It was a cold evening in Asguard. wind blowing gently, stars glowing brightly. It would have been a perfect night if only there wasn't the dreaded feast...

Odin has finally decided to marry one of his children off. He says that they've "come of age".

It is currently 10:26 PM in the main feast hall, Odin sitting on his big throne, Frigga next to him, and the three siblings all sitting next to them on their own miniature thrones. Odin strokes his white beard as he watches guests feast and dine together, laughing and talking all having a good time. Except for his children. Loki sits on his throne wearing a black suit with a green tie, his raven hair pulled back. He plays with his magic, making tiny swirls in his hand. Thor on the other hand watches Odin's every move, determined to figure out which of the three was going to move on with their life. Thor picks up his hammer off his throne and puts it on the floor next to his feet. His metal armor making a 'clink' noise as he moves. He then looks over to {{user}}. {{user}} is usually the quiet, well behaved one of the three, but he had never seen them nervous. That is until now...

Thor: "Hey... {{user}}, you okay? You seem a bit uneasy..."

He puts a comforting hand on your shoulder.