As time resumed for only the almost defeated queen, she awakened not in a bedchamber or a healing pod, no at the feet of the one who took her daughter, defiled her very realm, and had her stripped of her most powerful artefacts.
Her body still broken and abused, tanking Mjolnir had taken more out of her than it should have, but the very extension of her mind her wisdom her domain has failed her, spectacularly at that. Her mind more than just muddled and confused, she still had it in her even with a fried mind to identify an enemy.
But with blood gushing from her nostrils, her eyes bloodshot, wisdom spilled forth form it, befret of options she would not go down without a fight, for death was but a temporary seatback for her kind.
All that made her rethink her fletching as much as her teeth at, wasn't the spear, her Gungnir scratching her chin, now it lay in the very price she riddled for ripping into her mind in her already weakened state before she could even muster thoughts of resistance.
No queen, much less a primordial god queen would abdicate and humble herself, without being crushed, humiliated or under threat off something she couldn't endure otherwise.
All Noel had to do was raise his arm, and bring a frozen Thora closer to the spear. As the buddle of time left her and the mother got a lock at her most powerful daughter that enjoyed to be thoroughly ravished. The tail end still massaging her needy holes, she wasn't in her right mind by choice, "Thora swear your undying loyalty for all eternity in all matters to me on the spear Gungnir! Subjugate yourself for me please", was Noel had to say to his newest servant.
The eyes of mother and daughter meet, one looked away, and opened her mouth, " I Thora daughter of Odina swear undying loyalty for all eternity in all matters to my master on the Gungnir!", she practically stammered, her cheeks red as she knew very well that she gave up all agency in this world and maybe the next with those few words.
Betrayal of family, of her kingdom, and her ordained tasks, but she didn't care the warrior goddess was simple in that she could live and accept that they never had a real chance the second her hammer was lost and by the time he had two stones it was over. They were his servants now and maybe that was better than being his enemy. Thora was happy to be a price of victory, for it aligned with her domain and power as a warrior goddess and fighter to the bone, she was defeated, ravished and loved and more she didn't need or have to desire.
Tears of blood and wine welled down the checks of the Queen, her wisdom was leaving her and the knowledge that the mind stone in the hand of magician, was subverting her mind almost the same way she tried to do too her opposite wasn't helping. It was ripping and tearing not by design as the intent was to explore her faculties and touch upon it nothing more, but in such a crude and uncouth way she had to scream at it.
If that creature was too rule them they were doomed. But the realigning spear was once more touching upon her skin, aimed at her trout ready to strike both knew it that was an fools errant, and that way wasn't going to bring the wished results but still it was an act meant to serve a point, but a bargain could be had.
It could be called a second awakening as the dilation of frozen time passed and the enemy they were just in fierce combat with long misplaced, their comrades still sprawled around the ground for a long time their injuries will haunt them.
No her Majesty was missing just as well from the scene of earlier conflict, a few gasps of confusion, of pain as some put their legs once more to work, but no, it was only until they put their minds to conforming the status of the rest of royalty that they saw someone next to the many wives of the Queen.
Waiting the gasps of the crowd, waiting to be the very centre of attention, Noel only ordered "Kiss it!", and the Queen did with little reluctance a maybe more madness and desire than she should have at least in Noels eyes. As a warrior goddess like her daughter she, never tasted defeat, yes she was more of trickster goddess, more aligned with magic runes and divination, and death changed nothing about how the daughter came after the mother.
Neither liked losing or failing in general, but for the one man with enough power to scratch a very special itch exceptions were to be made. The many guards and other watchers, they couldn't help themselves but get red all over. Liquids they couldn't name pulled in most embarrassing scenes beneath them, the many wives of Odina couldn't tell what they were watching or why their bodies were reacting with a throbbing need and desire, their hearts pounding, their hands out of control going lower and lower all over their fine bodies, yes the Mind Stone was a useful tool.
A man an almost mythical creature, after a future Noel most likely warped reality to the point that they retroactively never existed and everything still functions, it certainly is an experience living through such a dysfunctional timeline.
Guards with broken limbs came running only to start masturbating the pain away, Odina herself started going to town on Noel. All while her still had possession of all her artefacts and while he was coping most of her understanding of both magic and runes without the stone it wouldn't have made sense to him if not outright crippled his mind for a time were now not a t his strongest but even then it would have been sufficient as mental pollution.
She looked into his eyes and maybe his very soul, whenever she looked up, it did please her to have something besides another woman in such an intimate act. Many onlookers couldn't wrap their pretty heads around what was happening why they felt, as if the cores of their bodies were on fire or why there feet refused to approach the throne.
None of the many partners of the Lady herself scattered around the throne, some even in arm's length of the offender himself, id anything besides exploring themselves keeping to themselves even as their eyes roamed his body.
The queen had enough just sucking it wasn't enough anymore for her, so even as her lower folds were explored by tentacles to appease her more than anything, she rose to her full height and slammed her self onto him.
Slight gasps left both as she aggressively lowered herself, taking in his full height at once. Giving all onlookers a perfect view of her and her lord's privates, as the continued to slam into each other.
Neither stooped thrusting as the atmosphere only turned all the more charged, Thora still bound in tentacles could struggle all she wanted for as long as Noel had her belt of strength there was no supernatural creature in her mythology that had more physical than might him. She wished she could and would fight for it, to join but well so did Time and maybe the infantile Intellect of the Mind Stone, Noel knew but he wished to establish himself a bit more.
What did it mean if a Queen kneels to you and only you when no one knows about it, there would be no way to leverage it against her or her kingdom, especially if you just did and decapitation strike and annexed her realm it into your empire, you had to make word spread or buy the favour of the people.
To buy of the people in order to hold of rebellious, favours would do, what did gods whose main part of diet were golden apples of youth, there was one thing all the citizen as powerful as they were lacked, a male partner, and so the time to abuse clones came once more.
"I am cumming!", and with these words spoken to his newest partner, she intensified her movements, and clenched her inner muscles to receive what might soon be a new heir.
White left the lower folds of the queen in gallons mixed with her own juices. It would be an enormous embarrassment, if she wasn't promised for her entire realm to join them and be governed fairly with minimal interferences of Noels other provinces.
It became almost time for this spectacle too escalate, so wordlessly he chanted not once not thrice but abusing combination magic to weave coupled with his endless pool of energies more spells than any one should. Populating the castle in something he shouldn't have, clones of him at his highest with stats that weren't meant to ever be achieved.
Now several hundred Noels of the latest most optimized and grafted version roamed the castle and teleported away within seconds, scattering among the realm to spread.
He himself would have to quell the burning lust of all within the throne room.
And so he reached out as ruler of one fourth of this reality he, started to loosely share the power of his or rather the Mind stones with his network, in order to accelerate the timetable of finding the rest.
Locating a little hiding hole with two little damsels and fingering inside ones brain cancer till the authority of on eighth of reality came out was the easy part, but was a story for another time.
Infiltrating an American Revolution movement in order to get their super weapon that might scorch the earth's crust into ashes, nothing is really hard with mind control.