Ten minutes later.
The Bifrost Hub Control Room.
Holding his massive sword, Heimdall looked at the fully armed queen before him and the four murderous warriors behind her. An exceedingly rare look of bewilderment crossed his perpetually icy face.
"Your Majesty, are you certain... you want to go to Midgard now?" Heimdall hesitated.
His eyes, which could see through the Nine Realms, had witnessed every detail of the "tragedy" that had just unfolded on Earth.
"What? Do I need to pick an auspicious day to visit my sons?" Frigga shot him a glare.
"No, I simply think... you may need to prepare yourself." Heimdall swallowed, unsure how to describe Thor's Maid Uniform and Loki's job as a cleaner.
"Enough talk. Open the gate!"
Standing behind Frigga, the War Goddess Sif could no longer contain her excitement.
She wore snug silver armor and held a sharp double-edged longsword, her striking, martial face brimming with urgency.
"Your Majesty! Rest assured!" Sif dropped to one knee, her voice ringing with conviction.
"Whatever indignities Thor has suffered on Midgard, whatever enemy has stripped him of his glory, I, Sif, swear to use this sword to clear every obstacle in his path! I will deliver him from his suffering!"
"That's right! For Thor!"
The Warriors Three-portly Volstagg, swordsman Fandral, and mace-wielding Hogun-raised their weapons together and roared with heroic fervor.
In their minds, Thor, stripped of his divine power, must have been living a miserable life on Earth, sleeping rough and suffering abuse at mortal hands.
As his brothers-in-arms and admirer, they had to save him!
"Good! With you here, I can rest easy." Frigga nodded in satisfaction. "Heimdall, activate the Bifrost! Destination: Midgard!"
"As you wish."
Heimdall sighed, gripped his massive sword with both hands, and thrust it into the console.
BOOM!!!
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