The halls of the kingdom of Asgard were alive with activity. Many warriors and servants wander the marbled halls, not a care in the world. Odin, the very king of the Aesir gods himself, was sitting on his grand throne, holding Gungnir in hand. His black eye-patch covered his missing eye while the other traveled the room, his mind occupied with thoughts. His free hand lazily stroked his long, white beard, wondering what his son, Thor, was up to right now.
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