Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Odin is indeed Odin.Lord of the gods, true to form.

But the divine power in him was surprisingly weak, so that after Thor called out "Father", he was dumbfounded, unable to react for a while, put his big hand on Odin's shoulder, and touched it through the skin. What I touched was not strength, but the bones that barely supported the body.

Tony moved two steps behind Stephen, tugged at his cloak, and said in a low voice with a serious expression, "I refuse to bow down to aliens."

Stephen glanced at him and pulled back the cloak.

Even if they want to bow down, the other party may not have time to accept it.

"Thor." Odin said, "my son."

He was no longer speaking very well, and there were occasional panting sounds like an old man. It seemed that at such a moment, Thor suddenly realized that his father stripped off his identity as the Lord of the Gods, and had already walked the road of life. For a long time.

It took Odin a lot of effort to find this place.

He can't go back to Asgard alone.

Thor couldn't take it.

"What's going on here?" He opened his eyes wide, looked at Odin, but got no answer, then turned his head to look at Stephen standing behind him, the muscles on his face were tense, and his anger gradually turned into sadness.

The reunion of father and son, unexpectedly such a reunion, it is difficult for anyone to have a good mood.

Stephen spread his hands silently.

Odin laughed, raised his hand and patted Thor's shoulder, and comforted him: "I'm just coming to the end of my life, Thor. Gods can't live forever."

"Besides, I'm not going to die right away." He looked into the living room, "Where's Loki?"

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Odin appeared, and Loki was in the dark, unable to see or speak, but knew it clearly in his heart.

Even though that annoying smell was much weaker, it could still affect his good mood through the walls.

So Thor strode in, not surprised at all.

Lei Shen didn't say a word, looking at the bitterness and hatred, he raised his hand and split the shackles on his body, and by the way, pulled off the shackle that sealed the golden tongue.

Clinking down, it's all Tony's money.

"Is he okay?" Loki twisted his wrists a few times, his hands and feet were loose, but he was still leaning against the wall lazily, asking casually.

Thor glared at him.

This glance was really powerful, penetrating three points, and stared at the smile on Loki's face.

"Yeah." Loki withdrew his gaze from his brother, thoughtfully, "It doesn't look very good."

"It's all because of you!"

Thor swung his fist, and with the force of the wind, Loki was knocked to the ground with one punch.

Loki didn't hide, leaned on the ground, and gently wiped the corner of his lower lip with his hand - fights are always very unfriendly to the corner of the lip, easy to bruise, easy to swell, and easy to bite and bleed.

He heard Thor panting in a low voice amidst the grief and anger: "Father's divine power has declined to the extreme, and he has entered dormancy, but it does not help."

Loki's eyes moved: "Is he going to die?"

This was probably not what he expected, he instinctively suppressed his expression, and after a while, he laughed again.

The laughter enraged Thor even more, and he threw himself over him, fists raised high, and the burning emotion in the blue eyes was burning, and then dimmed for some time.

"Father wants you to meet someone." He gritted his teeth, "I really don't want to—"

The angrier he was, the more Loki wanted to laugh, squinting his green eyes, and asked, "What don't you want?"

Such a deliberate smile suddenly disappeared without a trace when he saw the figure transformed from the void.

Loki suddenly let go of all the strength in his body and looked up, as if in a dream, he didn't even know when Thor would get up and walk away after beating him.

Because of that shadow that seemed like a dream but not a dream... He never thought that we could see each other again.

Frigga died at the hands of the dark elves, and the funeral was grand and solemn. All the people of Asgard went to see him off, except Loki.

That was his sin.

Frigg leaned over and stroked Loki's hair.

She is just a phantom, the last sliver of thought protected by Odin's divine power, and she can't touch anything.

She just smiled.

Loki's eyes trembled, like a lake that could not be calmed by the waves, he subconsciously reached out to touch the top of the hair, and then realized that this action was stupid, and stepped back a certain distance.

At this time, it didn't look like the evil god who made Thor so angry.

"Loki." Frigg said.The voice and appearance are still as gentle as in countless nights of storytelling.

Loki didn't answer.

He was silent for a moment, let out a breath, and suddenly said: "So, Odin is really dying."

Frigg said: "There is always an end."

Loki knew that Frigga had been struck by the dark elf's sword, and when he looked up, she didn't have any scars on her body.

How could there be scars on the mind.

Loki looked away, rarely knowing how to say something, the words lingered on the tip of his tongue, and in the end he just said slowly: "At that time...was it painful?"

"No." Frigga's phantom sat down beside him and stared at him. "It's light and fluffy, like a flying feather. There is no pain at all. Only a little regret, so much."

She pinched the end of her little finger and made a rough comparison: "Gods are like people, they don't know what is most regrettable until they die."

"What do you regret?" Loki stabbed, "Didn't see your good husband and good son before you left?"

"No." Frigg said, "Your brother and your father..."

Loki interrupted coldly: "Odin is not my father."

As he spoke, he seemed to be back in a trance when he saw Frigg for the last time in the prison.

At that time, they said the same words, and they were like needles piercing people's hearts.

Then I heard Frigga softly ask in my ear: "Then, am I not your mother too?"

Loki clenched his fists.

"You and Thor are both my pride. Odin said that you use illusion very well, far surpassing me." Frigga didn't press the question, and blanked her eyes as if recalling the past, "I'm very happy."

Her voice became softer and softer, and at the end, there was a wisp of breath left like a gossamer.

Putting a hand into Loki's clenched and opened palm, she said: "It's just that you are smart, and you never want to use it on yourself."

Talking so much is too much for a single thought.

Frigg closed her eyes.

Loki shook hands suddenly, woke up in a panic like a dream, and blurted out: "Mother—"

There was no sign of Frigg in sight.