Asgard was surrounded on all sides. As the instigator, Malekith had already shaken off the weakness he had suffered when Thanos had just resurrected him.
He had pledged himself to Dormammu in exchange for brand-new Dark Magic Power. The price was handing Asgard over after the war and turning this other-dimensional realm completely into a part of the Dark Dimension.
Svartalfheim no longer existed anyway, so he did not care what Asgard ultimately became.
Malekith was now in perfect condition and brimming with magic power. With Dormammu's dark army as the main force and the evil creatures of the Nine Realms as accomplices, they had breached the gates before Thor arrived. Both sides were now fighting over the side hall.
Thor regrouped with his old companions, The Three Warriors of the Asgardian Palace. The three had changed little since they parted ways: the fat one was still fat, the thin one was still thin, and the reckless one was still as reckless as ever. But Sif, who had come with them, left Thor somewhat awkward. From countless obvious and subtle clues, he could deduce that he would most likely end up with Sif in the future. It was not a bad future, but neither was it one he particularly looked forward to.
The problem was that they were too familiar. It was hard to make a move!
"Long time no see..." he said awkwardly.
"It has only been a few years. You have changed a little. Earth has changed you a great deal." Sif was exactly as she had been years ago. Time seemed to have left no mark on her; everything was just as it had been before Thor left.
For her, time had passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, several years had gone by. But for