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Vincent feels his chest tighten. This... this was huge. He could be made whole again, as whole as he ever was anyway. He would be truly recognized by Asgard. He would be part of the great and horrible prophecies. He'd dreamed of this.

And all it would cost him was his honor.

"My heart lies in my actions..." He mutters to himself, before clearing his throat and speaking.

"All-Father.... my brilliance, my power, my love, my hate, and all of my sorrow have ever been those in the measure of the gods, I would hope. I am honored to be born of the Golden Realm, to feel the call to battle as only an Asgardian-born can, but, though I have dreamed of such... this is not my path.

I have family, allies and friends, that have shaped my life as I have shaped theirs in kind. Love, given unbidden and perhaps even undeserving, has surrounded me, and I have given it in return. I was kept safe from harm, and blessed with teachings and tools. I do not seek triumph and glory in returning to them, no, I seek the fulfillment of oaths I have sworn.

To break those oaths by my actions, or allow my inaction to let them break on their own, even in the face of the end of all things, would undo all that I am and render all I might do, in the service of any realm, worthless. Though even without my aid I would trust them with the life of all of Midgard, so long as I draw breath they shall not face this hour without me." Vincent tries to stop his knees from shaking, keeping his spine rigid as he never lets his gaze fall away from Odin's sole eye.

"Asgard's blood courses in my veins, even if the god-eater spat me out, and I will always be ready and honored to answer the Golden Realm's call for aid, but I am Vincent von Doom, of Midgard, of the Fantastic Four, and my family needs me. I will go to them, even if the Bifrost is shattered and I must crawl on my belly through the reaches of Jotunheim and Hel to seek a new path."