Asgard.
Odin rarely took walks on the still-unrepaired Bifrost. Following the largely extinguished rainbow light, he came to Heimdall's side.
"Your Majesty."
Heimdall bowed to Odin, who nodded slightly in return.
He seemed to want to say something, but after hesitating for a long while, he merely walked past Heimdall. His gaze fell upon the shattered bridge of the Bifrost, looking out toward the boundless universe.
As he stared, Heimdall softly asked,
"Your Majesty, are you worried about Prince Loki? He disappeared again not long after appearing on Earth."
"Not exactly..."
Odin replied and let out a long sigh.
"I merely have an ominous premonition. It seems to be related to an enemy from the past."
"Last night, I once again dreamed of Fenrir, the giant wolf that would devour me. It seemed to be constantly reminding me that Ragnarok was approaching."
As he spoke, he shook his head helplessly.
Having heard Odin's words clearly, Heimdall spoke calmly and softly as he always did.
"Your Majesty, Fenrir was killed by you long ago. It will never be able to leave the Realm of Death. You may rest assured."
"I hope so..."
Odin nodded and fell completely silent.
Meanwhile, Thor, who was still on Earth, would probably never be able to imagine the pressure his father had been carrying all these years.
Thor had long since lost the dejection and pain he had felt a few days ago.
At Heisenberg Nightclub, Thor had become the number one regular, spending every day and night inside partying to his heart's content.
By now, Thor had long taken first place on the Nightclub drinking rankings.
When Heisenberg arrived, Thor was dragging along two members of the Nuke Gang and drinking with tremendous enthusiasm!
Seeing Heisenberg, he showed no special reaction. He downed a