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Volstagg stands in the Sensoriums, scratching at his beard. "So, what you're saying is that... If I ask you for something, this room will give it to me. Anything at all, down to the last detail?"

||For the thirteenth time, yes.|| If it was possible for Stacy to feel exasperated, she was probably getting close by now. Trying to explain science to Volstagg wasn't the easiest of tasks.

"Anything."

||Anything.||

"Right!" He claps his hands together and rubs them. "First, I want my clothes!"

He could have sworn he heard something mutter about not having that much cloth in the entire ship, but his familiar pink and gold outfit wrapped itself around him. Volstagg smiles with glee, pleased at the test. "And now... Asgard. I want to see Asgard."

The room ripples, then shifts into a massive pile of rubble and masonry. Weapons, modern and old, still litter the floor, and Volstagg covers his face with a hand, holding the other one out. "No! Not this. I mean Asgard. The Golden Realm, as it was. As it should be."

The rubble, the destruction, it all instantly vanishes, replaced by a great field of stars. No longer on a stone floor, Volstagg stands solidly on a rainbow. The Bifrost, the Rainbow Bridge. And in front of him, floating majestically in the emptiness, is a great, golden city. He takes a step forward, lost in his own thoughts for a moment, when a gruff voice interrupts him. "Who goes there?"

Volstagg peers a bit, then trots to meet the tall god, wrapped in furs and armor, resting the tip of his sword against the bridge. "Ho, Heimdall! Surely you could not forget your good friend Volstagg!"

There's a moment of silence, then a snort as Heimdall waves his hand. "Forgive me, Volstagg. When I looked upon you, I felt for sure that you must be a small army."

Volstagg's chest swells with pride. "Of course, my fighting prowess could not belong to a single warrior alone!"

"Nay. I was referring to how your girth eclipsed everything in my gaze and how your thunderous footsteps upon the bridge drowned out all else."

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Ruffnut had been planning on trying out her new powers in the Sensoriums, but as was oft to happen she happened to stumble into someone else's fantasy.

Her mouth fell open in awe of this new world. It was...impressive to say the least.

"Eh?" The pair of them turn to look at her, as if instinctively sensing that she was there. Volstagg steps aside so that Heimdall can get a direct look at her, not that she needs it. "What's this?"

"A mortal, obviously." Heimdall raises an eyebrow at Volstagg, before focusing on Ruffnut. The shadows of his face seem to grow deeper, with stars expanding into them as he examines her closely. "A Viking, from the northernmost islands. Obviously not here for Valhalla." He gives Volstagg another look. "I thought they'd all died out."

Volstagg crosses his arms. A shipmate, obviously. He wouldn't have conjured her up. "Well, at least she's dressed more sensibly than Bill, son of Bills? Do not worry, friend Heimdall, I shall vouch for her!"

"It looks like you've vouched for her food enough..."

"INSOLENCE!"

Ruffnut watched the little back and forth with confusion, she as a simple creature after all not given to much pondering or foresight, "Um...hi." She raised a hand in greeting, "Didn't mean to stumble into your um...thing." She gestured to Asgard as the "Thing"

"...Thing?"

They look at each other again, a mixture of amusement and bemusement. Heimdall clears his throat, still speaking as if she wasn't there. "Did she just call the Golden Realm a... thing?"

"I will ask." Volstagg looks back at her and clears his throat. "Mortal. Did you just call Asgard a 'thing?"

Clearly, these were either very dim gods, or they were playing with her. Odin knows they had plenty of time to do that with this mortal's short lifespan.

"I guess so I mean..." Her eyes practically bugged out of her head, "A-ASGARD?!"

And it made sense now, though it didn't look at all like she imagined it from the stories the elders told at the same time how could it really? At least she was quick enough to realize she wasn't in the true place but rather, a very accurate simulation.

Still..."Wow!" Was the only word she could come up with as the weight of it settled on her.

"Asgard." The two speak in unison, then turn and grin at one another in satisfaction.

Finally, Volstagg bows to Heimdall. "Now, all-seeing one, I would like to enter. I've business within the walls."

Heimdall snorts a little. "Within the pantries, perhaps. Very well Volstagg, you may enter. And your mortal waif?"

He turns to look at her again, scratching his beard. Why not? "Girl! I am Volstagg the Voluminous. This is Heimdall the Great. Now, as a special treat, since we see so few living Vikings these days, would you care to walk through the realm of the gods with me?"

Ruffnut would have thought to inform these two massive men about the existence of at least four other Vikings on board...if she wasn't so blown away by the proposal.

"Sure!" She exclaimed like a puppy being offered a walk, "I-I mean..." She caught herself, "Yes sir!"

The two gods laugh, and Volstagg starts to move forward without another word. The massive gates to Asgard are hundreds of feet away, but the trumpets call out before he covers half the distance, and the massive doors open to reveal the grand city within. It's an odd mix of grand, ornate structures like one could see over the top of the walls and almost Viking-like designs for the smaller buildings and halls.

As Volstagg continues into the city, he peers down at Ruffnut again. "What is your name, mortal?" As one enters, the stars outside fade entirely, and it's as if they're standing in another world entirely, rather than the space between the worlds. The field of stars is replaced by blue skies, the temperature becomes slightly colder, and there's a soft breeze.

Ruffnut had to jog to keep up with him but with all the training she'd been undertaking lately that was hardly a problem. "Ruffnut of the Hairy Hooligans of Birk!" She declared proudly tipping back her helmet to get a better view of the majesty of this created world.

"Birk, Birk..." He frowns and scratches his beard. Had he heard of it? Bah, he couldn't recall. "A fine group, I'm sure."

As they continue walking, more people, more gods pass them by. Arguing with a tall, beautiful white-haired god is a mustachio'd wonder missing his right hand. A gorgeous goddess wearing all green eats a golden apple while lounging on a fountain, turning her nose up in disgust when Volstagg passes by.

Most of the crowd gives him smiles and nods if they notice him, but no one ever speaks until a pair of voices call out, cutting through the hustle and bustle of the city. "Ho there, fat one!"

The voices belong to a blond god with a goatee, wearing all green. He pokes Volstagg in the gut with his sword. "Hogun and I had been wondering where you were at. Shopping for mortals?" He peers around Volstagg curiously, grinning at Ruffnut.

The other, wearing dark blue and black, grunts. Surely, Hogun. "Be wary of peering around Volstagg, Fandral. Men have been known to fall off the world when attempting to do so."

Ruffnut was laughing, "Does everyone always comment on your weight before anything else?" She asked curiously struggling to take in all the sights around her. This was truly a mind blowing experience.

"Pfah! They are merely too dim to properly form cutting insults!" He waves his hands. "Ignore these men, for they are small of mind and import. They are not as educated as I."

Fandral snorts and sheathes his sword, wandering around to inspect Ruffnut. "Ignore Volstagg. Every time he gets depressed, he gets sloppily drunk and starts to read."

"Knave!"

"See?"

Hogun peers at her with crossed arms. "A Viking."

Volstagg grumbles, tugging at his beard. "As ever, grim one, you are a master of observation. How long has it been since the Warriors Three last sat to break fast with a mortal warrior?"

They pause to consider this, and Fandral rubs the back of his head. "...Possibly centuries. I lose track, you know mortals." So short-lived.

Ruffnut grinned proud of herself, "I am Ruffnut of the Hairy Hooligans on the Isle of Birk. Tamers of Dragons!" She added hoping to sound mildly more impressive...though the truth was that it was only one Viking in particular who had tamed a dragon. The rest just followed his lead.