(Kali P.O.V)

I screamed: Out loud, using my power, Through the strange new link along with the pain I was sharing… whatever it took to get someone to listen to me. When I normally used my power to affect minds, I was giving a ton of tiny mental suggestions, but this was more like a child crying out in pain and fear, and for what felt like an eternity, I kept up the mental shriek, hoping desperately that someone, anyone, would answer my distress. At some point I must have been allowed to black out, because once I woke up, from unconsciousness, I was the right way up. I .3surveyed the room, looking for Sadist, and my first observation was something- no, someone. That someone was a wiry man leaning against the barrier of my containment cell. I twitched in fear, thinking that this was some new tormentor, before noticing three things: one, he was most definitely not a scientist, two, the sparking stand where the command terminal Sadist was using, of which the screen was apparently ripped straight off. And three, the command terminal itself, currently being munched on by. Wait. That can’t be right…Is he eating it?!

The man who was eating the command terminal like it was a particularly juicy snack wasn’t particularly muscled, not like a rugby player or a powerlifter, but the first thing that really struck me was his thick black beard, covering up the rest of his lower face, but the other things were just as remarkable. His eyes were a warm amber shade, his face made with the beginnings of smile lines and crow’s feet. His clothes were rather similar to Thor’s, but he had a sort of hood on, made to look like the upper jaw of a wolf, and overall seemed to have more furs and such on than the silvery matter that was Thor’s normal armor. As I watched him, he finished up with the command terminal, then took from the folds of his cloak a vintage-looking bottle, gave me a glinting smile-he had got to have been sharpening his teeth, no way were those canines that pointy naturally- popped the cork using said unnaturally sharp teeth, and took a swig. Overall my impression of him was wolflike, so I began calling him Wolfguy in my head. As I was appraising him, an AIM security squadron charged into the meeting hall, presumably being called by the scientists, who had wisely begun to siddle away from the oncoming confrontation as the AIM team began making gestures, maybe trying to get him to stand down.

One of them, a Peacekeeper, gave a warning shot and hit Wolfguy’s wine bottle, splattering its contents all over his armor. Wolfguy’s face went from speculative and curious into a study of instant apoplectic rage. He turned to face the squad, spitting mad. He started screaming at them, obviously furious, but I couldn’t tell what he was saying. I tried lip-reading one of his words, and sounding out the syllable. “Argr? Wha-what does that even mean?”. One of the officers took offense to that-whatever it meant- and had a Prime Synthezoid charge at the man. It didn’t go well.

As the Prime Synthesoid swung its energy truncheon, the man just opened his mouth. A loud RRIIIIPPP was heard, even through my containment, as the Prime Synthezoid’s mighty weapon got ripped from its robotic hand and sucked towards the man’s mouth. Something strange began happening: as it got closer and closer to his open maw, the truncheon was getting smaller and smaller, until it was no larger than a toothpick as the wolf-like man’s maw closed down. He chewed for a second before swallowing and opening his mouth again. The android fared no better than the previously munched apon terminal and truncheon, as the Prime Synthezoid soon followed its tool into my mysterious visitor’s gullet. l The AIM squad started to back away, desperately calling for reinforcements as three Adaptoids charged Wolfguy at once. I watched openmouthed, as the strange, wolf-like man gave an animal grin and started the most insanely one-sided beatdown I’d ever seen.

The first attacking him was an Assault Adaptoid, which had left me with severe burns when AIM had tested it against me. It had a flame aura that burned me if it got too close, and it could bend fire to its will.

Wolfguy just ignored all of that and shoved his hand into the Adaptoid’s chest, tore it out, and grabbed the thing which had burned me so badly not so long ago by its faceless head. He then used it as a bludgeon, smashing it into the other two, like that old video of the Hulk using some goons as weapons. By now, reinforcements were pouring in, and though the space was too small to accommodate more than one dreadbot, the scientists were all out by now, except the woman who seemed to be in charge of the gassing that I received. She spared one glance over her shoulder at me and stalked away, a peacekeeper following her. A watchdog mercenary team, one of many coming into the now thoroughly wrecked hall, charged Wolfguy. Their graduation ceremony consisted of the bastards slapping on a pair of power restrainers on an Inhuman. That Inhuman was usually me. I was injected with SPIN nanobots to weaken me, released into an arena, and told to attempt to fight them. Four times, I was forced to do this, and though sometimes, I’d get off with a few bruises, more often than not, I was reduced to a bloody pulp before they’d slap on the restraints and call it a day. After the second time, I tried pacifism, but that ended up with the watchdog team being called out of the arena, while I was injected with… something. It made me turn into an unrelenting and furious beast, heedless of any wounds inflicted on me. It was a horrifying experience, and it took me being dragged out of the cell to face a new kind of exosuit to realize that scared or not, AIM wasn't going to stop its testing.

So my joy(Terror too, after all, even though they were the scum of the earth, they were still people) can’t be imagined as the furious arrival tore into them, devouring some as he had done the Prime Synthezoids and destroying others with brute strength, and as he continued his rampage, I noticed something strange; a white frost was coating everything around in the area, playing havoc on his opponents. Drones fell from the enclosed space under their own weight and the weight of the frozen mounds on them, Exos and Riotbots failed to find anything resembling purchase on the slippery ground while that person skated around them with grace and ease while he shredded the disoriented and weakened AIM troops, and everything else began to become frozen solid and stuck to each other, as the ice accumulated on their bodies. The man, too, began to change, his body steadily becoming more and more bestial; first it was just his arms, growing sliver white fur, then a pair of ears popping up on his head, and it kept going until the wolf-like man was an actual white werewolf, slicing through AIM's forces like a hot knife through butter. It did not take him thirty seconds of slaughter to systematically dismantle a small army of AIM troops. The blast doors shut with a powerful clang, as the icy werewolf stomped on the chest of the last Stiletto Riotbot and tore its head straight off.

He gave that scary grin again, all pointy teeth and malicious joy, as he stood atop a frozen white world of ice, trapping the ones who had been tormenting me for what seemed like months, but for all I knew it was only a few weeks.

During my savior’s orgy of frozen destruction, the energy barrier was starting to flicker, the ice interfering with its mechanisms, and as he turned his attention towards my prison, that seemingly impenetrable energy barrier stopped working at all. The AI began blaring an alarm, saying something about a containment breach, but that too fell silent in another few seconds. The werewolf began approaching me, and as he did, his body started to revert, fur shrinking, tail and ears gone, and finally his eyes turned from a scintillant green back to their previous amber color. He just brushed a finger up against the restraints keeping me restrained to the chair, and they just disintegrated, and I nearly fell out of the chair before he caught me and tore off the power dampeners, which had never been off my skin in my whole time in captivity, unless I was being used to test something out. My breath began to steam, as I began to feel the biting cold the man had summoned, and my old ears and tails began popping out. Wait… Tails? Of course: that cultivation gas, and probably that horrible substance, too! It was juicing my powers! I counted three tails in total, and my metaphysical ears twitched in joy as I inspected the changes to my being. I felt stronger than ever before, but compared to Wolfguy, I had no delusions as to what, exactly, would happen if I pissed him off. He was on another level entirely.

“Ymir damn those stupid automatons, breaking my drink…” The man-monster who had ground through an armada of AIM’s best that would have ripped me apart in seconds with the casual ease of a professional marathon runner on a moderate jog now turned his attention to me. My heart was near stopping. I thought that the man had no intention of harming me, given that he just freed me, but the violence he just acted with, never mind that it was pointed towards my tormentors… “So you're the new divinity? How are you going to repay that bottle of very expensive mead that was destroyed by those fools and their automaton tools, not to mention waking me up with that-that absolutely horrid torrent of pain? And how, exactly, did you manage to become a divinity in the first place, pray tell?"

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Ah.. that was a nice warm up, the wolfman groaned inside his head. It got lonely here, all these millenia… but he had bigger fish to fry. ‘Now… let's try and see exactly how a cabal of mortals without a single drop of divine blood between them are capable of creating a new divine. And another odd thing, was that… Ambrosia?’ There were trace amounts of ambrosia in the air, a vapour that allowed the mortals the chance to ascend into a sort of minor demigod: some power, true, but a knife in the heart would kill them all the same, and the automatons from before would certainly be able to vanquish some of the weaker minor demigods. Speaking of minor demigods, he was sensing quite a few throughout this place…either an experimentational vestibule or a prison of some sort, and probably the former, given the fact that there were what looked to be scholars in the area where the new divine was contained.. But it still didn't explain the fact that there was a new divine at all, born of both my father’s and cousin’s essences, no less. You needed a lot more than ambrosia to become even the lowest kind of divinity, and one whose divine spark was kindled with the essence of two incredibly powerful gods was certainly going to be amongst the highest... A headache for a future him, then. He would extricate himself and the young divinity, then interrogate her about this new world and how primitive Midgard could possibly have the means to create a new Divine without the direct involvement of a god. Well, that he could see, at any rate.

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Kali started, again dumbfounded, at what the guy was saying. The beer, okay, she gets it. Nobody likes wasting good alcohol. The pain, too, she gets. The link must have transferred some of the pain from the-the process, and that gave her shudders just remembering. But… divinity!?! What the hell?! She wasn't a freaking goddess, otherwise AIM could never have captured her, but he also had no reason to lie. And besides, anyone wishing to deceive her would have picked something a little more down-to-earth, plus, she had no idea what AIM was trying to accomplish with her beyond some vague “Cultivation.”.“Um…Bill AIM for it, for the first one? And, I was being experimented on by AIM-a-and they injected something they called Substance-61C, that’s probably what you’re looking for, isn’t it?”

The wolfman laughed “Yes, yes, that’s all well and good, but I’m getting hungry. Can you cook?”

“Uhmm…I-I can cook you something if you get me out of here?” Kali fearfully replied. She was in training with her father to become a chef before… AIM ruined all of that. And the man seemed to be a bit of a glutton, if an extremely violent one.

“You will cook me one of this world’s meals if I help you, youngblood?” The wolf-like man seemed to have a mad smirk on his face, like a child who had found a new toy.

“Ye-Yeah, I will. Just get me ingredients and a kitchen, and I’ll make an excellent meal for you! Whatever you want, just get me out of here, please!”

The wolfman smiled, showing off his razor canines, and picked Kali up in a princess carry. “Well then, we shall have to put that to the test, don’t you think?. Let me see your cooking skills, and I may consider that repayment for waking me so rudely and abusing the empathetic link all divinities born of my father share.”

Then, through the security cameras, the director of the Site watched as the unknown intruder vanished from sight as easily as he had appeared with a mighty howl, her newest experimental project gone in his arms, despite the fact that she had made very, very sure to have the entire place shielded from teleportation abilities.

From Kali’s perspective, however, things were considerably different. The universe seemed to distend, like the world was going into spaghetti strings mode. A rip in the fabric of reality appeared, and her gluttonous rescuer jumped in, with frost on the tips of his hair and a light snowfall everywhere else, while still carrying her in princess carry.

Kali… saw things during the trip. A massive serpent, coiling around the world in an endless embrace. A hauntingly beautiful, green-clothed woman, chained to a pair of pillars while green fire burned her hands. Kali felt strangely afraid of the woman in a way that all of AIM’s experiments never managed to make her feel, as she seemed to notice her and smiled. A man, handsome and fair-featured, drinking a cup. It felt like an eternity condensed into a single moment in time.

And then, they were elsewhere, in front of a luxurious kitchen that had all the modern implements, from a smoking gun contraption to a wide assortment of pots and pans, as well as a fridge and pantry. Even a small dining table, a bit away from the kitchen area. Wolfguy put her down and allowed her to catch her breath.

“Well? Here is your kitchen and your ingredients. Cook me something up, little godling.” Seeing the look of confusion on her face, he explained, “The kitchen was a gift from my mother. When she saw how much I ate, she gave me a pocket dimension that exists inside me. It’s only the size of a particularly large room, but it has a kitchen with powerful magic that’s always stocked with whatever the kitchen thinks might make a good meal, so I could always make my food on the go, as well as whatever tools the chef knows of. And since the food is constantly marinating in the kitchen’s passive magic and my mother’s enchantments, its good points are multiplied a thousandfold, and any inherent flaws removed. Unfortunately, for all its usefulness, it won’t actually do the cooking for me cause my old woman thought I’d turn into a lazy bum if it did everything for me.”

Kali was screaming inside from all the madness, the pain, and the absolute nonsense of the day, and the absolute bullcrap this man was spewing, and the fact that it somehow fit the facts better than anything else she had up her sleeve. Her ears turned from the stress, and she remembered one of her father’s pieces of advice: “When you feel overwhelmed, shut out the big important things that are screaming for attention and focus on the little things.” It was good advice, and so, in spite of all the things about this man that made her want to scream, tear out her hair and ask him out simultaneously, she found a small thing to concentrate on. “Well then why don’t you make some food for yourself? Why would you need me to make you food?”

The wolf-like man gave a short grunt of a laugh, and muttered, “My mother is the sweetest thing in the Nine Realms, but she doesn’t know I can’t cook for the life of me.”

“Ok-kay… I’ll make you something so good, your taste buds will explode from the flavour!” Smirked Kali with a self-assurance she most certainly didn’t feel.

If there was one thing she was confident about, it was her cooking, but when faced with a man who could fit anything into his mouth, seemed to have a black hole for a stomach, and apparently could summon such cold everything around him froze solid, Kali didn’t exactly have much in the way of confidence. She swiftly checked the ingredients stocked in the supposedly magic fridge, and found cheese, tomato sauce, a few packets of sausages and bread crust, alongside olives, basel, and oregano as well as all kinds of sauces. Kali then used these ingredients to create a pizza, with extra cheese, and just the right amount of spice, and as toppings, chopped sausages, olives, and a large potful of salad. The salad was composed of Basil and oregano, with minced lettuce. The salad’s flavor was enhanced with a good dollop of a creamy sauce she recognized as mayonnaise. And to wash it all down, she gave him a basic beer, because he was getting impatient and she was a cook, not a bartender.

Kali did think her cooking was pretty great, but the noises coming from this guy were definitely not PG-13. He had already eaten the extra-extra large pizza and was wolfing down the salad at a prodigious rate, assisted by the coke. She thought he’d belch at least once from all the carbonization going down his throat, but nope. Apparently not even gas could escape his belly.

Luckily, the moment she saw him start eating the pizza, she knew that even the potful of salad wouldn’t be enough to sate her strange savior.

She swiftly rummaged through the fridge,hoping that its claimed magical properties would give her something she could use to halt the seemingly unstoppable eater in front of her, and Kali found it: several tubs of different kinds of ice cream. Specifically, she found a mint flavored bucket of ice cream, alongside a vanilla ice cream container and chocolate fudge and brownies, plus some waffle cones. Kali gazed upon her salvation as a plan began to form in her mind to sate the pit in her rescuer’s stomach before he got any ideas as to how she’d taste.

She began working quickly, scooping out some of the mint flavored ice cream, and mixing it in with the brownies and fudge, and then doing the same with the sherbert and vanilla ice cream. After that, they were prepared as scoops into the waffle cone, to Kali’s gluttonous savior, who had by now finished the salad and coke and was now eyeing the ice cream greedily.

“What is this?” He asked.

“It’s ice cream. A sweet and cold snack.” Kali smirked. Hah! She’d like to see him try to vacuum this one down, she thought, before the smirk fell off of her face when she remembered that he literally just summoned a winter wonderland. Then, she internalized one of his past statements, that the kitchen would juice up anything that was in it. Hopefully, his mother’s- And thus the kitchen’s- magic would overwhelm any resistance he had to cold, enough to give him brain freeze. Maybe. She hoped.

As a matter of fact, he did try, but just before he was finished with the delectable treat, his face froze. Then he grabbed his head as a throbbing headache evolved. It felt like his brain was freezing over!

“What in Helheim did you feed me, poison? No, Mother’s kitchen will automatically adjust the ingredients to the stuff that won’t give you indigestion…

“It’s brain freeze. It happens when you eat too much ice cream at once. Don’t worry, it wears off.” Kali frowned. “What are you? You don’t seem to be aware of many things, but at the same time, you’ve got an insatiable appetite and incredible power. Plus, I’ve been lipreading you and the sounds your mouth makes don’t match the shapes your lips are making. You also said something about the Nine Realms and div-…” Oh no. Oh no. All the pieces came together in Kali’s mind to paint one startling picture. A language that automatically translates to the hearer’s native tongue, the guy not knowing he’d get brainfreeze, the fact that he referred to synthezoids as automatons, the kitchen pocket dimension, the gluttony, the fact that he was stupidly powerful, and added to the fact that he didn’t seem to regard her as being any different because she was an Inhuman, plus that strange wolf-like quality he had about him, and let’s not forget the references to godhood, which she still wasn’t totally convinced of… “Y-you’re Asgardian, aren’t you? And the only Asgardian that I’ve ever heard of is associated with cold, the power to consume others, and turn into a wolf …No, not just turn into a wolf, you are a wolf. You’re the Wolf.” Kali realized. “You’re Fenrir.”