"What are we doing, right? This child is a bit hysterical!"
Frigga saw Thor howling through a mirror and couldn't bear it. She asked Odin, who was standing beside her. But Odin did not answer Frigga. He just stood quietly in front of the mirror, watching Thor. This was a trial for Thor. He had moved all the Asgardians into this crowded world, leaving only Thor in the Heavenly Palace. Then he launched a large-scale illusion, letting Thor see the 'extinction' of his entire race, and incidentally played the role of a villain, torturing Thor quite miserably. It had to be said that he was indeed his own father; Odin did not show any mercy this time. After Thor regained consciousness, Asgard had 'ceased to exist.'
"He must pull through. In the past, we spoiled him too much, causing him to have no thoughts of thinking or making progress. He cannot become an excellent King like this. He needs hellish trials."
As if possessed by the spirit of Sparta, starting a Spartan-style education, Odin had made up his mind at this moment to properly educate this bastard son. As parents, they all hoped their children could stand on their own. He was no exception. He wanted to train Thor to be the King of Asgard, so this time he planned to use some strong medicine to let his bastard son grow up. He would make the things he relied on and the existences he was attached to disappear in front of him. He didn't believe his son was really just a piece of trash who only knew how to eat and drink.
"Fine, it's all up to you. Then what about Loki? You can't keep him locked up forever!"
Having been a couple for so many years, how could she not see that her husband had made up his mind this time? Then nothing she said could change Odin's decision. Although her heart ached for her son, there was no other way, right!? Frigga looked at Thor in the mirror with a pained expression and couldn't bear to look, but since it involved the child's education, she had to remind him about Loki. Although this child was a bit mischievous, in her eyes, he was still a child. She hoped Odin could give Loki a chance. She was a smart woman and knew when to bring up this matter. Now was the right time, and it could also allow Loki to be included in Odin's disciplining of his offspring. If she missed such a good opportunity, Loki would probably be imprisoned for ten thousand years.
"I will find time to let him join Thor."
After so many years together, how could Odin not hear what Frigga meant? He pondered for a moment and felt this was also a good opportunity to see if he could get these two children to learn to unite and fight against future disasters together. It would be good if things could really develop as he expected, but what gave Odin the biggest headache was not the second son and third son, but his eldest daughter, Hela. He had already made a mistake by letting the child stay in the void for thousands of years. His eldest daughter, who was already violent by nature, must surely want to kill him to avenge the imprisonment of so many years.
"My dear."
Seeing Odin fall into silence after speaking, Frigga reached out and hugged the man in front of her. Hela's matter had always been a heartache for the couple. Perhaps this was Hela's fate, born in the most chaotic era of Asgard. Years of fighting on the battlefield had already twisted the child's heart beyond recognition. She only knew how to use force to solve problems; those who submitted lived, and those who resisted died. She was a living tyrant. Both of them were responsible for Hela becoming like this.
"I am not that fragile yet."
Patting Frigga's hand that was holding him, Odin said proudly. He broke free from Frigga's embrace and walked toward the Heavenly Palace that was under construction. Since they had moved away, they needed to rebuild their home. As the God King, his prestige and powerful strength made all Asgardians admire him exceptionally. Odin's words did not need to be said a second time; they followed Odin and collectively moved away from the place they originally lived and came to this unknown continent.
"Sigh! What a bunch of weird tempers."
Seeing Odin leave, Frigga sighed and said this. She knew the tempers of this family clearly; no one knew them better than her. To be honest, sometimes she was very curious. They were a family, so how could their tempers be so different? Hela's situation could be said to be caused by the environment, but Thor and Loki grew up in the same environment, so how could one be so cunning and the other so foolish? It really left her speechless. The most important thing was the temper of the head of the family, Odin. He was hot-tempered and arrogant when he was young, and very stubborn when he was old. There was no way to explain this situation.
"You must work hard, Thor."
After sighing, Frigga focused her gaze on the image in the mirror. The painful Thor found some fine wine in the kitchen and kept drinking. That decadent look made her, as a mother, feel very distressed. But she couldn't go against Odin's wishes to help Thor, because she also agreed with Odin's education. After all, they were both doing it so the child could have the best future. Thinking of this, Frigga could only endure not looking at Thor's appearance and turned to leave. Now that Loki was still locked in prison, she didn't dare to see her youngest son, because Odin had already promised to give Loki a chance to turn over a new leaf. If she went to see Loki, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to help herself from telling Loki about this, and Odin's education plan would fail. After all, her youngest son was so smart, how could he not guess it? So she couldn't contact the children. Moreover, the commoners had just moved to a strange place and were not familiar with many things, so she had a responsibility to help some of the people.
"To think he finished the design drawings so quickly, worthy of my brother."
Artoria didn't know what happened in Asgard, and even if she did, she would just laugh it off. Such abusive education was too common, but the 'poison' Odin fed was too strong; the quality and dosage were excessive. It was good enough that Thor wasn't poisoned to Death. She hoped Thor would walk out of his old man's 'poison.' Otherwise, Fat Thor would appear. Artoria was currently looking at the blueprint in front of her in surprise. The silver-white with a faint blue light was really eye-catching. The Symbiote suit with a simple consciousness had been designed by Tony just like that, which was beyond Artoria's expectations.
"But I still don't like the fact that the Symbiote has consciousness. If a smart butler were to enter the control chip, it should be much better than a suit with consciousness!"
Artoria carefully considered the properties of the Symbiote. Artoria still felt that a Symbiote without consciousness was the best kind. Because if a Symbiote possessed consciousness, it was very likely that through its properties, it could turn a person who was originally a bit dark at heart into a complete villain. They could amplify human emotions, including the dark side within. That is to say, originally bad people would become worse, and good people would become better. Artoria sent her suggestion to Tony, hoping he would consider it. It was best if the Symbiote suit did not have that kind of uncontrollable consciousness. Even if one didn't mind it having a simple consciousness, this thing would grow, and it might betray them. An AI she created herself that obeyed her orders, however, would not.
"The appearance of the Symbiote suit should be able to take Tony's strength to the next level. It's a pity I don't know if Tony can build an Anti-Celestial suit. If Tony were to witness the power of the Celestials, then perhaps he really could build one, but an Anti-Celestial suit is not such a simple matter."
After sending the email to Tony, Artoria began to ponder the matter of the Anti-Celestial suit. Even though the Symbiote suit hadn't been built yet, Artoria thought about it over and over and felt that this matter was still unreliable. The Celestials were not just one celestial; did she have to tailor-make an anti-suit for every single Celestial? Not to mention the huge cost, a tiny Earth simply didn't have that many resources. In comics, it could be accepted because it was virtual, and in movies, one could consider the possibility, but in reality, it was simply impossible. The resources on Earth were not that abundant to be able to create a dozen Anti-Celestial suits. For a moment, Artoria felt she was overthinking it. The Symbiote suit hadn't even been completed, yet she was already thinking about what Anti-Celestial suit! She was being a bit too precautionary.
"Artoria, the potion is ready. You said it was for that guy Tony to use."
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