Asgard's golden halls were silent. The air reeked of mead and thunderclouds.
Queen Frigga stood at the doorway, eyes full of grief as she looked at her son — the once-proud God of Thunder — slumped over his table, surrounded by shattered mugs and silence.
"Thor," she said softly, "you are the heir of the gods. The people of Asgard still look to you. Loki is gone. You are Odin's only son now. You cannot keep drowning yourself in self-pity."
Thor didn't even look up. His voice was hoarse, edged with bitterness.
"Mother… I lost an arm. Father refuses to even look at me. Tell me, why does he stay silent when Hela boasts of making a pact with that mortal — with Ryuuto? Has the All-Father gone deaf?"
Frigga sighed. "Hela rules the realm of the dead, Odin the living. Their duties do not cross."
"The duties—?" Thor slammed his cup to the floor. "Then what's the point of being gods if we can't even stop the Queen of Hel from consorting with a mortal?! What good is the throne of Asgard if it bows to death itself?"
"Thor," she whispered, "you've had too much. Rest. When the storm in your heart passes, you'll see reason again."
Thor stood, rage burning behind his eyes. "If being a god means fear and compromise, then I'd rather live among mortals! At least they fight without hiding behind rules!"
Before Frigga could reply, a deep, commanding voice echoed through the hall.
"If you wish to live as a mortal," Odin said, stepping in with Gungnir — the Eternal Spear — gleaming in his hand, "then go. You are free to leave Asgard this instant, even if you seek shelter among the dark elves themselves."
Thor froze.
Part of him wanted to shout "fine" — to storm out, to prove he didn't care. But the weight of his father's gaze crushed the words in his throat.
Finally, he dropped to one knee. "Father… forgive me. I spoke foolishly. The mead spoke louder than my heart."
Odin's expression softened — barely. "See that your actions match your words."
Without another glance, he turned and left.
Frigga touched Thor's shoulder gently. "Sleep, my son. Tomorrow, your pride may yet heal."
But pride doesn't heal. It festers.
Hours later, Thor stood alone in the dim light of his chamber. The dagger in his hand glinted like a whisper of sin.
When he reached Odin's balcony, the old god was already there — standing before the shimmering arc of the Bifrost, eyes lost in thought.
Thor knelt again. "Father. I came to apologize once more."
Odin didn't turn. "You already have. Rise."
"I cannot. Not until you truly forgive me."
The All-Father finally faced him — weary, ancient, proud. "Then hear this, my son. I forgive—"
The blade pierced his chest before the last word could leave his mouth.
Odin's eyes widened. His spear clattered to the ground.
Thor gritted his teeth, twisting the knife deeper, voice shaking with wrath and conviction.
"If you will not rule with strength, then you are unworthy to lead Asgard! I'll take your throne and bring order to the Nine Realms — even if I must burn them all first!"
Blood spilled down the God-King's armor as he rasped, "You… will bring only chaos…"
"Then I'll erase chaos itself," Thor snarled. "A world that disobeys Asgard deserves no mercy."
Odin reached a trembling hand to his son's cheek — then fell backward, lifeless.
The thud that followed sounded like a mountain collapsing.
Thor looked down at his father's body — no remorse, no hesitation. Just silence.
"Thor!"
Frigga's voice sliced through the air. She had come searching, expecting to find her husband — not this.
When she saw Odin's corpse on the floor, her scream froze in her throat. "What… what have you done?!"
Thor's reply was cold. "We are a warrior race. Only the strong rule."
"You've gone mad," Frigga gasped. "A true god is not cruel — compassion is strength! You're unfit to—"
Her words cut off as Thor's hand closed around her throat.
"Since I dared to kill my father," he said quietly, "why would I fear killing my mother?"
The blade slid between her ribs. Once. Twice. Then again.
When he finally let her fall beside Odin, his expression didn't waver.
By dawn, Thor had wiped the blood clean and spun his lie.
He summoned the guards, feigning shock.
"The Queen has been assassinated! Intruders breached Asgard through the Bifrost!"
He accused Heimdall, who guarded the rainbow bridge, of letting outsiders in — but the warrior denied it. Thor didn't need proof; he only needed chaos. He wanted Asgard to believe the royal deaths were the work of enemies.
And when the confusion settled, none dared oppose him.
Thor Odinson, the All-Father Slayer, ascended the throne of Asgard — smiling like the storm that kills both ally and foe.
Far below, in Midgard — Earth — Ryuuto had just returned to the Mutant Academy.
He wasn't thinking about divine thrones or cosmic wars. He was thinking about Susan.
The way she laughed. The way her pale skin glowed under the moonlight. The way she—
Ryuuto shook his head. "...Alright, maybe I am a little obsessed."
With a grin, he phased through her dorm window, planning to surprise her.
The lights were off. She was asleep, her back turned toward him.
He landed softly, stripped down in an instant, and slid into bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her.
But the moment his hand touched her waist, his instincts screamed.
Wait… this doesn't feel like Susan.