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Chapter 1- The Coronation

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Puente Antiguo, New Mexico
2011

Jane Foster flipped a few switches on her equipment, excitement filling her as she climbed up through the skylight of her car, setting up her equipment. Erik Selvig soon climbed up next to her to assist. The two looked up at the sky in anticipation.

"Wait for it," Jane prompted.

"Can I turn the radio on?" Darcy Lewis, Jane's intern, asked.

"No," Jane said immediately.

"Jane, you can't keep doing this," Selvig sighed.

Jane shook her head in disbelief, "The last seventeen occurrences have been predictable to the second."

"Jane, you're an astrophysicist, not a storm chaser."

"I'm telling you, there's a connection between these atmospheric disturbances and my research." Jane checked a few things on her computer, "I'm telling you Erik I wouldn't ask you to fly out here if I wasn't absolutely sure."

"Jane," Darcy called, "I think you want to see this."

Jane and Selvig looked out the window in shock. There was a blue circle resembling light shining through the clouds.

"What is that?" Jane questioned, going up to the skylight again.

"I thought you said it was a subtle aurora."

"Go!" Jane ordered, ducking down into the van.

Darcy sped off towards the bright light, feeling skeptical, "Get closer, yeah good one."

"Go," Jane rolled her eyes, pulling out a video camera to film what was happening.

As they got closer a loud bang resounded through the air. What seemed to be a tornado touched down. Darcy swerved the car, turning it around.

"What are you doing?" Jane asked in a panic.

"I am not dying for six college credits."

Jane grabbed the wheel, turning it back to the strange phenomenon. Thunder clapped. Jane and Darcy screamed as two figures were seen through the car window. Before they could stop, the figures were hit.

Strangely, the car was stopped abruptly, suddenly, without anyone pressing the break.
The three got out of the car immediately. Running to the figures, a woman and a man.

"Legally that was your fault," Darcy yelled.

"Get the first aid kit," Jane bent down to the figures, "Do me a favor and don't be dead, please." She looked around for a car or anything, "Where did they come from?"

"Questions, they've always asked questions- this race called man, on this planet they call earth. Passionately longing to know how they are connected to the heavens. In ages past, they looked to us as gods, for indeed so many times we saved them from calamity. We tried to show them how their world was but one of the Nine Realms of the Cosmos, linked to all others by the branches of Yggdrasil..."

Yggdrasil. Immense, sprawling, like a nebula twisted into the vague shape of a tree, its branches of glowing energy stretching out into the black void of space.

"...the World's Tree. Nine Realms in a universe of wonder, beauty, and terror that they barely comprehended. But for all their thirst for knowledge, they let our lessons fall into myth and dreams. Where did they come from? They came from us, the proudest race of warriors the Worlds have ever seen. They came from this, the greatest Realm the universe has ever known. They came...from Asgard!"

Tonsberg, Norway
965 A.D

"Once, mankind accepted a single truth, that they were not alone in this universe. Some worlds, they believed was home to the Gods, others, they knew to fear."

Villagers stopped and watched in fear as a large blue light crashed onto the edge of the island, spinning in a circle.

"From the realm of cold, lived the Frost Giants."

The Frost Giants held up a blue, glowing cube, destroying a viking ship. The destruction continued on to the village. It broke down all of the houses and froze all of the people.

"Threatening to plunge the world into a new ice age." A gold light shone down on the land, "But humanity would not fight alone."

King Odin faced Laufey, king of the Frost Giants. Letting out a battle cry the two sides ran towards each other, fighting for the safety of Earth.

"Our armies drove the Frost Giants back into the heart of their own world."

A blue, icy planet stood alone in the galaxy.

"The cost was great, but their king was defeated, and their source of power was taken from them."

Odin held his weapon above the throat of Laufey. His right eye was gone from the socket, a war wound that would never be healed.

"We withdrew from the other worlds and returned home to the realm eternal. Asgard."

A beautiful world that shone with gold and elegance appeared. The palace being the largest and most magnificent building of the entire realm.

"Here we remain as a beacon of hope. Shining out across the stars. And though we have fallen into Earth's myths and legends, it was Asgard, and it's warriors, that brought peace to the universe."

A young Thor and Loki walked on each side of their Father. They approached the source of Jontun power, the casket.

"But, the day will come when one of you will have to defend that peace."

"Do the Frost Giants still live?" Loki asked.

"When I'm king, I'll hunt the monsters down and slay them all." Thor claimed, making a few sword swiping motions.

"A wise king, never seeks out war," Odin paused, looking at his sons, "But, he must always be ready for it."

Odin walked past the two and down the hallway. Loki and Thor shared a competitive look before running after their Father.

"I'm ready Father," Thor assured.

"So am I," Loki added.

"Only one of you will ascend to the throne. But both of you were born to be kings," Odin told the two.

"Loki, Thor," a little girl in a green dress ran towards the two, bowing for Odin, "Allfather."

"Yes (Y/n)?"

"May we please play, if the lessons are done for today?"

"Go, have fun."

The three kids ran off down the hall. Odin watched them with a small smile.

"One of them will be king, but (Y/n), is destined to hold the most dangerous infinity stone," Odi sighed, "Such a responsibility for a young innocent girl."

1,070 Years Later

Directly under the throne room, a gloomily lit hall. Banners hung on either side to form a corridor down the middle of the fire lit room. Giant doors opened at one end. A huge figure silhouetted against the bright light beyond walked forward.

Hammer in hand, the God of Thunder reached the end of a raised platform.

An attendant quickly handed the Prince a goblet of wine.Thor downed it quickly, throwing it into the fire.

"Another!"

Thor proceeded down the hallway, stopping in front of two large banners. From his point of view he could see the faint outlines of a girl in a dress and two great horns. As he came closer to them their figures became clearer, revealing Loki and (Y/n), talking quietly and smiling fondly at each other.

"Nervous, brother?" Loki asked.

"Have you ever known me to be nervous?"

"There was the time in Nornheim," (Y/n) smirked.

"That wasn't nerves, sister. It was the rage of battle. How else could I have fought my way through a hundred warriors and pulled us out alive?"

An attendant approached the three with another goblet of wine for Thor.

"As I recall, I was the one who veiled us in smoke to ease our escape," Loki pointed out.

"Some do battle, others just do tricks," Thor said dismissively.

(Y/n) hit Thor in the arm. The attendant stifled a laugh. Loki gestured towards the goblet of wine in his hand. Eels poured over the side of the cup, slithering over the attendant's hand. He screamed and dropped the goblet to the ground.

"Loki," Thor said scoldingly.

(Y/n) waved her hands and the illusion broke, the eels turning into spilt wine.

"Now that was just a waste of good wine," Thor sighed.

"Just a bit of fun," Loki looked over at the attendant, "Right, my friend?"

The attendant stayed silent, not knowing the correct answer to the question. Thor slipped on his winged helmet.

"Nice feathers," Loki teased.

"You don't really want to start this again, do you?"

"I was being sincere!" Loki defended.

"You're incapable of sincerity."

"Am I?" Loki questioned.

"You a very sincere," (Y/n) nudged Loki's arm with a smile.

"I've looked forward to this day as long as you have. You're my brother and my friend. Sometimes I'm envious, but never doubt that I love you," Loki told Thor.

"Thank you," Thor said after searching Loki's face for any traces of a lie, "How do I look?"

"Like a king," (Y/n) assured.

The three heard the blast of the ceremonial horn.

"You go ahead," Thor prompted, "I'll be along."

Loki and (Y/n) grabbed each other's hands, walking past the banners and into the main hall.
There, all of Asgard was gathered, ready to welcome their new king. Frigga and Odin were near the thrones, waiting for Thor to come out. The Warriors Three and Sif were waiting along the staircase up to the throne as well.

"I know you don't fight like Thor, but I quite like your tricks," (Y/n) whispered to Loki, giving him a reassuring grin.

"Where is he?" Fandral asked after a few minutes of no Thor.

"Oh dear lord, he wants to make an entrance," (Y/n) sighed.

Mjolnir flew into the hall, Thor standing behind it. The crowd erupted in cheers as Thor caught the hammer behind his back.

(Y/n) shifted in discomfort, a bad feeling blooming in her stomach. Something was wrong, very wrong.

Thor finished stirring up the crowd,  kneeling in front of his Mother and Father. Odin struck Gungnir, his spear, upon the ground with a deafening boom.
All of Asgard fell silent. (Y/n) took in a deep breath, her brows furrowing. Loki glanced over at her, his eyes filling with worry.

"Gungnir. Its aim is true, its power strong. With it I have defended Asgard and the lives of the innocent across the Nine Realms since the time of the Great Beginning. And though the day has come for a new King to wield his own weapon that duty remains the same. Thor Odinson, my heir, my first-born."

(Y/n) winced, looking over at Loki. The favoritism in the family was obvious.

"So long entrusted with this mighty hammer, Mjolnir. Forged in the heart of a dying star, from the sacred metal of Uru. Only one may lift it. Only one is worthy. Who wields this hammer commands the lightning and the storm. Its power has no equal, as a weapon, to destroy, or as a tool, to build. It is a fit companion for a King."

(Y/n)'s breath hitched as the bad feeling worsened, she closed her eyes momentarily, before opening them again and trying to focus on the ceremony.

"Today I entrust you with the greatest honor in all the Nine Realms. The sacred throne of Asgard. I have sacrificed much to achieve peace. So, too, must a new generation sacrifice to maintain that peace. Responsibility, duty, honor. These are not merely virtues to which we must aspire. They are essential to every soldier and to every King."

The air in the hall began to turn cold, causing the crowd to shiver simultaneously.

"Thor Odinson, do you swear to guard the Nine Realms?"

"I swear."

"Do you swear to preserve the peace?"

"I swear."

"Do you swear to cast aside all selfish ambition and pledge yourself only to the good of all the Realms?"

"I swear."

"Then on this day, I, Odin Allfather, proclaim you-" Odin hesitated. Ice crept across the surface of the large banners around the hall, making eerie cracking noises, "Frost giants."

(Y/n) bunched up her dress in her fists, running from the hall with the others at her sides. This was the bad feeling. An attack on the castle.

The group entered the room, stopping short. Shattered and melting ice was strewn about the floor. The Destroyer stood above two charred Jotun bodies, the casket in his hands.

The Destroyer set the Casket back on its pedestal, stepping back into its place.

"The Jotuns must pay for what they've done!" Thor yelled.

"They have paid with their lives. The Destroyer did its job, and the Casket is safe. All is well."

"All is well? They broke into the Weapons Vault! If the Frost Giants had stolen even one of these relics-"

"But they didn't."

"I want to know why they-"

"The Casket of Ancient Winters belonged to the Jotuns. They believe it's their birthright."

"And if you hadn't taken it from them they would have laid waste to all the Nine Realms!"

(Y/n) watched the exchange silently, her eyes wide. Thor was quite unknowledgeable of how to rule, she had to admit it. He was chosen because he was the favorite. He needed to understand that the acts of a citizen is not the act of the nation.

"I have a truce with Laufey, the Jotun King," Odin stated.

"He just broke your truce! We must act!"

"Leave us," Odin ordered Sif and the Warriors Three.

The group exited the room. (Y/n) was always able to stay in on matters like this due to her status. Betrothed to the Prince, and future Infinity Stone holder.

"And what action would you take?"

"March into Jotunheim as you once did, teach them a lesson, break their spirits so they'll never dare try to cross our borders again!"

"You're thinking only as a warrior!" Odin scolded.

"This was an act of war!"

"It was the act of but a few, doomed to fail," Odin stated wisely.

"They got this far!" Thor motioned to the destruction.

"We will find the breach in our defenses. It will be found, and it will be sealed."

(Y/n) shared a look with Loki. They both knew how Thor was. A warrior's mind, not a king's. That was something they both hoped he would grow out of but it really didn't seem like it. While it was awful that the coronation was interrupted, perhaps it being pushed back was a good thing at the same time. Perhaps it would give Thor more time to learn.

"As King of Asgard, I would-"

"You are not King. Not yet."

Thor stared at his father for a few moments before storming out of the room, the door slamming behind him as he did so.

(Y/n) grabbed Loki's hand, leading him out of the room and after Thor. She could hear his booming footsteps not so far off from where they were. The footsteps stopped in the banquet hall. The two entered the room as Thor flipped over a table.

(Y/n) sighed, waving her hand. The table began to slowly rise into the air once again, the food that was on it rising and correcting itself as well.

(Y/n) walked over and sat next to Thor, Loki sitting on his other side. Sif, Fandral, and Hogun entered a few feet behind Volstagg as he came in search of food.

"Redecorating, are we?" Sif asked, looking at the moving table.

"I told you they'd cancel it," Hogun stated.

"We thought that was just you being your normal cheery self," Fandral stated sarcastically.

"All this food, so innocent, cast to the ground. It breaks the heart!"

"It's unwise to be in my company right now," Thor sighed.

"Who said we were wise?"

"This was to be my day of triumph," Thor looked around the empty hall.

"It will come, in time," (Y/n) assured.

"If it's any consolation, I think you're right. About the Frost Giants, about Laufey, everything," Loki said quietly, "If a few of them could penetrate the defenses of Asgard once, who's to say they won't try again. Next time with an army?"

"Yes, exactly!"

"There's nothing either of you can do without denying Odin's orders," (Y/n) pointed out.

"No! Stop there! I know that look!"

"It's the only way to ensure the safety of our borders," Thor defended.

"It's pure madness Thor!" (Y/n) exclaimed.

"Madness? What sort of madness?" Volstagg asked.

"Nothing! Thor was making a jest!" Loki lied.

"The safety of our Realm is no jest. We're going to Jotunheim."

"Thor, of all the laws of Asgard, this is one you must not break," Sif said seriously.

"This isn't like a journey to Earth, where you summon a little lightning and thunder and the mortals worship you as a god. This is Jotunheim," Fandral added.

"And if the Frost Giants don't kill you, your Father will!" Volstagg finished.

"My father fought his way into Jotunheim, defeated their armies, and took their Casket! We'd just be looking for answers. My friends, have you forgotten all that we've done together?" Thor turned to Fandral, "Who brought you into the sweet embrace of the most exotic maidens in all of Yggdrasil?"

"You did."

"Who led you into the most glorious of battles," Thor turned to Hogun and Volstagg, "And to delicacies so succulent, you thought you'd died and gone to Valhalla?"

"You did."

"And who proved wrong all who scoffed at the idea that a young maiden could be one of the fiercest warriors this Realm has ever known?"

"I did," Sif smirked.

"True. But I supported you. My friends, trust me now. We must do this."

The Warriors Three and Sif looked hesitant, but all of them trusted Thor deeply.

"Come on. You're not going to let my brother and me take all the glory, are you?"

"What?" Loki asked in shock.

"You are coming with me."

"Yes, of course! I won't let my brother march into Jotunheim alone. I will be at his side."

"And I."

"And I."

"And I. The Warriors Three fight together."

"I shall go as well," Sif sighed.

Everyone turned to look at (Y/n), who was standing to the side with her arms crossed.

"I think you are an idiot," (Y/n) said to Thor, turning to the others, "And you are idiots for following him. But I've nothing to do today so let's get on with it."