5 Interlude Peter Parker
Peter felt comfortable in her arms. Queen of Asgard. Goddess of Marriage. His grandmother. She had to be the kindest and most beautiful grandmother in the whole cosmos. He didn't deserve it. And yet he just wanted to be here. Just cuddle up to her. His heart still ached over the deaths of Aunt May and Uncle Ben. They were snatched from him so suddenly. However, Peter remembered the words Uncle Ben once said to him when he asked why other children had parents and his parents were dead. Uncle told him that fate take our treasures to give them back to us in a different form.The fate took his family away. Mom, Dad, Uncle and Aunt. Also grandparents he never knew. Yet Peter got Sylvie, Owen, Mrs. Stella and Mr. Loki. Also new grandmother. What did they see in it? He was just an ordinary kid from Queens! His new grandmother looked like a fairy in a fairy tale. She had beautiful honey-colored hair, a smile that said she knew it all, and gentle fingers that clearly had experience comforting little boys earlier.
"How did you find me? I was dying and you are here," said Peter, looking into her eyes. His grandmother smiled at him. Around them, a beautiful landscape full of water and greenery, conjured up by his grandmother. Many of the plants seemed more beautiful and larger than Peter knew them. Even the roses seemed a little different. Their smell was much stronger than the one on Earth, and yet it did not irritate him. It only soothed. The calm sound of the water was like gentle singing. All of this worked to cheer Peter.
"My son told you about magic, didn't he?" his grandmother asked, stroking his head at the same time.
"Yes, he did," agreed Peter. Then a silvery, glowing ball appeared in his grandmother's hand. Grandma dropped it off for a moment, then the ball broke into silvery threads, and she began to play with those threads that twisted like snakes under her fingers.
"The whole cosmos is filled with magic. Its spark carries through the depths of the cosmos. It gives life, heals, causes many miracles, but also many nightmares. The role of a witch has always been to respect magic and use it for the good of all races. Magic is both science and art. It takes great precision and great control over magic. You touched it. In almost your last breath, you intuitively touched the depths of magic and thanks to that I was able to find you "replied grandmother and handed him one of the threads. Peter took it gently on the tip of his finger. He felt something. As if he could make this silver thread dance. And suddenly it did that thing. Astonished, Peter stared at it. Grandma was clapping her hands. Her eyes showed pride.
"How did I do it?" asked a shocked Peter as he twisted the thread that was doing pirouettes and suddenly it jumped on Grandma's head like a thin silver ornament on her hair. Grandma laughed and whispered in his ear that he was not the first boy to make a crown for her.
"Loki made you aware of this. I think you somehow touched her especially through the actions of my son. An ancient power seems to rest on you. Normally, it is very dangerous for me to be here in your mind landscape and yet I am here and there are no "Bad signs. I think magic touched you especially. I can see that I will not only teach Sylvie. You too," Grandma replied, tapping him lightly on the nose.
"Will I be a sorcerer? The real one?" Peter asked. It sounded great! Be able to protect yourself and others from evil!
"Yes, although the basics will take you around a century to learn," said Grandma.
"I won't live that long! I'm only human," said a worried Peter.
"Don't worry, I have a plan for you to live longer," Grandma replied and winked.
His grandmother and Mr. Loki were so much alike. Peter remembered Mr. Loki's soft voice singing him to sleep. Sylvie's shoulders trying to comfort him. Mrs. Stella's awkwardness, and at the same time her wise mind, to get away from the Hydra as quickly as possible. The words of Owen who assured him that he was part of this family. His new family was so strange, and yet Peter already loved her. However, he wanted to go home. For now, he had had enough of space trips.
"Grandma, I'd like to wake up," said Peter.
"It's too early for that, baby. Your body isn't ready for that. Eir will heal you and then you can get up," she replied.
"Are you sleeping too?" Peter asked.
"That's right. My body rests in my bed. If I'd been awake, I wouldn't be here," she said.
"When will Mrs. Eir heal me?" Peter asked.
"You're already in Asgard. I felt it. Eir will probably take care of you as soon as possible," Grandma replied.
"Then why don't you get up, Grandma, because I ..." Peter stuttered a little.
"Well, I put pressure on your grandfather. That's what you have to do in marriage sometimes. Until you get up, I won't wake up either," she said. Peter was confused.
Again, doubts stung him like a herd of wasps.
He lost two families in his life. Now he got a third. Although he might have died then and went to his parents, aunt and uncle. Mrs Nebula's blow might have killed him, but he survived, thanks to magic.
The magic that Mr. Loki brought into his life.
Peter could be a good magician. Show that he belongs to this strange family of gods and superhumans. He could learn magic. Peter studied the gentle landscape his grandmother had made for him.
He could heal mentally ill people this way. Calm them down. Destroy their fears. Before that, he wasn't sure who he wanted to be when he grew up. He knew he was smart. The teachers told him that. However, he was never sure what he should do when he grows up. Now he knew. He will become a wizard and help people.
Suddenly, an orange beam crackled from his fingers. Peter noticed that he could not see his grandmother's body. He could see her shadow. It was blue like the warm sea. Peter could almost hear the melody of distant travels and unknown lands. There was also the smell of the forest. The smell of the campfire. Burning purple flames to the joy of Yggdrasil. He heard the laughter of the other ladies. Yet it was all under a mighty shade of gold. Suddenly everything seemed to be sinking into the ground, and gold was sticking to everything. There is no escaping it.
Gold has ruined everything.
"You saw my soul," said grandmother. Suddenly everything was just like before. Grandma leaned over him with concern. She looked very surprised.
"It was your soul? She is very pretty. Although, why are you so afraid of gold, Grandma?" Peter asked. She smiled sadly.
"You are extremely powerful. See the soul that way. Even I can't. Regarding your question. Asgard has very high standards. Standards that I cannot match," said grandmother.
She is lying. She deceives herself. Her life was taken and she had to build a new one on the rubble. Destroyed mind, but a beautiful soul.
The voice that spoke sounded like mighty bells. Fearful, Peter looked around but found no source of the voice. The voice seemed to come from within. Grandma seemed to hear nothing.
"Is something wrong, honey?" she asked. Peter shook his head. Grandma laughed.
"You can't lie, darling. Leave that craft for Loki. What happened? What scared you?" Grandma asked.
"I heard a voice. Like bells. He said you were lying," said Peter. Then his grandmother turned pale.
"It's impossible," said Grandma, staring into Peter's eyes. She studied them for a long time. Then Peter and Grandma heard some footsteps.
Peter saw the shimmering silhouette of a man in front of him.