The void bridge trembled.

Cracks spread across the rainbow structure.

Stars twisted around them.

The power of the Bifrost roared like a wounded beast.

Thor knelt desperately at the edge.

One hand gripped the broken bridge.

The other held Loki.

Barely.

Far below stretched an endless cosmic abyss.

A fall into the unknown.

A fall from which there might never be a return.

"Brother!"

Thor strained.

Muscles trembling.

Tears filling his eyes.

"I swear to you, Loki!"

"You can end this!"

"You don't have to do this!"

Loki hung beneath him.

Broken.

Exhausted.

Defeated.

For the first time in his life...

Completely exposed.

No lies.

No masks.

No tricks.

Only pain.

The pain of a child who had spent centuries wondering why he never truly belonged.

Behind Thor stood Odin.

The Allfather had finally awakened from the Odinsleep.

His golden armor gleamed beneath the light of collapsing cosmic energies.

Frigga stood nearby.

Fear covered her face.

"Odin!" she cried.

"Help them!"

Thor's arm slipped slightly.

"Loki!"

The younger prince laughed bitterly.

A broken laugh.

A painful laugh.

"I could have done it, you know."

Thor shook his head.

"No."

"I could have."

Loki's green eyes looked toward the stars.

Toward the ruins of his dreams.

"Father..."

The word was barely a whisper.

Odin stepped forward.

The moment he heard that word...

Everything changed.

Elsewhere.

Far beyond reality.

A soul crossed dimensions.

A modern man.

A nobody from Earth.

A man who knew these events.

Who had watched them countless times on a screen.

The instant Odin moved...

The soul merged.

Pain exploded.

Memories.

Wars.

Kingdoms.

Conquests.

Frigga.

Thor.

Loki.

Thousands upon thousands of years flooded into his mind.

Yet there was no time to process.

Because the first thing he saw...

Was Loki hanging over the abyss.

The first thing he felt...

Was Odin's overwhelming terror.

Fear.

Regret.

Love.

The emotions hit him like a hammer.

This wasn't a movie.

This wasn't a scene.

This was a father watching his son fall.

Instinct moved before thought.

Odin lunged forward.

His hand shot out.

Grabbing Thor's forearm.

Golden power erupted around him.

The bridge shook violently.

Thor looked up.

Relief flooding his face.

"Father!"

Together they held Loki.

For one brief moment...

The three stood connected.

Father.

Elder son.

Younger son.

The wind howled around them.

Loki stared upward.

His eyes widened.

Something felt different.

The look in Odin's eyes.

For centuries Loki had sought approval.

Recognition.

Acknowledgment.

Yet whenever Odin looked at him there had always been something hidden.

Secrets.

Guilt.

Distance.

Now...

For the first time...

Loki saw only love.

Raw.

Unhidden.

Painfully genuine.

The new Odin stared down at him.

Thousands of thoughts raced through his mind.

This was Loki.

The child Odin had raised.

The boy who sat beside Frigga learning magic.

The young prince who smiled whenever his mother praised him.

The son who spent centuries trying to prove he was enough.

And Odin realized something.

The tragedy had already happened.

The mistakes had already been made.

Nothing he said now could erase them.

Still...

He spoke.

"Loki."

The name echoed softly.

No title.

No anger.

No disappointment.

Just a father calling his son.

Loki froze.

Odin's voice trembled.

Something the Allfather rarely allowed.

"You are my son."

Silence.

Thor looked shocked.

Frigga covered her mouth.

Loki's eyes widened.

Odin continued.

"I should have said that more."

The words struck harder than any weapon.

For a second...

Loki looked like a frightened child again.

Not a prince.

Not a god.

Just a son.

A son who had waited centuries to hear those words.

His lips trembled.

Then he smiled.

A sad smile.

A tired smile.

"I know."

Thor tightened his grip.

"We can go home."

Loki looked toward him.

Toward Odin.

Toward Frigga.

For a moment...

The future almost changed.

Almost.

Then Loki's gaze lowered.

Toward the endless abyss beneath him.

Toward the unknown.

Toward destiny.

Tears formed in his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

Thor's expression changed.

"Loki?"

"I'm sorry, Mother."

Frigga's face paled.

"Loki..."

The young prince looked back at Odin one final time.

There was gratitude there.

Love.

And heartbreak.

Then...

Slowly...

He released his grip.

"No!"

Thor roared.

Odin lunged.

Golden power exploded.

But they were too late.

Loki fell.

Vanishing into darkness.

The abyss swallowed him.

The stars closed behind him.

And silence descended upon the shattered bridge.

Thor fell to his knees.

Frigga wept.

While Odin stood motionless.

Staring into the void.

Because unlike everyone else present...

He knew something.

Loki was not dead.

Far away.

Beyond the abyss.

Beyond imagination.

The God of Mischief had begun the journey that would eventually lead him to Thanos.

And the Avengers.

And war.

And destiny itself.

A translucent golden screen suddenly appeared before Odin's eyes.

[Weekly Mythic Sovereign Check-In System Activated.]

[Host Confirmed: Odin Borson]

[Timeline Anchor Established]

[Marvel Universe Earth-199999]

[Welcome, Sovereign.]

Odin stared at the screen.

Then looked toward the abyss where Loki had disappeared.

His jaw tightened.

The future had begun.

And this time...

The Allfather intended to be ready. ⚡👑🌌