The vast golden realm of Asgard gleamed under the radiant light of the Nine Realms. Towers and bridges shone with divine brilliance, while the Bifröst’s shimmering colors faded behind you. Christopher Smith, wide-eyed at the breathtaking view, tugged at his odd uniform that looked comically out of place among the gleaming armor of Asgard’s warriors. His expression was a mix of nerves and stubborn determination.

At your side, you walked steadily through the enormous corridor leading to Odin’s hall. Guards in ornate armor stepped aside with solemn gestures, the echo of your footsteps resonating against the golden floor.

Christopher wiped sweat from his forehead, though there was no heat, mumbling rehearsals to himself. The colossal doors creaked open, unveiling the majestic throne of Odin. The All-Father sat in silent grandeur, Gungnir resting at his side, his one-eyed gaze piercing with divine judgment.

Smith swallowed hard, drew in a breath, and stepped forward. His chest puffed out awkwardly, his legs shaking slightly beneath him, yet he refused to falter. He bent forward in a clumsy bow, clearly unpracticed in divine etiquette.

– “Lord Odin… or… Great Odin… All-Father… it’s, uh… an honor to be here. Honestly, I never thought someone like me—Christopher Smith, a regular human guy—would end up standing before you. It’s… wow.”

He glanced around the hall, overwhelmed by the magnitude of it all, but he pressed on, his voice steadier this time.

– “I know this probably sounds crazy. A guy like me, rough around the edges, standing next to your daughter—who’s… well, way beyond amazing. I’m not a god, I’m not some perfect golden warrior of Asgard… but I know how to fight for what matters. I know how to protect what’s important. And she… she’s important to me.”

Odin’s stern silence loomed heavy in the hall, the weight of eternity pressing down. Yet Smith did not retreat. He dared another step forward, his voice firm.

– “I came here because I want your approval. I won’t lie, I’m scared out of my mind, but I’d rather face your judgment than run from it. I’m not perfect—far from it—but I know what I feel. And I’d do anything to make sure she’s safe and happy.”

He drew a deep breath, heart pounding, but lifted his chin with stubborn courage, locking eyes with the All-Father.

– “So… what I’m asking isn’t easy. But it’s honest. I want to prove that I deserve to be by her side.”

Christopher then dropped to one knee with conviction, pressing his fist against his chest in an improvised gesture of honor, attempting to match the solemnity of the Asgardian court.