The Asgardians, who had been cheering in delight at Hela's defeat, gradually fell silent.
Hela was right.
Other than the mages from Kamar-Taj.
No one in the Divine Realm could stop her.
The warriors could not help looking toward Thor, who was holding Frigga and constantly murmuring, "Thank goodness you're alive."
Only after his mother reminded him did Thor notice the situation around him.
He released her, awkwardly patting his armor.
"Ahem, uh... we can lock her back in that, that..."
"The Underworld," Loki reminded him from the side.
"Ah, right. We can imprison her in the Underworld, just as Father once did."
Thor clapped his hands together, shot Hela a vicious glare, then smiled at the people around him.
"At the very least, we can't leave her in Asgard... What do you think?"
Before the Asgardian warriors could voice their agreement.
Hela immediately sneered mockingly. "How do you plan to imprison me in the Underworld, little darling? An idiot like you, who grew up beneath Odin's wings, doesn't even know what the Underworld is."
Thor froze.
He looked at Hela, then at the warriors around him.
Fine, he really did not know where the Underworld was.
Thor finally turned to Loki and called softly, "Loki?"
Loki rolled his eyes. "Give it up. You can't even beat her, so how are you going to suppress her in the Underworld like Father did?"
After Odin's death, Loki had finally begun calling him Father once more.
Sometimes, the worst father-son conflicts, like Loki's and Odin's, could only gradually be laid to rest after one of them had died.
Thor mulled over Loki's words for several seconds and realized that seemed to be true.
He lowered his voice further. "Then what do you think we should do?"
Loki remained expressionless. "I don't know.