The golden halls of Asgard shimmered brighter than ever. The Bifrost spires were decorated with banners of crimson and gold, and the air buzzed with the anticipation of a realm welcoming its two princes into their next era.
Thor stood proudly in armor polished to mirror brightness, and Loki—dressed in emeralds and obsidian threads—wore a sly, satisfied smirk, as if he already knew things others didn't.
Odin raised Gungnir, his voice echoing through the heavens.
"Let Asgard witness the coronation of my sons: Thor Odinson and Loki Laufeyson."
Thunder boomed. Illusionary fireworks exploded. The crowds roared.
And Roy just clapped politely, sipping wine as if this was merely another Tuesday.
Thor Challenges Roy
After the ceremony, festivities spilled into the training arena. Thor, cheeks flushed with pride, marched over to Roy.
Thor: "Brother-in-arms! Let us spar! Celebrate with strength!"
Roy: "You sure?"
He didn't even look up from casually inspecting a dagger.
Thor: "I am always sure!"
Five minutes later, Thor tasted dirt.
Roy hadn't even broken a sweat—sidestepping, redirecting, and lightly tapping Thor with enough force to send him spinning.
Loki recorded the whole thing.
Every. Single. Embarrassing. Second.
The moment Thor hit the ground face-first, Loki was already on his back, kicking his feet, laughing so hard his illusions flickered.
Loki: "I shall treasure this forever."
He instantly rewound the clip magically so Thor's defeat repeated on loop. Thor groaned into the floor.
Roy Introduces Tusk
Roy waved Tusk over—a towering creature whose presence radiated ancient wisdom and raw force. Loki's gleeful grin froze into pure fascination.
Tusk bowed respectfully.
"I sense a spark in this one."
Loki's eyes widened.
"You… can teach magic that predates Yggdrasil's recorded history?"
Tusk: "I can."
And that was it—Loki practically glued himself to Tusk's side, absorbing ancient magic theories like a starved scholar discovering an infinite library.
Hela Bonds With Her Brothers
Later, in the gardens of Idunn's orchard, Hela appeared—calm, confident, her aura no longer shadowed by rage.
Thor stepped forward.
Thor: "Sister! Let us bond as siblings do. A duel!"
Loki immediately started recording.
Hela didn't even summon her full power.
She simply flicked her wrist.
Thor crashed into the ground so hard that a crater formed.
Loki fell over laughing, screaming,
"TWICE IN ONE DAY!"
Roy high-fived him.
Hela helped Thor up, patting his shoulder.
"You're improving. Slightly."
Thor groaned.
Meeting in the Void — Roy & TOAA
Later that night, after the festivities, Roy stepped into the edge of reality itself—into The Void Beyond All Things, where only silence and starlight existed.
TOAA—looking like a man in simple robes, serene and amused—was waiting with a bottle of cosmic wine.
TOAA: "Roy. Took you long enough."
They sat on floating chairs made of nothing, sipping wine older than universes.
They talked—about timelines, destinies, jokes about Odin's dramatic speeches, and Loki's addiction to recording embarrassing moments.
TOAA chuckled.
"You keep the multiverse interesting, Roy."
Roy stood to leave.
"Wouldn't want it getting boring."
A nod. A ripple.
And Roy vanished, returning to reality as the Void shimmered behind him.