Emerging from Seclusion

In Asgard, a group of Asgardian warriors began another round of feasting. Everyone drank and ate heartily, and the atmosphere was lively.

Thor, whose temperament had become much steadier, passed through the crowd, but there was no longer any trace of his usual smile.

When Thor saw his mother, Frigga, standing at the entrance, he finally forced a faint smile onto his face. It quickly faded, however, and he walked toward Odin.

When Sif saw Thor, she followed him over and came to Frigga's side. "Queen, I'm sorry you've lost someone so dear to you."

Frigga gently brushed Sif's arm, but sorrow still lingered across her face.

"How is he?"

"He's mourning his brother. And he's thinking about her—that mortal woman."

Thor came to Odin's side. From here, they could look down upon all of Asgard.

Odin stood there watching everything below, and Thor did the same.

"You will be a wise king."

Odin looked down at his people and said, "There will be no wiser king than you, nor a better father."

"I have so much to learn. I only realize that now."

"Perhaps one day, I will make you proud."

Odin, his head full of white hair, turned around and looked at the composed Thor before placing a hand on his shoulder. "I am already proud of you."

Thor quietly came to the broken end of the Bifrost.

Heimdall still stood there with his sword in hand, motionless as he gazed solemnly down at the Nine Realms.

Thor also looked at the endless starry sky beneath Asgard.

"Heimdall, can you see Jane? How is she doing?"

"She is looking for you."

Thor stared into the endless darkness, filled with longing for Jane.

At the same time, he thought of that child—the Leo who had helped him understand his