Plans

The grand halls of Asgard echoed with the sounds of distant conversations and the soft hum of magical energies. Thor, the God of Thunder, walked with purpose through the golden corridors, his mind consumed by thoughts of the challenges that lay ahead. As he approached the balcony overlooking the celestial realm, a sense of solemnity settled over him.

The day before he would seek Odin's permission to leave Asgard for intensive training, Thor stood alone, gazing out at the splendor of the Nine Realms. The weight of the responsibilities that awaited him pressed upon his broad shoulders, and his thoughts turned to the formidable adversaries he would soon face.

Malekith, the dark elf who harbored a relentless hatred for light and sought to cast the universe into eternal darkness, was a name that resonated through the corridors of Thor's mind. The memories of their previous encounters stirred within him, reminders of Malekith's cunning and mastery over dark forces.

"There is time for those events to happen according to the movies but I should be prepared" Thor thought to himself.

Thor clenched his fists, the memories of the battles against Malekith replaying in his mind from the movie. The dark elf's ruthless ambition had led to the unleashing of destructive forces that threatened not only Asgard but the entire cosmos. As Thor stood on the balcony, he vowed to himself that he would not let Malekith's malevolent plans come to fruition.

Turning his attention inward, Thor considered his sister, Hela, the goddess of death. Memories from the movie ragnarok, where Hela's relentless pursuit of conquest and her insatiable thirst for power flooded his thoughts. Hela, a force of nature with the ability to command the legions of the dead, posed a threat that transcended the physical realm.

Thor's brow furrowed as he contemplated the enigmatic connection he shared with Hela.He did not know who was Hela's mother. But what ever it is she is an absalute threat to him.

In the movie they say she draws power from Asgard itself, so an option is to kill surtur and revive him by the Eternal flame.

"That seems to be the easy option I just have to evacuvate the citizen and revive it and he will finish the job." Thor thought to himself.

"I don't see any perks being a king of Asgard, hmm I will wait until my little brother sets things up, I am pretty sure he will make things difficult for father" Thor said to himself.

After thinking about it Thor went to the grand hall.

The grand hall of Asgard echoed with the clinking of tankards and the hearty laughter of warriors reveling in the afterglow of another victorious battle. The Warriors Three—Fandral, Volstagg, and Hogun—sat at their usual round table, raising their mugs in celebration. Thor, their steadfast companion and prince of Asgard, joined them, though an unusual tension lingered in the air.

Fandral, the dashing swordsman with a penchant for grand tales, eyed Thor with a raised eyebrow. "What's trubling you, Thunderer? You are really quit."

Thor took a deep gulp from his goblet, his gaze distant."It's nothing, forget about it."

Volstagg, the rotund and jovial warrior with an insatiable appetite, leaned in with a grin. "Thor, just have another drink and another one that will lift the burden, hahahaha".

Hogun, the stoic and reserved member of the trio, observed Thor with a keen sense of awareness. "There is an aura of unfamiliarity about you, Thor. Is all truly well?"

Thor, or rather Jake within Thor, shifted uncomfortably."Nothing to worry about Hogun, just leave it be." 

"Say where is lady Lady Sif?" Thor asked to the trio.

"I do not know." Volstagg said while drinking more booze.

After drinking some more Thor left the grand hall.