Marvel's Strongest Mage

"The Rainbow Bridge," Thor began, his voice deep and steady, "is how Asgard connects to the Nine Realms. We call it Bifröst—a road to the heavens."

He stood in front of a big digital screen, which was covered in layers of encrypted data, star charts, and swirling runic symbols—centuries of myth and science all pointing to the same truth.

Thor was laying out a plan to cross between worlds.

Daniel stood quietly off to the side, listening intently. Thor's gaze kept flicking to him, almost as if he was seeking approval or help—ignoring the others in the room. No one interrupted: not Coulson, who scribbled notes with diplomatic seriousness; not Tony Stark, whose usual sharp jokes were replaced with silence; certainly not Jane Foster or Professor Selvig, who could only stare in disbelief as their reality shifted.

For Jane and Selvig, things like the World Tree had always been legend—until now, when myth had started merging into fact.

"Normally," Thor said, turning to the whole group, "no one can summon the Rainbow Bridge without Heimdall's permission. He's its guardian—no one passes without his blessing."

Daniel's brow furrowed. He knew Heimdall—the all-seeing sentinel of Asgard. If Heimdall had actually locked Thor out, things were serious.

Coulson chimed in, "What about… less official routes?"

Thor nodded. "There is one. Odin's spear—Gungnir. It's more than a weapon; it's a divine link. With Gungnir, you can summon the Bridge, even if Heimdall says no."

He hesitated, voice dropping. "But… Loki has Gungnir now."

The mood sank. Stark let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. "So let's get this straight: Loki's got a cosmic death stick and an attitude problem. Awesome."

Thor laughed, but it was bitter. "Had I known that on the Manhattan Bridge, I'd have stopped him myself."

Stark and Coulson exchanged nervous glances. If Thor had used his full power during that fight, the bridge would have collapsed, killing hundreds.

Thor shifted his attention back to Daniel. "I have another idea. I'm going to build a rune array here on Earth—an artificial conduit to summon the Rainbow Bridge."

Daniel tensed, his mind already calculating. "Theoretically, sure. The bridge works through runes—a kind of cosmic circuitry. If we copy the design, it could work."

Stark raised an eyebrow. "But…?"

Daniel nodded. "But opening the Bridge is only step one. You'd need an unbelievable amount of energy to hold it open. We're not talking about charging your phone—you'd need more power than every nuclear plant on Earth combined."

Coulson gasped. "You're serious?"

"Completely." Daniel glanced at him. "Just think how much juice it takes to rip a hole through space."

He left unsaid what they all knew: Asgard was unimaginably far away. Without Odin's vault and its artifacts, even Mjolnir wouldn't be enough.

Stark muttered that they'd need every arc reactor in the world. He wasn't joking.

Thor suddenly straightened, confidence radiating from him. "We have two hammers now."

Daniel blinked. "You mean—using both Mjolnirs as conductors?"

Thor smiled. "Exactly."

Daniel paused, then nodded. It was unorthodox, but possible. Both hammers could pull raw energy from the sky—from the Earth's magnetic field, from storm clouds, even the ionosphere. During a heavy storm, that power could multiply.

If they timed it right, the two hammers might create enough energy to open the Bridge, even just for a moment—just enough to send someone home.

Daniel murmured, "So the hammer isn't just a weapon—it's a battery. A living lightning rod."

"Precisely." Thor grinned.

"But getting the runes right is everything," Daniel warned. "One wrong mark, and we're not opening a door—we're blowing up everything."

Thor pulled out a battered parchment and handed it to Daniel. "I drew this years ago—memorized every journey I made on the Bridge. These are the original glyphs."

The parchment crackled in Daniel's hands, the symbols dancing in complex, beautiful patterns across the paper.

Daniel studied it, instantly realizing how careful he'd have to be with the placement.

"We'll need somewhere special," Daniel said. "Somewhere the world's magical leylines intersect. Otherwise, the array won't work."

Thor nodded. "I'm sure you can find it."

Daniel braced himself. "Yeah… no pressure."

They spent the night cross-referencing magical maps, satellite images, and every leyline crossing in North America. They needed to find a spot where cosmic and earthly energy merged, the perfect fuel for their plan.

By midnight, Daniel had narrowed it to three sites. By sunrise, he'd picked the best one.

Now came the hardest part:

Drawing the circle. Carving the runes. Channeling enough lightning to punch a hole through the stars.

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