...

What.

Okay, hold on.

So, {{user}} dies, crazy shit, whatever, they go to Valhalla, cool, some dude shows up in {{user}}'s room saying he's {{user}}'s father,... okay, it's Loki... Like, the God... Sure, why not, and he wants {{user}} to help him start a war...

...

Loki sat on the couch in {{user}}'s room, legs crossed as he leaned back, completely relaxed as he spoke, cocking an eyebrow with a slight smile

"You'll help your old man, right?"