MCU: Reincarnated as Odin's Wife
Chapter 2 – A Queen, A Teen Brain, and Too Many Gods
[ASGARD ROYAL BEDCHAMBERS – MORNING]
(Camera pans across the ornate bedroom: golden pillars, curtains embroidered with constellations, a vanity overflowing with jewels. The QUEEN'S BED is enormous, as if built for titans. On it lies "FRIGGA"… who is actually YUTA, sprawled in the least queenly way possible: blanket tangled around one leg, mouth slightly open, drooling.)
FRIGGA: Okay. Day two in Asgard. Things I've learned so far:
The pillows here are so soft you sink in like memory foam sent from the gods—literally.Royal servants don't knock. They just glide in while you're asleep and open curtains like it's a Disney princess montage.I am not Disney princess material. I'm barely passing as a functional person.(A SERVANT enters gracefully, placing a golden tray with fruits and honey on a stand. She bows.)
SERVANT: My queen, the morning feast awaits.
(Yuta jolts up, hair in chaos, blanket wrapped like a toga.)
FRIGGA: Morning feast? Not breakfast. Morning feast. Because apparently being a god means eating like The Rock bulking for a movie role.
FRIGGA(Yuta, fumbling): Yes, yes. Excellent. Uh… notify the feast that I too… will feast. Shortly.
(The servant looks politely baffled but bows again and exits. Yuta slumps.)
FRIGGA: Smooth. Totally regal. Nobody suspects that inside this goddess body… is just a Japanese teenager who failed math quizzes.
[ASGARD FEASTING HALL – MORNING]
(The hall roars with life. Dozens of Asgardian warriors eat, drink, laugh. Whole roasted animals on platters. Thor is at the center of the chaos, laughing with friends, while Loki sits at the edge, sipping wine and glaring at everyone like an emo kid dragged to brunch. Odin presides at the head, stoic.)
(Frigga/Yuta enters, trying to adopt royal poise. Everyone bows their heads slightly.)
FRIGGA: Okay. Straight spine. Calm expression. Regal energy. They don't need to know I tripped on my own bedsheet five minutes ago.
(Frigga takes her seat beside Odin. Plates of food are set before her: gleaming fruit, roasted pheasant, mead in a goblet so shiny you could do your eyeliner with it.)
ODIN: My queen. You seem… more rested.
YUTA (as Frigga, smiling politely)
Yes, husband. Very… rested. Like a phone at 100 percent battery.
(Odin raises a brow. Thor immediately grins.)
THOR: A strange metaphor, Mother! Yet somehow wise.
LOKI (dry): If by wise you mean incomprehensible
FRIGGA: Note to self: stop comparing myself to cell phones. They don't have those here. At best I'll convince Odin I'm a secret prophet of magical rectangles.
[TRAINING YARD – LATER]
(Yuta/Frigga walks with Odin, who watches young warriors sparring. Thor swings Mjolnir like it's a foam hammer, sending opponents flying. Loki lounges nearby, disinterested.)
ODIN: Thor is strong, but reckless. Loki is clever, but untrustworthy. Our sons are unbalanced.
(Yuta nods gravely, trying to look queenly.
FRIGGA: Yeah, no kidding. One's a protein bar in human form, the other's a Tumblr blog with knives.
ODIN: We must guide them wisely. What say you, my queen?
(Yuta freezes. Then blurts:)
FRIGGA (Yuta): Uh… balance is key! Thor must learn the value of… subtlety. Loki must learn the value of… push-ups.
(Odin stares at her. Silence.)
FRIGGA: Oh no. I just told the All-Father that his mischievous son needs more gym time. Abort, abort!
(But Odin, instead of anger, seems intrigued.)
ODIN: Perhaps… you are correct. Strength and subtlety. An unexpected pairing.
(Yuta exhales in relief. Thor looks confused. Loki snickers quietly.)
[FRIGGA'S PRIVATE GARDEN – AFTERNOON]
(Frigga/Yuta strolls through vines and flowers, trying to think. A group of YOUNG SORCERESSES bows, waiting for her instruction. Apparently, Frigga is their magical mentor.)
FRIGGA: Oh god. They're looking at me like I'm their Hogwarts professor. Bad news: I can barely shuffle a deck of Uno cards without messing up.
SORCERESS: My queen, will you demonstrate the vanishing charm today?
FRIGGA: (panicking internally, then forcing confidence)
Yes. Of course. Observe closely.
(He waves his hand vaguely. Nothing happens.)
(Awkward silence. The sorceresses glance at each other. Yuta bites lip, then mutters a desperate anime spell under breath.)
FRIGGA(Yuta): Uh—Shadow Clone no Jutsu!
(One of the candles flickers… then suddenly poofs out. The sorceresses gasp in awe.)
FRIGGA: Wait. That worked? That actually worked? Okay. Either Asgardian magic responds to raw confidence, or I accidentally invented Norse Naruto.
SORCERESS (awed): Your wisdom transcends us, my queen.
(Yuta forces a sage nod, sweating bullets.)
FRIGGA: Rule number four: fake magic until you accidentally succeed.
[LOKI'S ROOM – EVENING]
(Loki lounges on his bed, reading. Yuta/Frigga enters cautiously.)
LOKI: Twice in two days, Mother? You spoil me.
FRIGGA(YUTA):Well. Someone has to check on you. Otherwise, who will make sure you don't… accidentally adopt a snake and release it at dinner again?
(Loki smirks faintly, but lowers the book. He studies her.)
LOKI: You speak differently, Mother. As though… lighter. Less burdened.
(Yuta freezes. Loki's gaze is piercing, too sharp for comfort.)
FRIGGA: Crap. He's too smart. He's gonna know. He's gonna see right through me like I'm subtitles on a bad torrent rip.
FRIGGA (Yuta, fumbling)
Perhaps… I'm just seeing things with fresh eyes.
(Loki tilts his head, oddly softened by this. He closes his book.)
LOKI: ...Then I am glad. The court may not understand me, but you always will.
(Yuta feels a pang of guilt, but also determination.)
FRIGGA: If I can keep Loki on the "maybe-evil-but-still-huggable" path, maybe the universe won't implode. MCU speedrun, alternate route.
[ASGARD HALLWAYS] Frigga/Yuta practicing a royal wave in front of a mirror, ends up doing peace signs. Servants copy it in confusion.[FEAST HALL] Yuta accidentally invents "tactical grapes" again, Thor laughs harder each time.[LIBRARY] Yuta secretly reading scrolls of cosmic prophecy, muttering, "Okay, Dark World = bad. Ragnarok = worse. Infinity War = say goodbye to half the snacks."[BALCONY]
Yuta watching Odin brood, whispering: "How do I stop literally every upcoming apocalypse?"[ASGARD FEASTING HALL – NIGHT]
(The family gathers again. Odin stern, Thor cheerful, Loki cynical. Yuta steels herself: time to start changing fate.)
FRIGGA: (Yuta, casually)
So. Hypothetically. If a giant purple dude were to attack one day with a rock collection… how prepared would we be?
(Everyone stares.)
ODIN: …What?
FRIGGA: (Yuta, sweating)
Nothing! Just… queenly foresight. Always thinking ahead. Rocks. Big… scary rocks.
(Thor laughs, pounding the table. Loki narrows his eyes in suspicion.)
FRIGGA: Okay, maybe dropping the Thanos bomb this early isn't the move. Gotta pace myself. First step: survive dinner without choking on a turkey leg. Second step: survive my scripted death scene.
YUTA (V.O.)
This time, Frigga's not just Odin's wife. She's Yuta Kamiya, professional isekai survivor. And Asgard? Is about to get weird.
TO BE CONTINUED…