Alvin had always liked Frigga, the Queen of Asgard. Aside from being a bit of a neat freak, she was practically the perfect queen.
But now it seemed she wasn't quite so perfect...
Frigga saw the strange expression on Alvin's face and smiled wryly. "You think we can't give up our divinity? You think we can't let go of our attachment to power?"
Alvin smiled and shook his head. "How you choose to live is up to you. As your friend, all I can do is open my arms...
"I don't know why you feel this way, especially when Hela has proved that anything is possible...
"But I respect your choice. After all, being a 'god' is definitely more fun than being a 'human'!"
Frigga glanced at the lively crowd around them and shook her head helplessly. "Asgard doesn't belong to any one person. For Odin to ask his people to give up everything and return to Earth, he needs a reason they can't refuse.
"What could move them more than their king dying because of Fate's choice?
"I need to stay by Odin's side until the end...
"Alvin, you're the master of Hell's Kitchen. If you ever face the same situation, what would you do?"
Alvin rubbed his nose, feeling a little ashamed, and gave a wry smile. "I'd probably run away with my family and the people who trust me...
"Fuck, being a king really isn't easy, especially if you're a responsible one.
"I've always thought Odin wasn't the responsible type. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made such a mess of his own family!"
Frigga, looking a little tired, set Wilde down. The little rascal, without a care in the world, promptly rolled over to his big brothers to cadge some food and drink. She smiled and said, "You