Odin was absurdly efficient.
The Ancient One had barely left before the Lord of the Nine Realms had the whole script laid out.
Odin deliberately told Thor he would hand over the throne and hold a coronation for him, leaving Thor so excited that he went several days and nights without sleep.
Loki, meanwhile, looked utterly grim when he heard the news, his thoughts anyone's guess.
On the day of Asgard's coronation ceremony, the Golden Palace was bustling.
Wearing a bright red cape and casually tossing Mjolnir in one hand, Thor walked toward the throne amid thunderous cheers. His face glowed as he basked in the glory of a new king.
But at that very moment, something went wrong in the underground vault...
"Damn those frost vermin! They're spitting in Asgard's face!"
Thor's roar echoed through the resplendent Valhalla Hall. He grabbed the red cape behind him, clenched the crackling Mjolnir in his fist, and glared as though he wanted to devour someone.
One moment, he had been enjoying his coronation before the eyes of the crowd, ready to take up the scepter of the Lord of the Nine Realms.
The next, a shrill alarm interrupted everything. A handful of Frost Giants with a death wish had actually infiltrated the underground vault, attempting to steal the Casket of Ancient Winters.
Although those petty thieves were instantly reduced to ashes by the Destroyer automaton guarding the vault, to Thor, this was worse than being killed.
"Enough, Thor." Odin sat on his divine throne, his lone eye darkening, his tone stern.
"The vault is secure. Nothing was lost. Though the coronation was interrupted, peace takes precedence over all else. Do not let anger cloud your judgment."
Outwardly, the god-king was the very picture of majesty.
In truth, Odin was positively delighted. That