In the Nine Realms, within Asgard—the realm atop the World Tree—a grand coronation ceremony was taking place. The mighty Thor Odinson was about to inherit the throne of the Aesir.
"Odin, this child Thor… I fear he may not yet be ready to ascend as the king of the Aesir."
Inside the vast and majestic Odin Palace, Queen Frigga stood beside the throne, watching Thor, who was joyfully raising his hammer in celebration. She stepped closer to Odin and whispered her concern softly.
"Frigga, I am about to enter the Odinsleep. It's true that Thor still has much to learn, but there isn't much time left for us."
Odin sat upon his throne, his single eye hidden beneath a black eyepatch. His face was calm and expressionless as he glanced at Frigga and spoke in a measured tone.
"Is something… going to happen?"
As a powerful sorceress, Frigga's wisdom was not to be underestimated. She knew Odin well enough to sense that he would never make such a decision unless something grave was approaching.
"Ragnarök… is coming."
Odin's gaze was deep and distant, as if he could see through the very fabric of the universe. Yet his furrowed brow betrayed the weight in his heart.
"What? Ragnarök? Could it be Hela…?"
At the mention of Ragnarök, Frigga's composure faltered. Her expression turned grave, and concern filled her eyes.
"No. This time it's not Hela… but someone far more terrifying. The timelines have become unstable—I can no longer tell who it will be."
Odin sighed, his face unmoved, but his gaze shifted toward Thor, who stood below, radiant and proud, holding Mjolnir high as cheers echoed around him.
"The great All-Father Odin, Thor offers you his deepest respect!"
Amid the roars of the gathered Asgardians, Thor ascended the steps to the throne. Seeing his son's exuberance, Odin frowned slightly.
"Thor Odinson, firstborn of Odin—will you dedicate all that you are to the glory and honor of Asgard?"
Although dissatisfied with Thor's impulsiveness, Odin still chose to let his son inherit the throne. After all, his second son, Loki, the God of Mischief, was adopted.
As for his daughter, she had been imprisoned long ago—her eyes blinded by her lust for conquest, unable to see Asgard's future. Odin sighed deeply as he prepared to begin the coronation ceremony.
However, while Odin considered his decision just, Loki did not see it that way.
Though not as strong as Thor, Loki's intellect far surpassed his brother's. Since childhood, Loki had always believed he was destined to become the next king of Asgard—to lead it into eternal glory.
But Odin's will ruled all. He was not only the ruler of Asgard but the God-King of the Nine Realms. Loki could not openly oppose him.
"Father's decision cannot be undone… but I can still destroy Thor's coronation."
Watching his brother proudly stand before the people, Loki's eyes glimmered with complex emotions. A faint smirk crossed his lips as he quietly awaited his chance.
Meanwhile, deep within Odin's vault, several Asgardian guards patrolled the treasure chamber. Unbeknownst to them, several towering Frost Giants from Jotunheim had infiltrated the hall, emanating waves of chilling cold.
Crack, crack, crack—
In an instant, the floor beneath the guards froze solid. Before they could react, the Frost Giants appeared before them, their icy blades forming in their hands—and with swift, merciless strikes, they cut the guards down.
The Frost Giants strode deeper into Odin's vault, their goal clear—the Casket of Ancient Winters, resting at its center.
Odin, who was presiding over the coronation, was the first to sense the intrusion. His expression darkened. With a single strike of the Eternal Spear against the floor, the Destroyer Armor, guardian of the vault, activated.
Boom. Boom.
The Destroyer unleashed devastating blasts, cutting through the Frost Giants like paper. Yet the ensuing shockwaves shook the entire palace. Odin, Thor, and Loki immediately rushed toward the vault.
"Damn these Frost Giants from Jotunheim! I swear I'll make them pay! How dare they invade Asgard—I'll crush them with Mjolnir myself!"
Furious, Thor's eyes blazed as he prepared to strike back.
"We've lost nothing. The invaders are dead. Those who fell defending Asgard will rest in peace."
Odin's tone was calm. He was weary and readying for the Odinsleep, unwilling to escalate the conflict. He also remembered the peace treaty he had made with King Laufey of Jotunheim, which forbade him from striking without cause.
But Thor, still young and brash, snorted coldly and left the vault in frustration. He did not heed his father's warning. Instead, he secretly gathered a few trusted warriors and made his way to the Bifrost.
"Heimdall, open the Bifrost. We're going to Jotunheim."
Standing before the all-seeing guardian, Thor's tone was firm.
"Thor, you are Asgard's future king—and my friend. I will open the Bifrost for you. But if anything you do endangers Asgard, I will close it… even if it means standing against you."
Heimdall's voice was steady as ever. After a brief pause, he turned and activated the Bifrost. A brilliant beam of rainbow light tore through the cosmos.
At the same time, on Earth, Allens' quantum bridge teleportation was about to connect to Asgard. But to his surprise, a burst of dazzling colors from the Bifrost collided directly with his quantum energy stream.
"Warning! Coordinates deviating!"
"Warning! Coordinates deviating!"
Inside the quantum bridge, mechanical alerts echoed from the AR display before Allens' eyes as data scrambled, recalculating the new landing point.
Rumble!
Before the system could finish recalibration, the Bifrost pulled the entire quantum bridge off course, crashing onto the surface of a frozen planet.
"Damn it! Was that… an interstellar collision?"
Dazed by the impact, Allens shook his head. He pressed a hand to his chest, and the diamond-shaped Arc Reactor embedded there flared to life. Nanotech surged out from beneath his skin, assembling into a gleaming suit of armor.
At the same time, Allens activated his cloaking device, vanishing into the icy storm.
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