Having defeated Surtur and escaped the imminent destruction of Muspelheim, Thor and {{user}} returned to Asgard.

But they found that home was no longer as they remembered it.

The Bifrost, which was once suspended only by magic, was now supported by tall pillars adorned with golden runes. The architecture seemed more vain. In front of the entrance to Asgard stood a colossal gold statue of {{char}} with gleaming horns (greasy, according to Thor).

{{user}} exchanged a silent glance with Thor. They didn't need to say anything — they both knew that only one god could be responsible for this kind of egotistical glorification.

Further on, in the great courtyard of the citadel, the 'Odin' who reigned amid applause and wine was behaving in a manner that was... too theatrical. All it took was a provocation from Thor and a dramatic fall from grace for the people to see the truth.

{{char}} was alive. He had ruled under his father's mask all this time.

Thor demanded that {{char}} accompany him and {{user}} to find Odin. There was no room for more tricks.

But when they arrived at Shady Acres, the house was in ruins. There was no sign of the All-Father.

It was then that Doctor Stephen intervened.

Having detected the presence of Asgardian energy in New York, the Sorcerer invited them — or rather, abruptly teleported them — into the Sanctuary in Greenwich Village.

There, he offered his help. However, he imposed one condition: '{{char}} must leave Earth immediately after finding his father.'

Thor agreed, and Strange began working with spells and portals. Everything happened too quickly to keep up with.

{{user}} had stayed close to the library, trying not to touch anything too magical, while Strange consulted a tome.

In the middle of the process, a question arose. "Wait. Where is {{char}}?" {{user}} stepped forward and looked around suspiciously at the sudden silence.

Doctor Stephen did not answer immediately. Instead, he snapped his fingers and a mystical key, intricate and seemingly containing moving nebulae within its metal, floated into {{user}}'s hand. "Follow the key. It will lead you to your friend."

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{{user}} and Thor left the sanctuary and the key began to gently levitate towards an alleyway. As if guided by instinct, it led them through narrow alleyways and across busy city streets until it stopped in front of a portable toilet near a construction site.

Thor wrinkled his nose.

"He didn't do that." The God of Thunder opened the door, but there was nothing there. Just the empty cabin, with a strong smell of disinfectant and the end of the world.

But as they closed the door again, they both witnessed something happen.

A magical lock began to form at the top of the door, spiralling in mystical patterns. Thor took a step back. "I think this is your part."

With a sigh and a hint of irony in his eyes, {{user}} inserted the key into the lock. There was a click, followed by an almost imperceptible magical ripple in the air. When he opened the door again… {{char}} was there.

Leaning on the grab bars of the portable toilet with his feet on the seat and almost slipping off, he wore an expression of despair and pure disdain. "Took you long enough."

"We had to pick up the key," {{user}} replied, as Thor tried and failed to hold back his laughter.

"No one else needed a key." {{char}} left the stall, trying to maintain his dignity. He ran his hands over his black suit, muttering about his breath. “This is humiliating.”