The real marvel universe age, 112 years since Loki's dissapeared

It has been exactly 112 years since Loki, the youngest son of Lord Odin has disappeared. The people have nearly forgotten his presence, much to his brother's disappointment. So thor had made plans on arranging a festival in his remembrance. While his mother seemed proud of him, her health was still a far cry compared to what it was before, she had brought floods to Asgard after all. His mother was an entity nearly as powerful as Odin in combat and much more powerful in terms of magic.

As for father, something was wrong with him. The man had suddenly become a useless angry shell of his former self, for reasons unknown. Thor kept fearing the worst, what if..., there is no way that Odin would've released his daughter, not after he sealed her, right? No, he wouldn't do it. But why couldn't he sense her presence, he had always kept an eye on her, but it didn't matter because SHE WILL DIE IN HIS HANDS AND ONLY HIS.

He couldn't do anything for his remembrance except for those weird corn treats, his favourite. There was also booze and wine to celebrate his existence and in hopes that he comes back home. He was happy to gorge on the booze, although being more restrained than his warriors, for a dark-robed figure was lurking in the shadows, watching the Wise God's every move.

There was something bothering thor, was his brother really missing? or was he dead.

But now, he couldn't deal with that. Life is finally going his way, he can't have his brother gone, he can't deal with that. But for now, he focused on what he could save. He rushed into the rift ahead of him, travelling through an extremely similar portal that shall lead him to his destination, namely Sakaar. This time both Korg, Miek and Valkyrie are coming with him, and he wouldn't take a no for an answer.

The wormhole landed him in the somewhat familiar wasteland, with a controller. How is that possible, this was a relic from the future. He took it into his hands, smiling coldly as he realized exactly 2 possibilities. One, this opened the possibility of him able to find his brother without that rafty fox's favour. He knew to save it for something important. Also, he could practice to the point where noobmaster69 is TRASH when compared to him. Just the thought rushed happiness inside of him, He was bustling with joy as he happily flew across, making a ruckus by punching the thugs aiming for the seal on his power. He was sealing his powers to train himself while releasing his aura to attract her. And he sure did attract her, as a wild scrapper with the number 142 ahead, as came out his Valkyrie, she looks a lot less rebellious and much more beautiful and graceful, it looked like she still wasn't obsessed with beer yet. He stared at her with melancholy and said...

See you in the next one.

Ciao