Cold wind howled across the barren cliffs as Thor and Loki's brotherly quarrel finally drew to a close.
The two had dredged up every old grievance and argued over every resentment. The atmosphere was stiff and tense: one was full of anguish and disappointment, the other wore a dark, stubborn expression, and neither would give an inch.
Rimuru, who had been hiding behind a rock and immersing himself in the spectacle from start to finish, had long since had his fill. This grand family drama between the brothers of Asgard was even more vivid and entertaining in its details than the original story. The trip had truly been worthwhile.
He turned to Tony, who was hovering in midair and recording the whole thing with his armor, and casually asked:
"Did you get it? The whole thing, in high definition?"
Tony lifted his faceplate and nodded with the satisfied grin of someone enjoying the show.
"Don't worry. The whole thing's in 4K, high-definition and uncut. Every frame is embarrassing proof of how childish Asgard's gods can be. Maximum picture quality, not a stutter."
The footage was in hand, and the show was over. It was bad enough that the wind was strong out in the wilderness, but there were mosquitoes everywhere too. Staying any longer would just be asking for misery.
Rimuru couldn't be bothered to watch the two remain locked in their standoff. He stepped straight out from behind his cover.
He walked up to Thor, whose chest was heaving and whose breathing was ragged with anger, his eyes full of weariness, and patted him reassuringly, speaking in a relaxed tone:
"All right, all right, don't be angry. It's not such a big deal. Whatever grievances you have, talk about them when you get back."
When Thor saw that it