glowing eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint. "Yeah, you see, I have an Ender Dragon egg. I have tried to make it hatch for years, but no luck. Then, when I saw Velyra—"

Ianite interrupted with a sharp intake of breath, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Wait. So you tried to get her to incubate the egg?" Her voice was full of suspicion, as she began to connect the dots.

Herobrine's face blanked for a second as the realization hit him, and Ianite shot a baffled look at Velyra, who was now suddenly averting her gaze, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "What? No! I didn't—" he sputtered, completely caught off guard. "What the hell, Velyra? Why are you blushing?! Nothing like that happened!"

Ianite's eyes narrowed, suspicion quickly giving way to something else entirely. She looked from Velyra to Herobrine, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Wait," she said, raising an eyebrow. "How did you get Velyra's egg? Did you two...?" Her voice trailed off, her smirk turning into a sly grin.

Velyra's face turned even redder, and she hunched in on herself, attempting to hide her embarrassment by pretending to be intensely interested in the patterns of the stone floor. "I—It's nothing like that!" she muttered, her voice trembling as if she were a newlywed bride caught in the middle of an awkward misunderstanding.

Herobrine groaned inwardly, trying to dispel the absurd image that had just been planted in his mind. "I just... found it, okay?!" he snapped, his eyes flicking between the two with a mix of confusion and frustration. "I didn't do anything weird with Velyra and egg! This whole situation is ridiculous!"

Ianite leaned back, folding her hands in her lap, her smile widening. "I don't know, Herobrine. You did say you were trying to get her to incubate it. Maybe you are a little more... creative than you let on." Her voice was teasing, but there was an underlying amusement in her tone.

Velyra's face was practically glowing red at this point, and she muttered something incoherent under her breath, clearly wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole.

Herobrine shot her a desperate look, realizing how much worse this was getting by the second. "I didn't—" he started, but Velyra suddenly stood up, her face a mix of embarrassment and fury, and bolted out of the room with an almost comical speed.

Ianite watched her leave with a knowing smile. "It's a shame," she said innocently, sipping her tea. "I thought I would get a good story about how this all came to be."

Herobrine let out an exasperated sigh and slumped back in his seat. "Great. Now look what you've done."

Ianite chuckled softly, completely enjoying the scene. "Well, now that we have cleared that up..." she said, her tone shifting back to the original inquiry, "tell me more about your world."

After some more back-and-forth about the nuances of the End and its residents, Ianite finally spoke again, her voice measured, yet with a hint of urgency.

"So, you are also the ruler of the Overworld, the realm where Endizens get lost due to occasional rifts. Forgive me, Lord Herobrine, but may I ask you to return those Endizens back to the End? I am willing to agree to any of your demands, as long as it is within reasonable bounds."

The sheer respect in her words, coupled with the genuine plea, took Herobrine by surprise. Ianite had always been a calm and poised individual, but this moment seemed to show an added level of sincerity. It was rare for someone to ask him for something with such deference.

Herobrine's brow furrowed for a moment as he thought. He had been aware of the strange rifts causing Endizens to wander into the Overworld for quite some time. It had always been a mystery to him why the dimensional rifts had begun to occur more frequently. The End's citizens had been finding their way into the Overworld, mostly lost, confused, and disoriented, and although Ender had kept an eye on them, curious about the cause, he hadn't made any effort to send them back.

Somehow, they had stumbled upon the realm of the Overworld, creating chaos and confusion, and although their presence wasn't causing irreparable damage, it had made the balance of the worlds more volatile than he liked.

Herobrine's gaze softened as he considered Ianite's words. He hadn't expected her to care so much about the well-being of the Endizens. After all, she wasn't from the End herself—she was an ancient goddess. But it was clear that her sense of balance had led her to see the issue as something to be resolved, for the sake of both realms.

"No problem, Lady Ianite," Herobrine said after a brief pause, his voice calm but laced with the weight of an unspoken promise. "As for the favor, I will keep that in mind."

There was a small, sly smile on his lips as he spoke, but his tone held sincerity. "Though it may take a day or two for the arrangements."

He could easily return the Endizens to their rightful home with a snap of his fingers, but he knew it wouldn't be as simple as that. He didn't trust the rifts fully; the reason for their occurrence was still an enigma. And despite how powerful he was, Herobrine knew better than to ignore potential risks, especially when dealing with a mysterious force as unpredictable as the dimensional rifts.

Herobrine leaned forward, his piercing gaze locking onto Ianite's. "You see, I have been keeping a very close eye on them. These Endizens weren't just pulled into the Overworld by mere chance. Someone, or something, is creating those rifts, and I suspect it's not just a random anomaly. I have been observing them, and while they haven't caused any serious problems, I don't want to risk whatever is pulling them here causing more issues in the future."

He looked away, his thoughts drifting for a moment before turning back to Ianite. "It might take a little more than just returning them. I will need to make sure the rifts are closed for good before I do. I am not keen on leaving things half-done, especially with something as unstable as this."

Ianite nodded in agreement, her expression thoughtful. "I understand, Lord Herobrine. I trust you to take the necessary steps."

Herobrine gave a small, appreciative nod in return. "Thank you for your patience, Lady Ianite. Rest assured, I won't leave this unresolved."

The two of them sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the conversation hanging in the air, before Ianite stood and gave a final bow.

"Then I shall await your word, Lord Herobrine."

As she left, Herobrine's eyes flickered briefly toward Velyra, who had returned from her earlier escape, her face still flushed but now looking more composed. He couldn't help but smirk at the absurdity of it all. Still, there were matters that needed his attention, and the rifts were only the beginning.

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😭😭 I basically speed runned the chapters.