Kal laid in the shade of a tree at the training ground and waited for the Asgardians to deal with the remaining Dark Elves. On the way, he stole several singularity grenades from dead dark elven soldiers - the kind of grenades that imploded matter and posed significant trouble even to beings such as him.
But the elf's attention was on his chat box. Picking up the Mind Stone had given him countless positive boons: He became the first lightforged elf. He gained the power to grant warcraft classes to beings. He was allowed to use both classes instead of having to change back and forth because his mind was fully reforged into one - or so he argued.
With the second infinity stone, however, Kal gained a singular boon that was three gifts and a restriction, really.
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"Friend!" Thor shouted and brought Kal out of his musings.
"Thor, how is Asgard?" Kal asked as he watched the prince run over with a huge smile on his face.
"All better, thanks to you! I've seen your magnificent prowess with the bow earlier. You've grown in strength since New York, have you not?"
"I think I have, yes," Kal admitted easily. "Hey, could you put Mjolnir down for a moment?"
"Uh, sure," Thor answered and placed Mjolnir in front of Kal when he was in hugging-distance of his friend.
With his paladin armor equipped once more, the elf blessed himself and grabbed the hammer's handle. Thor turned a little sweaty as he furiously looked up and down between his hammer and Kal. Just as Thor was about to relax and thought that nothing would happen, Kal picked up Mjolnir casually and threw it up in the air, catching it with ease.
"By Odin's beard! How in the nine realms...?" Thor stuttered in disbelief. "How are you worthy?"
"Hey, am I supposed to be offended by this?" Kal scoffed before looking at Mjolnir with narrowed eyes.
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Kal threw the original Mjolnir over to Thor as a second one slowly formed in Kal's empty hand in a red cloud reminiscent of the Aether.
Once it finished forming, Kal threw it up and down like the original Mjolnir under the dumbfounded looks of Thor and the Einherjar secretly looking on.
"Test it. I wanna know how good this copy is," Kal suggested as he threw the duplicated Mjolnir to Thor.
The Asgardian prince managed to catch this second Mjolnir out of the air and wield it just like the original.
"This is remarkable," Thor praised as he dual-wielded Mjolnirs.
"But did it come with the 'worthiness' enchantment of your father?" Kal asked as he waved Sif over, who was walking over once more. "Place them both down, and we'll see whether or not Lady Sif is worthy?"
"What am I looking at?" Sif asked in clear, evident suspicion.
"Try picking up either of these… Mjolnir. I wanna test something," Kal inquired with a smile.
With narrowed eyes toward both men, Sif moved between both hammers that were lying there with the grip pointing up and grasped both. As she stood up, only one of them remained in her hand - the other stayed on the ground.
"Huh, no copy of the enchantment. That's too bad," Kal mumbled under his breath and held his hand out to call for Mjolnir.
The one in Sif's grasp didn't react, but the one on the ground did and shot to the elf's hand. He gave it a small swing before softly lobbing it at Thor.
"Guess we can be sure whose Mjolnir is whose," Kal quipped as he took the Mjolnir in Sif's hand and took a closer look at it.
"No resemblance of sentience or sapience. No enchantment, none of the magic... for now, this is a rather cheap copy," Kal mumbled in Thalassian as he wondered what else he could use this
"Friend Kal?" Thor asked, still completely bewildered.
"Oh. Do you mind me taking this copy with me? Say the word, and it's yours," Kal offered as he held the hammer up for Thor to take. Copying Thor's signature weapon was rather rude, all things considered. And he still had enough uru from the Destroyer to forge a hammer should he need one. And, of course, the ability to now copy any uru item to get more of it should he need it.
"No... it's yours," Thor unsurely denied. "You are worthy of the original. Keep the copy..."
"Alright," Kal jovially responded and began to swing the duplicate Mjolnir around quickly like Thor did when he wanted to fly somewhere.
Moving his arm holding the spinning Mjolnir forward quickly, Kal anticipated getting dragged behind the hammer to experience flight... but nothing happened.
With an awkward look toward Thor, Kal coughed into his hand and shyly said, "I guess that only works with the original..."
"Hahaha, it's all in the wrist," Thor joked and patted Kal's shoulder. The god of thunder was glad that there was still something that didn't work in Kal's favor. "So this is just a piece of uru metal in the same shape as my hammer? And you used the Aether to make it?"
"It was a trial run. Guess I need the Soul Stone to copy the more supernatural aspects of Mjolnir," Kal explained with a wink. Only he knew that he was very likely telling the truth just now.
"Is there anything I can help you with until the Convergence? How many days from now is it, by the way? Tomorrow? Two more days? Three? Surely your people must know?"
"Three days," Thor answered after a short moment to think it over. One of his father's guards had told the king this in his presence earlier.
"Oh, really? I'll need to get back to Midgard before it. The impending Convergence blurs not only the borders between the nine realms. The threats of my world will come to this world. You will do well to gear up for more demons, too," Kal pondered out loud.
"You saved not only my mother but also Jane, I will heed your warnings. But before there will be more glorious battles, there will be a feast in your honor at nightfall," Thor offered and with a nod to Sif walked back into the palace to speak to Jane.
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Hot, wet slaps rang through the chambers of Lady Sif. Small grunts, each more passionate than the last, were followed by furniture falling over, decorations falling to the ground, her many collected weapons clattering on the stone floor.
"Harder!" The warrior goddess demanded and was met with equal enthusiasm as Kal pounded the Asgardian even harder as he roughly grabbed her bountiful tits from behind and squeezed with the use of another healing spell.
"Aahnnn," Sif moaned out and eagerly pressed her firm ass back in the same rhythm as the elf's thrust.
After the banquet, Sif - maybe jealous of Thor's attention on the Midgardian - had dragged the elf into her bedroom and immediately stripped down while demanding the same of Kal. Seeing his mighty armor just vanish on mental command, the Asgardian woman got turned even more, if that was possible.
In a bid to wrestle for power just for the sake of it, the two had made an absolute mess of her chambers, and it wasn't stopping anytime soon. There was no love involved as they went at each other - only lust.
Seeing as the two had moved close to Sif's fur covered bed, Kal suddenly threw her on top of it, face down, and before she could turn around, the elf mounted her again and pushed his hardness inside the woman's waiting, eager sheath.
Grabbing one of her arms and twisting it behind her as it rested on her own ass to help him spread it for a nice view and deeper penetration, Sif for the first time openly moaned with nothing but clear, deep arousal in her melodious voice.
"Finally," Kal jokingly remarked as he pushed his thumb into Sif's quivering asshole and earned himself another guttural moan from his conquest.
Sparingly using all kinds of healing spells to increase the Asgardian's arousal, Kal felt himself cumming and gradually increased the arousal Sif would feel. With long, deep spearing thrusts, the elf suddenly deposited a generous amount of white, elven cum inside the mewling and shivering warrior beneath him.
Letting out another grunt of satisfaction, Kal pulled himself out and let himself fall beside a panting Sif.
"What a work out," Sif quipped after a few moments of silence. "Finally made you break a sweat, too."
"You did," Kal responded with a small smile. "Want to gain some of my strength to better fight the demons? Maybe even get one over on me in the bedroom?"
Sif originally wanted to scold him for ruining the mood and then she wanted to cuss him out for daring to look down on her… but she wasn't doing this out of love and neither was he. That was clear to the both of them. And more than that, he already established that he wasn't looking down on her and other women.
"Lord Odin has not given his approval," Sif pondered out loud as she looked at the ceiling instead of Kal.
"Eh," Kal scoffed with a shrug. "Let's give him and the healers one more test subject to prod and fuss over."
Sif narrowed her eyes at Kal but eventually gave him her assent. He placed his palm on her forehead as he mounted her with a lustful smirk. Both of them took in the sight over their glistening, chiseled bodies for a moment until the yellow and red gems on Kal's wrists lit up.
[Individual with unearthed potential detected: Focus to initiate power awakening]
[Talent recognised for: Warrior, Paladin, Death Knight, Rogue, Monk, Shaman]
Despite now having two infinity stones or maybe because of it, the transformation took ten full minutes. Sif's body didn't change much, it was already toned to perfection after centuries of dedicated training and combat. But her skin somehow turned firmer, her already imposing, beautiful face gained another wild and frankly hot edge.
Sif took a deep breath and brought her hands up to her eyes as she formed fists.
"This text in my vision, is it normal?" She asked as she turned to Kal, who pondered if he should warn people beforehand for future 'classification'. Everyone so far had asked him that.
With a nod from him, Sif continued in a questioning tone, "Protection, Arms, Combat, Enhancement… level 72?"
Kal didn't even need to ask which kind of protection, warrior or paladin, because he felt the power of the Holy Light within the Asgardian. But he was surprised to hear the old profile name for the Rogue specialization. It was made obsolete with the introduction of 'Outlaw' in one of the later expansions of the game world. In Azeroth as he knew it, there had been no combat rogues, either. There were only outlaws from the very start of his two long elven lifes.
He had even asked Mathias Shaw from SI:7, one of the strongest human rogues to ever live, if he knew these peculiar 'combat specialization' skills that were in his mind. None of the elven rogues he asked ever did. He had given up hope of finding a trainer for this particular Rogue style, but it wasn't too bad. The only thing he truly wanted to learn was the area of effect skill 'Blade Flurry' from the combat tree. Other things such as the weapon masteries and skills like Kick, Backstab, and Sprint were taught to him some way or another by rogues and warriors that weren't combat rogues.
Well, he would have liked learning 'Killing Spree', an ability where the rogue would teleport to targets in a small range and strike them over and over in a short period of time while being hidden in the shadows. Instead, he now learned the Demon Hunter's Blade Dance that worked much the same. In time, he could recreate the former ability by working on incorporating the shadows with the blessing of Elune.
"You're by far the most initially powerful recipient of these powers," Kal praised with a small, impressed nod after he stopped thinking about the matter. "By gaining levels, you may unearth more potential, more skills for these 'profiles'. You should have been given an idea of what they can do?"
Sif gave him a distracted nod before she abruptly stood up and dragged Kal with her.
"We're going to the training grounds," she ordered and only stopped when Kal amusedly asked, "Naked?"
Sif looked down, mumbled, "Right," put on undergarments and a short leather skirt, and dragged the elf with her.
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"You have not heeded my orders," Odin dryly commented as he joined Kal and Sif in the training grounds the next morning.
Sif's shield was glowing golden as her sword was covered in winds. Clearly, these skills did not originally belong to Sif. As her king, he would know.
"I'm not your subject. And clearly, you've come to the understanding that I am what I say I am and do what I say I do," Kal remarked and stood firm. His training told him that Odin would not respect him if he showed deference and reverence. Respect was needed, nothing more. With two Infinity Stones, Kal was sure he could at the very least get away from the Allfather should it truly come to it... even if he can't wield them like Thanos did during the events of the Endgame.
"You are indeed what you say you are. I invite you to grant these powers to a small squadron as well as a few more of our healers. They will be our first vanguard against these demonic forces you warned us of," Odin revealed with a calculating look.
"And after that, you'll send me back to Midgard?" Kal curiously inquired - completely fine with empowering more people. He couldn't fight off the Burning Legion all alone in this reality.
"That is the plan," Odin admitted and looked at Sif for a moment before he turned and walked away.