Sunlight seeped into Odin's throne room, stretching shadows across polished marble and ancient banners. With the All Father's power, the cosmos was never far from his sight. Often, his thoughts wandered to restless realms, but this dawn, his gaze was fixed on Midgard—in the desert, where two figures lingered near the fallen hammer.
With his one eye, Odin watched as Thor strained and failed to lift Mjolnir, his pride wounded more deeply than his strength could show. Yet Odin's eye did not rest on his son alone. Not far from him, another goddess moved among mortals with disarming ease. Freya. Too sharp, too radiant to pass as mortal. Her magic shimmered around a strange child who dared test the hammer's worth.
Odin's hand tightened on Gungnir. Every spark of her power rippled against his old enchantments. Fate's threads were tangling in dangerous ways. This was no longer just about Thor's worthiness, but the mingling of unknown pantheons on Midgard. Such meddling could plunge the realm into chaos, and Thor would stand at its center.
Resolute, Odin rose from the throne. He would confront this goddess and learn her intent. But before he could leave, the palace wards flared. A tremor rippled through the vaults—frost and shadow leaking from doors long sealed.
Abandoning his plan, Odin strode through rune-lit corridors, each step ringing with centuries of command. The vault doors parted, and there he saw Loki bathed in the icy glow of the Casket of Ancient Winters.
Odin's chest tightened. "What are you doing, Loki?" His voice was a thunderous rumble, steady but heavy.
Loki turned, fury and hurt flickering in his eyes. "You lied to me. All this time, I was never your son. I was in exile, and smuggled into your house."
Odin's heart sank. He tried to explain—the war with the Frost Giants, the boy abandoned to die, the choice to raise him as his own. He had dreamed of two sons, united in rule. But each word twisted the knife deeper. Loki heard only betrayal.
Their voices clashed, rising and falling, each revelation striking like a blade. Years of silence and doubt spilled into anger and accusation. The strain grew too great, even for the Allfather. His grip on Gungnir weakened, and his frame faltered. Light dimmed in his eye, and with a final, weary breath, Odin collapsed into the golden embrace of the Odin Sleep.
Loki stood frozen, torn between triumph, fear, and grief, as the father who had raised him sank into a vulnerable slumber.
Far across the realms, Freya's magic still brushed against Mjolnir, and Lily's small hand clutched its handle. Thor, unknowing of his father's fall, stared at the hammer under the desert sun—it was a silent reminder of his unworthiness, even as the destiny of worlds shifted beyond his sight.
Not long after, gods and mortals alike found themselves not beneath the open sky, but within steel walls and watchful eyes—where judgment would come not from fate, but from S.H.I.E.L.D.
The hum of servers filled the operations room, but behind reinforced glass, the briefing chamber was silent. A monitor flickered, showing scarabs tearing through armed men, walls crumbling under the chaos of the raid. Bodies fell in clusters.
Natasha Romanoff stood with arms crossed. When the feed cut to black, she let the silence hang before speaking. "Two hundred confirmed dead. Twenty-three more wounded. That wasn't a rescue mission. It was a slaughter."
Lily kicked her heels against the chair, unbothered. "Depends on the angle. Those guys weren't handing out cookies." She popped a candy in her mouth.
Natasha's voice stayed cool, "They were people — fathers, sons, men just doing their jobs. And your friend slaughtered them in the most grotesque ways."
Freya finally spoke, calm but edged. "Your people struck first. You took Luther's men. What did you expect? If you put his wolves in cages, he has to break the bars."
Natasha pivoted, eyes sharp. "Those weren't wolves. They were scientists building weapons that could kill Millions, which made them a threat."
"I need to remind you it was your people who needed their help, and when Iron Man storms their lab? When S.H.I.E.L.D. drags them away in chains?" Freya's gaze sharpened, voice steady. "You call it for security. I call it possession. He simply took back what was his."
Natasha didn't flinch. "And the bodies? What about the ones he cuts down without blinking?"
"Then you can join him," Freya replied softly. The tone wasn't loud, but the weight of it made Thor shift. "His nature is to discover. For him, killing thousands would speed up the process but he doesn't. He spares when he could destroy. That restraint? That is kindness."
The room grew heavy with silence. Jane looked down. Selvig fumbled with his glasses. Darcy tried to type something under the table, pretending not to care, but her lips were pressed tight; she didn't understand why this person was defending such a terrible person.
Thor finally broke the tension, slamming his mug down. "Enough of this talk! Those beasts—formidable, yes, but nothing I could not crush. With Mjolnir, I'd scatter thousands before sunset!"
Nobody had asked. Nobody even understood what he was saying, but Thor puffed up anyway, grinning as if the words themselves proved him strong.
Freya raised her hand. Mjolnir rose from the floor beside Lily and floated into her grasp. She offered it to Thor, calm as ever. "Then show us."
Thor's grin froze, then He grabbed the handle, pulled hard. Nothing. He yanked again, teeth clenched, but the hammer stayed on Freya's palm. At last, he let go, hand dropping, silence swallowing his bravado.
After this, Freya rested Mjolnir casually on the table. Her gaze never left him. "Strange, isn't it? A prince who cannot lift his own weapon."
Thor turned away, his pride cracking. Her words are a bit deeper than any blow he had taken in youth. He drank, but the mead tasted like ash.
Natasha leaned back, expression carefully neutral. But her mind raced. One unworthy prince. One goddess is far too dangerous to ignore. And a girl treating it all like a game.
'This wasn't just an interrogation anymore. It was trouble.'
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