"And then I will tell everyone who their beloved king is. Do you think people haven't noticed that Odin seems just a little off? Don't you think that many of them have tried to explain it away as his deep grief for his wife and son, but still, in the back of their heads, they wonder? Do you think everyone believes that Loki Silvertongue, famed for his tricks and illusions and magic, really died at the hands of the Dark Elves?"

Alessa wasn't bluffing either. She was ready to drop that hammer. She was ready to carve it into every surface of Asgard before stealing their children because their king dared to threaten the caretakers of the incubator of Ragnarok.

"I can destroy you. I can destroy the people of Asgard. You are ready to throw your people away over a petty grudge against some mortal men?"

Her lips curled up in her first expression. One of complete disgust.

"If you are, then the real Odin was right. You were never cut out to be king."