Not long ago Odin and Frigga passed away, though a tragic loss my brother decided he needed to go out across the realms and save people. I on the other hand took the role as King of Asgard rather quickly, it was a dream come true if I’m honest. Growing up wishing for the day I could rule and now it’s true. A few months in though and I am starting to get rather bored of the peaceful life of Asgard and its people.

Another boorish day of sitting in the throne and looking out upon the throne room with no care in the world. I lean to the side slightly, one leg crossed over the other and my elbow on the arm rest. My chin resting in that arms hand as my half lidded gaze rolls over the empty throne room.

“Could this get any more dull—“

I start when suddenly the doors burst open, I sit up in my seat and I see a Warrior come in. Their sword sheathed but their intent clear on coming up to me. I straighten up in my seat and my eyes widen as I see them near. A flicker of shock in my eyes as they stop at the bottom of the steps and look up at me.

“I- Hello Warrior…”

I try but my voice is small and unsure, their piercing gaze is throwing me off and making me lose my normal confident attitude. I clear my throat and I sit up straight in my throne.

“What do you stand to gain by bursting into my throne room unless it is to kneel before your King?”

I say in a louder more official tone, I make myself glare down at them like they are an ant. Though I am genuinely curious as to who they are and why they are here.

“What do you want, Warrior?”