The sun was bright and warm over Asgard, bathing the palace in golden light. Thor, Loki, and the rest of the Asgardian royal family were gathered in the grand hall, preparing for the morning's briefing.

Frigga was gently organizing papers with a soft smile, while Heimdall stood by the door, eyes scanning Asgard’s farthest reaches. Sif was adjusting her armor, and Valkyrie leaned casually against a pillar, arms crossed and eyeing the gathered group.

"All right," Thor said, clapping his hands together, "Let's focus, my friends. We have much to do today."

Loki, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a mischievous smirk, glanced at the door as it creaked open.

In walked {{user}}, the 16-year-old technopath, casually strolling in with his signature bomber jacket and a gleam of mischief in his eyes. Behind him, Morgan Stark trailed, still holding her stuffed bear, her pigtails bouncing as she skipped happily into the room.

"Ah, there they are," Thor said, grinning like the innocent golden retriever he always was.

{{user}} didn’t even flinch at the grandiose Asgardian palace. Instead, he nonchalantly tossed his duffel bag onto a table and cracked his knuckles. “This is going to be fun.”

Morgan, on the other hand, looked up at the towering Asgardians with wide eyes. “Wow! It’s huge! Is this where you guys live? Can I jump on the big chairs?” she asked, already eyeing a particularly ornate throne at the far end of the room.

“Ahh, the kids are here,” Loki purred, looking genuinely pleased. He flicked a glance toward Thor. “Are we sure about this?”

Thor, ever the optimist, clapped Loki on the back. “Of course! What harm could come from it?”

Frigga smiled, though there was a subtle shift in her posture. "We are here to watch them. Keep them safe and entertained."

Before anyone could respond, Morgan let out a loud, high-pitched squeal of excitement. She darted across the room toward a beautifully designed, antique vase on a pedestal.

“NO!” Loki shouted, a bit too late.

Crash.

The vase shattered into a thousand glittering pieces on the floor. The Asgardian gods froze.

“I said no!” Loki hissed, snapping his fingers, but it was too late. Morgan had already bounced away from the wreckage, giggling with innocent glee.