At the same time.
Inside the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf.
Thor and Loki hung their heads, listening to their "benevolent" father's teachings.
Odin, who was mid-lecture, suddenly paused, looked up at the sky, and muttered to himself, "Damn it, my daughter-in-law is truly gone."
Loki and Thor, who hadn't seen their father's "concern" in a long time, quietly looked up, only to meet Odin's severe gaze.
They trembled in fear.
"Father, I was truly wrong!" Loki knelt down with a thump.
Thor glanced away disdainfully, holding his head high. As a warrior, kneeling casually was a disgrace.
"Thor!"
"I am here!"
Thor also knelt down with a thump, hanging his head.
Seeing this, Odin really wanted to use the old companion in his hand to strike them a few times, letting them know what a benevolent father truly was.
But in the end, he just sighed, "Both of you, get out."
"Yes."
Loki and Thor hurriedly left.
"Loki, what do you think father was thinking?" Thor reverted to his unrestrained demeanor.
Loki looked at his idiotic appearance and quietly moved away from him.
Mother had said to stay away from fools, or you might get infected.
"Who knows?"
Loki looked up once, then looked again, his expression strange.
"Is that..."
"Aaron and Sif?"
A black dot streaked across the sky above the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf, heading straight in one direction.
Loki looked at Thor again. "My foolish brother, you've been cuckolded."
However, Thor was beaming happily while looking at the black dot in the sky. "I told you Sif and Aaron were a good match. Maybe I have the potential to become the God of Marriage."
Loki slapped his forehead.
Well, he's hopeless.
Meanwhile, inside the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf.
"Odin, I just saw Aaron and Sif..."
Frigga walked worriedly to Odin's side.
Odin shook his head. "Let them be. Thor doesn't like Sif anyway."
"But Aaron... was it really worth it for you to do this? Are you sure he is an Asgardian?"
"Does it matter whether I'm sure or not?"
Odin looked up at the sky. "At least, he truly controls the authority of Asgard and possesses the power only the All-Father should have."
"Whether he is my brother or not, in everyone's eyes, he is an Asgardian."
"That is enough."
Odin was not senile. He was actually unsure of Aaron's true identity.
As a King who had spent years campaigning abroad, a brief romance with women of other races was normal.
When he was Thor's age, he often drank and celebrated with noble women in bars or at festivals.
No one could say whether Bor truly had a one-night stand. But it was also possible he came from other origins.
For example, coming from another Universe.
But regardless, Aaron could not completely shake off the label of an Asgardian.
After this celebration, the Nine Realms would all know that Aaron was Odin's brother, the biological uncle of Thor and Loki.
Odin's single eye looked towards the golden gate. The afterglow of the setting sun was just like Asgard at this moment.
He muttered to himself, "It is already twilight."
"Frigga, how are the preparations for the celebration coming along?"
Frigga worriedly supported the aged and frail Odin. "I have urgently notified the other kingdoms. This will be an unprecedented celebration. Asgard will welcome a new, great God."
"Hurry. There isn't much time left."
Aaron was indeed very busy.
Busy dealing with the passionate Valkyrie.
Sif perfectly inherited the fiery nature of Nordic women. Even though it was her first time, she recklessly tried to gallop, wanting to charge forth just like on the battlefield. However, she clearly overestimated herself and underestimated Aaron.
—
When he was on Earth, acting as his own master, Aaron was bored stiff.
However, after being invited to Asgard, he had not stopped moving.
He had just finished fighting on the battlefield with Sif when he was immediately called away by Odin.
Aaron originally wanted to lie down for a while longer, and then return to Earth to preside over the overall situation.
However, Loki, who was acting as the messenger, said he wanted to take his uncle to visit Asgard's treasury.
Well, now he couldn't not go.
"Uncle..."
Walking along the road, Loki felt incredibly awkward every time he uttered that word.
He was a God over a thousand years old, yet he had to call a suddenly appearing Midgardian who was only twenty-two years old his uncle.
Was there any justice left in this world?
Loki was bewildered, but in front of Aaron, he deeply concealed his thoughts.
Mainly, he was genuinely terrified of this uncle.
Not just Loki, Aaron felt awkward too. He just wanted to eat melon seeds and watch the show, but he ended up becoming the participant of the show.
"Uncle... Father said the festivities start tomorrow. If it's not absolutely necessary, you should avoid returning to Midgard, at least wait until tomorrow is over."
"Tomorrow?"
Aaron stopped, his expression strange. "Are your festivities really that casual?"
He had always thought that Osborn Industries' Exposition, which only required half a month of preparation, was already fast enough. Asgard's efficiency turned out to be even higher.
This completely overturned the impression of the Divine Realm he had formed while touring Asgard moments ago.
"Of course not. In the past, it required at least a month of preparation time, and often preparations started far in advance."
"However, this time is special. Father and mother are so eager for Uncle to join the Asgardian royal family that they specifically accelerated the process."
Loki lowered his head, preventing anyone from seeing his equally doubtful gaze, and continued, "But please rest assured, although the preparation this time was extremely rushed, it will absolutely be the grandest feast in history."
"Mother has already dispatched envoys to the Nine Realms to invite the kings of various kingdoms, and several kingdoms have already agreed to attend."
"This feast will be unprecedented, surpassing even father's coronation ceremony and Thor's previous feast."
Finishing his statement, Loki glanced sideways at his "uncle," who was deep in thought.
Something was wrong. One hundred things were wrong.
Odin and Frigga's behavior was far too abnormal. They seemed desperate to acknowledge Aaron, fearing he might suddenly slip away halfway through.
One day's time, and a Midgardian day at that.
He had never imagined that Odin would host such a rushed and terrible feast during his reign.
What was even more outrageous was that people from other realms were invited to attend.
It was as if they were solemnly announcing it to the entire world.
Loki even heard that Odin had sent an invitation to Laufey.
They had just broken the truce agreement.
Had Odin gone senile and demented?
Loki was filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.
In the past, he envied the glory Thor received, but now, compared to the attention Aaron was getting, Thor would have to obediently sit at the children's table.
And he, Loki, was practically relegated to being a bystander standing on the sidelines.
How much he wished that the feast Odin was hosting was being held for him.
The Nine Realms witnessing it together—what kind of glory would that be? How intoxicating?
Yet Aaron seemed completely unconcerned, even slightly disdainful.
Loki was speechless. Why did the things he pursued rush into someone else's embrace as if being delivered?
And that person was just lying there. Was he really just winning effortlessly?
Loki silently put on his Joker mask. Divine life, how bitter it was.