Summary
"He is our brother! We cannot leave him down there to rot. It is not for the good of Asgard why you are doing this, is it?" she spat at him and he arched a brow at her, his grip on the sceptre tightening as he looked at her. "And pray, do tell me, why am I doing this?" he wondered, waiting patiently for her answer as she shook her head. "You are doing this for power, not Asgard."