Asgard Arrivals: When One Group Comes, the Next Won't Be Far Behind

Asgard, Bifrost.

Heimdall, the guardian god and gatekeeper who could see all things and hear everything, looked angrily at Sif and the Warriors Three, who stood in a guilty row before him.

"Do you intend to defy the orders of our king, Loki, break the vows you swore as warriors, commit treason, and bring Thor back?"

"Yes." Sif hesitated for a moment before her resolve hardened.

She was Heimdall's sister. If she spoke up, perhaps Heimdall would not punish the others too severely.

"Very well," Heimdall said, then walked straight past them.

"You're going to help us?"

"I must remain loyal to the king. I cannot open the Bifrost for you."

Fandral watched his retreating back. "That guy's impossible to understand, isn't he?"

"What do we do now?" Volstagg asked.

"Look," Sif suddenly said excitedly.

Sizzle~

White currents crackled as immense energy forced the Bifrost open.

Though Heimdall had walked away decisively, he had left behind Bifrost's Key, the key to activating the Bifrost, and even helped them set the coordinates.

A pillar of multicolored light shot from the end of the Bifrost and pierced deep into the starry sky.

What they did not know was that Loki had been watching from afar. Once the Bifrost opened, he turned and headed for the vault.

There was an immensely dangerous and terrifying weapon there that obeyed only the king: the Destroyer.

Odin was now asleep, and Gungnir was in Loki's hand. That made him the king of Asgard.

He had not wanted to go this far, but now he had no choice.

For Asgard, for Father King, and for himself, he would become the king of Asgard. Anyone who stood in his way would be destroyed.

New Mexico.

A pillar of multicolored energy descended from the sky, leaving behind an