Fallen

"Father, I've already defeated Surtur. Ragnarok won't happen again!" Like a child showing off a toy to an adult, Thor forced a smile as he looked at Odin's battered armor, seeming to have guessed what was about to happen.

Loki was undoubtedly far more perceptive. His face darkened, and he said nothing.

Odin neither confirmed nor denied Thor's boast. "I love you, my children." He pointed north. "Look over there. Remember that place. That is our home."

After saying that, he propped himself up on Gungnir's shaft and sat upright, gazing alone into the distance. When Thor and Loki turned back after looking, they found Odin smiling faintly, his eyes gently closed as he fell into eternal sleep. He had fallen.

He had abandoned the other path and faced an invincible enemy head-on, choosing to die in battle as the God King of Asgard. He did not turn into golden light. Instead, he ended his own life, preserving his honor and pride.

Thor and Loki both lowered their heads. Their moods sank to the lowest point for a time. Dark clouds gathered overhead, and the moisture in the air began to freeze. Neither could quite accept the reality before them.

The Bifrost opened, and the people of Asgard emerged from it. Frigga's face was full of grief. Maintaining her composure by force, she led a group of Asgardian warriors in supporting Odin's body back to their homeland. They would hold a grand funeral for Odin and choose a new God King.

Before leaving, Frigga gave a slight nod toward an empty corner. Only long after they had departed did Daisy step out of the air.

Odin had made a completely different choice from the original timeline. Perhaps he had also intended for Hela to temper Thor, but seeing that Daisy