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SPOILERS ALERT!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THOR:RAGNAROK

~Asgard

“... What the hell is that?” Thor asks aloud, narrowing his eyes at the statue that was before him. A large gold statue of his past brother, Loki with his arms held out in a prideful manner.
The blond god makes his way towards the crowd, trying to figure out what was happening.
“Oh, brother. This is it. I take my leave…”
“You fool, you didn’t listen!”
Thor furrows his eyebrows in confusion. It was a play about the day his brother died. He glances at his father sitting in a comfortable couch, watching the play with a smile even though the acting wasn't very good… not in the least… It didn’t help that everything about the play was wrong.
Lady Cecilia stood by Odin’s side along with her son youngest son, Fenrir, which was odd in its own way. His father never cared for Cecilia and her four children in the slightest.
The lady looks away from the pathetic play as she feels someone watching her. Her expression changes from boredom to shock as she spots Thor in front of the crowd. She quickly looks away uneasily, she had a feeling this wouldn’t go well.
“... That melted this old fools heart,” the actor playing Odin says, thus ending the performance causing the audience to applaud.
Odin stands and claps, “Bravo! Bravo! Well done. Bravo.”
Cecilia claps unhappily.
Thor turns from the play and nods to Odin. “Father.”
“Oh, sh*t,” Odin whispers.
Cecilia gives him an ‘I told you so’ look, crossing her arms.
“Uh, my son, Thor, has returned! Greetings, my boy,” Odin announces somewhat awkwardly making the audience clap again.
“Hello uncle,” Fenrir greets politely with a small nod.
“That’s an interesting play, what’s it called?” Thor asks, walking closer to his father.
“The Tragedy of Loki of Asgard,” Odin quickly responds. “The people wanted to commemorate him.”
Thor nods, “Ah, indeed they should. I like the statue. A lot better looking than he was when he was alive, though. A little less weaselly, less greasy, maybe,” he says, hiding a small grin.
Cecilia covers her laugh with a rather awkward cough.
Fenrir smirks in amusment.
Odin gives an awkward and unenthusiastic laugh.
“Do you know what this is?” Thor asks, holding up a stone like crown.
“The skull of Surtur. That’s a formidable weapon!” Odin nods.
“Do me a favor. Lock this away in a vault so it doesn’t turn into a giant monster and destroy the whole planet,” Thor says, handing the skull to a nearby guard.
Odin stands, “Uh… So it’s back to Midgard for you, is it?” He asks, leaning on a pillar.
“Nope,” Thor says, tossing his hammer in the air and catching it. “I’ve been having this recurring dream lately.” He turns to his father, “Every night, I see Asgard fall into ruins.”
“That’s just a silly dream, signs of an overactive imagination,” Odin says, stepping closer to Thor with Cecilia beside him and Fenrir on his other side.
“Possibly. But then I decide to go out there and investigate. And what do I find, but the Nine Realms completely in chaos.” He tosses his hammer again, “enemies of Asgard assembling, plotting our demise… all while you, Odin, the protector of those Nine Realms are sitting here in your bathrobe eating grapes,” He says sharply.
“Yes, it is best to respect our neighbors’ freedom…” Odin says awkwardly.
“Yes, Of course, the freedom to be massacred.” Thor tosses his hammer past his father, making everyone including Odin watch it fly and return back to the man’s hand.
“Yes, besides I’ve been rather busy myself.”
“Watching theater,” Thor nods with an unamused look.
“Well, board meetings, and security council meetings…”
“You’re really gonna make me do it?”
“Do what?”
Thor takes a deep breath and throws his hammer with all his might. “You know that nothing will stop Mjolnir as it returns to my hand.” He stands behind Odin holds his hand out, calling for his hammer back. “Not even your face.”
Cecilia gasps in shock, he wouldn’t really do it would he?
Fenrir shakes his head. “Don’t do it,” he growls.
“You’ve gone quite mad. You’ll be executed for this,” Odin says, trying to stay calm.
Thor smirks, “Then I’ll see you on the other side, brother.”
“All right, I yield!” Odin panics, turning into Loki, his actual body causing the people to gasp in shock.
Thor pushes him away as he catches Mjolnir.
Loki slowly turns and forces a smile at his brother.
“Behold!” Scourge says, completely out of breath from running after the god of thunder. “Thor… Odinson-“
Loki snaps his fingers, “No.” He looks at the man unhappily. “You had one job. Just the one.” He looks back at the blond man.
“Where’s Odin?” Thor asks with a serious look.
“You just couldn’t stay away, could you?” He asks, “everything was fine without you. Asgard was prospering. You’ve ruined everything. Ask them,” Loki challenges, stepping closer and closer to Thor.
Fenrir shrugs, “I guess it was.”
“Where’s father?” He asks again. He storms towards Loki making him scrambling to back up, “Did you kill him?”
“You had what you wanted, you had the independence you asked for,” Loki trips in the couch, “whoa, whoa, whoa! Okay. I know exactly where he is.”
Cecilia rolls her eyes as she decides to step in. “Let’s go then,” she says, grabbing her husband by the ear and pulling him along.
Fenrir laughs, “You all have fun with that!” He says before running off, avoiding his mother’s irritation.

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SPOILERS ALERT!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THOR:RAGNAROK

~Asgard

“... What the hell is that?” Thor asks aloud, narrowing his eyes at the statue that was before him. A large gold statue of his past brother, Loki with his arms held out in a prideful manner.
The blond god makes his way towards the crowd, trying to figure out what was happening.
“Oh, brother. This is it. I take my leave…”
“You fool, you didn’t listen!”
Thor furrows his eyebrows in confusion. It was a play about the day his brother died. He glances at his father sitting in a comfortable couch, watching the play with a smile even though the acting wasn't very good… not in the least… It didn’t help that everything about the play was wrong.
Lady Cecilia stood by Odin’s side along with her son youngest son, Fenrir, which was odd in its own way. His father never cared for Cecilia and her four children in the slightest.
The lady looks away from the pathetic play as she feels someone watching her. Her expression changes from boredom to shock as she spots Thor in front of the crowd. She quickly looks away uneasily, she had a feeling this wouldn’t go well.
“... That melted this old fools heart,” the actor playing Odin says, thus ending the performance causing the audience to applaud.
Odin stands and claps, “Bravo! Bravo! Well done. Bravo.”
Cecilia claps unhappily.
Thor turns from the play and nods to Odin. “Father.”
“Oh, sh*t,” Odin whispers.
Cecilia gives him an ‘I told you so’ look, crossing her arms.
“Uh, my son, Thor, has returned! Greetings, my boy,” Odin announces somewhat awkwardly making the audience clap again.
“Hello uncle,” Fenrir greets politely with a small nod.
“That’s an interesting play, what’s it called?” Thor asks, walking closer to his father.
“The Tragedy of Loki of Asgard,” Odin quickly responds. “The people wanted to commemorate him.”
Thor nods, “Ah, indeed they should. I like the statue. A lot better looking than he was when he was alive, though. A little less weaselly, less greasy, maybe,” he says, hiding a small grin.
Cecilia covers her laugh with a rather awkward cough.
Fenrir smirks in amusment.
Odin gives an awkward and unenthusiastic laugh.
“Do you know what this is?” Thor asks, holding up a stone like crown.
“The skull of Surtur. That’s a formidable weapon!” Odin nods.
“Do me a favor. Lock this away in a vault so it doesn’t turn into a giant monster and destroy the whole planet,” Thor says, handing the skull to a nearby guard.
Odin stands, “Uh… So it’s back to Midgard for you, is it?” He asks, leaning on a pillar.
“Nope,” Thor says, tossing his hammer in the air and catching it. “I’ve been having this recurring dream lately.” He turns to his father, “Every night, I see Asgard fall into ruins.”
“That’s just a silly dream, signs of an overactive imagination,” Odin says, stepping closer to Thor with Cecilia beside him and Fenrir on his other side.
“Possibly. But then I decide to go out there and investigate. And what do I find, but the Nine Realms completely in chaos.” He tosses his hammer again, “enemies of Asgard assembling, plotting our demise… all while you, Odin, the protector of those Nine Realms are sitting here in your bathrobe eating grapes,” He says sharply.
“Yes, it is best to respect our neighbors’ freedom…” Odin says awkwardly.
“Yes, Of course, the freedom to be massacred.” Thor tosses his hammer past his father, making everyone including Odin watch it fly and return back to the man’s hand.
“Yes, besides I’ve been rather busy myself.”
“Watching theater,” Thor nods with an unamused look.
“Well, board meetings, and security council meetings…”
“You’re really gonna make me do it?”
“Do what?”
Thor takes a deep breath and throws his hammer with all his might. “You know that nothing will stop Mjolnir as it returns to my hand.” He stands behind Odin holds his hand out, calling for his hammer back. “Not even your face.”
Cecilia gasps in shock, he wouldn’t really do it would he?
Fenrir shakes his head. “Don’t do it,” he growls.
“You’ve gone quite mad. You’ll be executed for this,” Odin says, trying to stay calm.
Thor smirks, “Then I’ll see you on the other side, brother.”
“All right, I yield!” Odin panics, turning into Loki, his actual body causing the people to gasp in shock.
Thor pushes him away as he catches Mjolnir.
Loki slowly turns and forces a smile at his brother.
“Behold!” Scourge says, completely out of breath from running after the god of thunder. “Thor… Odinson-“
Loki snaps his fingers, “No.” He looks at the man unhappily. “You had one job. Just the one.” He looks back at the blond man.
“Where’s Odin?” Thor asks with a serious look.
“You just couldn’t stay away, could you?” He asks, “everything was fine without you. Asgard was prospering. You’ve ruined everything. Ask them,” Loki challenges, stepping closer and closer to Thor.
Fenrir shrugs, “I guess it was.”
“Where’s father?” He asks again. He storms towards Loki making him scrambling to back up, “Did you kill him?”
“You had what you wanted, you had the independence you asked for,” Loki trips in the couch, “whoa, whoa, whoa! Okay. I know exactly where he is.”
Cecilia rolls her eyes as she decides to step in. “Let’s go then,” she says, grabbing her husband by the ear and pulling him along.
Fenrir laughs, “You all have fun with that!” He says before running off, avoiding his mother’s irritation.